Chapter 62 We Are Ahead

Chapter 62 We Are Ahead

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On the roof of the teaching building, Amon sat on the railing in a rather undignified manner, a faint smile on his face:

"Speaking of which, is this the first time we've all gathered together?"

Before him, the six team members either stood or sat directly on the ground, all quietly looking at him.

Amon clapped his hands. "I'm very happy to be moving forward with everyone, but a group shouldn't have such a tense atmosphere. Why don't we all introduce ourselves first?"

He continued, "I'll start. Amon, 19 years old, level 40, auxiliary-type Battle Soul Elder."

"Bi Da'er, 21 years old, level 38, agility-attack type Battle Soul Elder."

"Ilya, 22 years old, level 38, power-attack type Battle Soul Elder."

"Bing Lan, 16 years old, level 35, control-type Battle Soul Elder."

"Romier, 23 years old, level 44, defense-type Battle Soul Ancestor."

Even a normal self-introduction, when spoken by Romier, gave people the urge to punch him in the face.

"Lei Yin, 13 years old, level 31, agility-attack type Battle Soul Elder."

Lei Yin's age and level caused everyone to exclaim in surprise. Ilya frequently looked at him, and for the first time, she directly felt the gap between her talent and others' as if it were a chasm.

"Yan Jin, 14 years old, level 40, power-attack type Battle Soul Elder."

She had leveled up again.

Yan Jin's innate soul power was level eight, and coupled with the fact that her first three soul rings were all absorbed beyond her level, each time she absorbed them beyond her level, she gained quite a few extra levels, saving a lot of cultivation time.

Moreover, high-quality soul rings not only brought extra improvement in soul power, but also boosted her aptitude. Her cultivation aptitude was no worse than someone with full innate soul power.

In addition, a very suitable cultivation environment and Walter's resource support, regardless of cost, were also very important factors.

But... Walter, is this teaching a disciple? He's simply raising Yan Jin as a daughter! Amon thought to himself.

Everyone was frightened by her. Even Bing Lan's face, which never had any expression, showed extreme astonishment and horror.

Romier opened his mouth even wider in exaggeration, "How is this possible?"

"Ehehe... Scared you all, didn't I?" Yan Jin chuckled, putting her hands on her hips triumphantly.

Amon raised his right hand, adjusted his monocle, jumped down from the railing, and said softly:

"Perhaps you are not familiar with each other, perhaps there is no tacit understanding between us, and it is difficult to have good cooperation on the field..."

This was the only thing Ilya and Bi Da'er were worried about. Hearing this, they frowned, their expressions slightly heavy.

Amon paused, ignored the solemn expressions on their faces, and continued with a smile:

"But these are not problems, you only need to remember... Before us, there are no opponents."

He rarely took off his glasses and flipped his hair.

...

The intra-academy selection tournament began as scheduled.

The main purpose of the selection tournament was to select the strongest team to represent the academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, so there were not so many complicated arrangements in the competition system. It was the simplest one-on-one battle, and the winner advanced.

The venue was located in Beidi City's Soul Arena. Not only the teachers and students of the academy, but also other residents of the city could go to watch.

This made the selection tournament not only a grand event for the academy, but also a grand event for the entire Beidi City.

Inside the vast oval-shaped building, the center was a row of gray-white arenas, and the surrounding stands spread outward and upward in a stepped manner.

At the center of the back of the stands, the best viewing position was the VIP seats.

One was a man with small eyes, a hooked nose, slender eyebrows, thin cheeks, and bloodless lips, looking gloomy. He was the Hall Master of the Beidi City Martial Soul Main Hall, Soul Sage Vargas.

The other was a strong man with a firm face and short black hair, the Principal of Beidi Advanced Soul Master Academy, Soul Sage Zhong Yuming.

Amon looked at the two in the waiting area for the contestants. He had met Vargas a few times when he went to the Martial Soul Hall to find Walter. He was seeing Principal Zhong Yuming for the first time.

Yan Jin crossed her hands behind her head, slightly regretting that she hadn't beaten all the powerful students in the academy before the selection tournament started, achieving the goal of dominating the academy.

After Zhong Yuming and Vargas made formulaic speeches, they announced the official start of the competition.

In the first match, it was Brady's team, a seeded team with no low popularity among the students.

Their opponents were not bad either, all third-year students.

When Brady's side revealed their martial souls, Yan Jin was amused.

Lion, leopard, wolf, owl, pangolin, octopus, snake.

"Amon, look..." She pointed at Brady and the others, who looked like beastmen after martial soul fusion, "So interesting..."

Amon adjusted the lower edge of his monocle. He didn't care about what was happening on the field. What he cared about was that in such an occasion, with the two Soul Saints, Zhong Yuming and Vargas, present, the City Lord of Beidi City was actually absent.

He had discovered long ago that Beidi City seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents were surging.

Walter, one of the four Platinum Bishops of the Martial Soul Hall, was hidden in the shadows, staying here for more than two years.

The City Lord of Beidi City, representing the interests of the royal family, was secretive and rarely showed his face.

Ilya, the eldest daughter of the largest noble family in Beidi, the daughter of Marquis Fickless, frequently went to the Martial Soul Hall...

And Zhu Youzhi, as a mid-level manager of Beidi Academy, was actually Walter's subordinate.

No matter how you looked at it, it seemed that the Martial Soul Hall was infiltrating Beidi and secretly clashing with the royal family.

Amon originally planned to use the extra spot on the team to win over one or two nobles from Beidi, but after discovering that this old guy Walter was up to something, he extinguished this idea.

He was still a little afraid of this guy who had the strength of a Soul Douluo and was good at calculating and planning.

"By the way, Amon, does our team still have a reserve spot?" Yan Jin suddenly asked.

"That's right," Amon nodded.

"The old man asked me to tell you that he wants this spot and hopes that you can cooperate with him to a certain extent. The condition is your fifth soul ring, and he can help you hunt down a 50,000-year one at most."

Yan Jin didn't know what Walter and Amon were planning, and she didn't bother to figure it out, she just simply passed on a message.

"A 50,000-year soul ring... A condition that is hard to refuse," Amon said with a smile.

This was definitely a generous condition. You should know that many Titled Douluos' ninth soul rings were only 60,000 to 70,000 years old.

Needless to say, this was Walter's preferential treatment for him in consideration of Yan Jin.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the side, apparently a few people had a little conflict.

Bi Da'er frowned, glanced at Yan Jin, and then looked at the empty seat next to him, vaguely sensing something.

When he went over to take a look, sure enough, Romier was using his barrier martial soul to form a sphere, wrapping himself up and frantically mocking the students of other teams.

He put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealed disdain and arrogance, his expression was extremely arrogant and annoying.

Even Bi Da'er, his teammate, and a companion who should be on the same side as Romier, had the urge to beat him.

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