Chapter 116 Heir to the Title

Chapter 116 Heir to the Title

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On the third day, after two rounds of matches, it was finally the Northern Academy's turn to play.

As Amon led the other six onto the stage, an unprecedented, unified roar erupted from the audience.

"Yan Jin, Yan Jin!"

"Heh, it seems your name has been remembered by everyone..." Amon chuckled.

"Ehehehehe..." Yan Jin grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, "After meeting you in Frost Leaf City, this was my biggest dream for a long time, but now, it doesn't seem as exciting as I expected."

"That's normal... People's pursuit of dreams never stops. As you stand higher, your dreams will become more distant.

"However, before chasing even further goals, let's enjoy the glory of the present... Are you ready, Ilya?" Amon said calmly.

"Of course, thank you, Captain," Ilya's silvery voice carried a hint of anticipation.

After the referee announced the start, Romier, as usual, first condensed Amon's seat.

Just as the audience thought yesterday's scene would repeat, it wasn't Yan Jin who stepped forward, but Ilya.

She was the one who needed to show herself the most. If her talent could be recognized by Emperor Xue Ye, it would give her a great advantage in returning to the North to compete for the Marquis of Fickless position.

"What are they planning to do?" Tang San, who was watching the battle from the stands, was a little puzzled.

"Just like yesterday, but with a different person. Could it be that she can also fight an entire team alone?" Dai Mubai looked solemn.

"No way? That's too perverted, right? If everyone in their team is like this, then what's the point of this Soul Master Competition? Just give them the championship directly," Ma Hongjun muttered.

"Also, their captain is too pretentious! It's annoying. Next time when it's our turn, we must kick him off that chair."

"Seriously? Fourth brother, is that all you aspire to?" Tang San asked in surprise.

The Shrek people he knew were all unruly, especially Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, so Ma Hongjun's uncharacteristic behavior puzzled him.

"Little San, you weren't here yesterday, so you don't know how powerful that red-haired girl is. Soul King! She's a Soul King! And her fourth soul ring, like yours, is ten thousand years old," Oscar replied.

"What? Her fourth soul ring is also ten thousand years old?" A hint of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes.

He knew how difficult it was. He had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill since childhood, and his physical fitness was already beyond ordinary people.

Later, he ate the 'Passionate Apricot Jiao Shu' and 'Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass' two great immortal herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the amplification of the external soul bone further improved his physical strength.

In addition, the spirit of the Earth Acromantula was shaken by his Purple Demon Eye's mental attack before it died, greatly reducing the resentment he needed to face when absorbing the soul ring.

Finally, he also used the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to assist him when absorbing the soul ring.

Numerous factors stacked together allowed him to complete the feat of absorbing a soul ring beyond the five-thousand-year limit. Even so, he was in mortal danger when absorbing it. If he hadn't had a firm will, he probably would have lost his life.

What qualifications did that girl have to do the same thing as him?

Tang San's gaze towards Yan Jin contained a bit more inquiry.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ilya summoned her spirit, a thick book.

Three soul rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, emitted a faint light.

In fact, Ilya, Bi Da'er, Brady, and Franco had all reached level 40, but they hadn't added soul rings yet.

They had just broken through not long ago, and the Soul Master Competition had already begun, so they didn't have time to find suitable soul beasts.

Seeing the three soul rings on her body, Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, she's not a freak like Yan Jin. It seems we still have hope of winning."

"Fatty, you're happy too early," Dai Mubai said with a heavy expression.

"Huh?"

Ilya's red lips parted slightly, and her silvery voice came, "Stars, shine."

Under the gaze of countless eyes in the Soul Arena, emerald green "stars" slowly floated in the air.

"Stars, fall!"

Ilya waved her hand, and stars fell like raindrops.

After a round of saturated attacks, none of her opponents could still stand.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun looked a little dazed: "Why do I feel like our chances of winning are very slim?"

Ilya's gorgeous and dazzling soul skill caused an even greater sensation. The emcee held the soul guiding device that amplifies sound and shouted excitedly:

"Beautiful and deadly, Player Ilya has proven her strength to us. The Northern Academy team has once again completed the feat of eliminating their opponents with one person. It seems that the biggest dark horse has appeared in this Soul Master Competition!"

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were deep as he asked, "If I remember correctly, her name is Ilya Fickles, right? A descendant of the Fickless family?"

"Yes, she is the eldest daughter of the recently deceased Marquis of Fickless," "Xue Qinghe" said with a smile:

"The next Marquis of Fickless has not yet been determined, and the Fickless family has not reported an heir. Father, I think she is a very suitable candidate."

Emperor Xue Ye took a deep look at "Xue Qinghe," weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and replied:

"It's still too early, let's take another look, at least until the preliminary round is over."

Emperor Xue Ye was also somewhat wary of "Xue Qinghe," not because he had discovered her true identity, but because the crown prince's power was too great, which was a threat to the emperor.

"Xue Qinghe" had already received enough support. Although he also intended to support Xue Beng to compete with her, the effect didn't seem to be very good. The two were simply not in the same league.

Apart from Xue Xing, who had been firmly helping Xue Beng under his instructions, almost all the other ministers in the court were vaguely leaning towards "Xue Qinghe."

Emperor Xue Ye knew that Dennis was a member of the crown prince's faction, and the fact that the Northern Academy was now living in Dennis's mansion already spoke volumes. However, the strength Ilya displayed was indeed shocking, which made Emperor Xue Ye very conflicted.

If he wanted to win over Ilya, promising to support her as the next Marquis of Fickless would undoubtedly be the best bargaining chip.

Given Ilya's interest in the position of Marquis, Emperor Xue Ye didn't think she would be interested in anything else.

Doing so would cause the nobles in the North to lean towards the crown prince's side, further expanding the crown prince's faction. Not doing so would lead to the loss of talent.

"Xue Qinghe" naturally knew Emperor Xue Ye's concerns, but she still placed her connection with the North on the surface.

Because Walter had assured her that the excellence shown by the contestants of the Northern Academy would be something Emperor Xue Ye could not ignore.

So, instead of hiding it, which would easily arouse Emperor Xue Ye's suspicion after being exposed, it was better to put it directly on the surface and let Xue Ye choose for himself, at least giving him a sense of control over the situation.

After all, the crown prince was still the crown prince, the heir to the throne. Under the current situation, even if the crown prince's faction grew stronger, it would be better than top talents being won over by other forces.

Ning Fengzhi also saw Emperor Xue Ye's hesitation, but he did not speak to persuade him. After all, he himself was one of the people connected to the crown prince, and speaking might backfire.

Ilya put away her spirit and followed the team that was already walking off the stage.

Walking to the audience, Amon suddenly said, "Teacher Sun, please take care of things here. I'll leave first."

Each academy only had one match per day. After the match, if they weren't interested in the other teams and didn't want to watch their battles, they could leave directly.

"Okay," Sun Boyuan nodded.

Walking out of the Great Soul Arena, Amon came to the street, walked forward for a dozen meters, turned right, and then walked into an antique-style restaurant.

In a private room of the restaurant, an old man in white was sitting in a chair waiting for him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Walter," Amon greeted.

"I've seen your performance these past two days. Very good. Next, you just need to win the preliminary round step by step and earn the qualification to participate in the finals," Walter said.

After a pause, he continued:

"By the way, when facing Salas's hostility and targeting, don't react too strongly. Sometimes, his hostility or goodwill towards you can have unexpected effects on Emperor Xue Ye. You just need to remember that he is not an enemy, that's all."

"Not an enemy... I understand," Amon raised his right hand and adjusted his monocle.

"When will you have time to meet the Crown Prince? He's very interested in you now," Walter asked, taking a sip of tea.

"How about after the Soul Master Competition? I will appropriately show myself in the finals. By then, I think he will be willing to offer a price that satisfies me."

"You are very confident, but that's true. My recommendation can't compare to what he sees with his own eyes... Okay, then I'll tell him that," Walter nodded.

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