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He looked at Ling Feng: "The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament will be held in Heaven Dou City in two months."

"As one of the organizers, the Spirit Hall needs to send a representative team to participate. What do you think?"

Ling Feng said, "I'm willing to lead the team."

Qian Daoliu nodded: "Alright, you can choose the students for the Spirit Hall Academy. I only have one request—"

He paused, his gaze deep.

"Let the whole continent see the next generation of the Spirit Hall."

The following day, at the Spirit Hall Academy.

Ling Feng stood in the training ground, with twenty students standing in front of him.

These students were selected from various branches of the Spirit Hall. They were all around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and their spirit power levels ranged from level forty-three, the Spirit Master, to level fifty-one, the Spirit King.

They are the backbone of the Spirit Hall, carefully cultivated by the Spirit Hall, and the most outstanding group of young Spirit Masters in this generation.

At this moment, however, the twenty people stood straight in unison, each one so nervous that their palms were sweating.

Because standing before them was the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, a twelve-year-old Soul Emperor, and an absolute powerhouse among the future Title Douluo.

Ling Feng's gaze slowly swept across their faces, and every student he saw unconsciously straightened their backs.

He didn't release any soul power fluctuations, but his gaze was as tangible as a physical object, making everyone feel an invisible pressure.

"The Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies will begin in two months."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I need to select seven starters and three substitutes to represent the Spirit Hall in the competition."

The twenty trainees remained completely silent.

Ling Feng continued, "I won't be playing; you'll have to rely on yourselves."

Upon hearing this, the students exchanged bewildered glances.

Some people looked disappointed, while others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A burly man standing at the front couldn't help but speak up: "Holy Son, if you don't participate, won't the other academies say things about our Spirit Hall..."

"What did you say?" Ling Feng looked at him.

The burly man hesitated for a moment, then said in a gruff voice, "They say our Spirit Hall has no one to rely on."

Ling Feng wasn't angry; instead, he smiled.

"What's your name?"

"My subordinate Zhao Tiezhu is a level 51 Battle Soul King with the Martial Soul Iron-Spine Wolf."

"He's twenty-four this year, and he was selected from the branch temple of the Barak Kingdom!"

Zhao Tiezhu's voice was booming, and he puffed out his chest when he spoke.

He was burly, with short hair standing on end and a face full of flesh, looking more like a veteran in his early thirties than twenty-four.

But his eyes were bright, with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Ling Feng sized him up and nodded: "You think the Spirit Hall is without anyone?"

Zhao Tiezhu retorted, "That's not what I meant. I just felt that if the Holy Son takes the stage, we can win decisively."

"We can still win even without the Holy Son playing, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the victory wasn't as satisfying."

Ling Feng smiled.

He turned to look at Qian Renxue: "Xiaoxue, what do you think?"

Qian Renxue said softly, "Let them fight it out. If they win, it's their skill. If they lose, it's not shameful."

Ling Feng nodded and looked back at the twenty students: "Did you hear that?"

"Winning is your achievement. Losing isn't shameful. But I want you to remember one thing—"

He said, slowly and deliberately, "Students of the Spirit Hall can lose, but they cannot back down."

The twenty trainees replied in unison, "Yes!"

Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction and walked to the edge of the training ground with his hands behind his back.

"Now, let's begin the selection. Free battles, the winner stays, the loser is eliminated. There's only one rule—give it your all."

The atmosphere on the training ground suddenly became tense.

The twenty trainees looked at each other, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

These people were all outstanding individuals who had fought their way out of various branch halls. They had cultivated in the Spirit Hall for more than ten years, and none of them were willing to submit to the others.

Ling Feng's words, "I'll do my best," were the best opening line.

In the first match, Zhao Tiezhu faced a thin man.

The man's name was Sun Qing, 23 years old, a level 49 Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Azure Winged Bat, an agility-based attack type.

The two stood together, one as imposing as a mountain, the other as swift as the wind, a striking contrast.

"Begin," Ling Feng said calmly.

Zhao Tiezhu made the first move.

He took a step forward, and the ground shook as he threw a punch at Sun Qing.

This punch was powerful and heavy, the wind from the punch was howling, and the air itself was trembling.

Sun Qing dared not take the blow head-on. He flashed away, transforming into a green shadow, and swept past Zhao Tiezhu from the side, grabbing at his ribs with a claw.

He was incredibly fast, and a purple spirit ring within his spirit rings was flashing—that was his speed-enhancing spirit skill.

Zhao Tiezhu neither dodged nor avoided.

He took the claw attack head-on, and the fur of the Iron-Spine Wolf surfaced on his ribs, blocking most of the damage.

At the same time, he swung his palm back, the wind from which was like a knife, sweeping across.

Sun Qing was shocked. He tried to retreat, but it was too late. He was struck on the shoulder by the palm wind, let out a muffled groan, and flew backward, rolling twice on the ground before regaining his balance.

"Zhao Tiezhu wins." Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Zhao Tiezhu withdrew his martial spirit and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Sun Qing: "You flatter me, brother!"

Sun Qing got up, rubbed his shoulders, and returned the greeting with a wry smile, saying, "Brother Zhao, you have great strength. I admire you."

In the second match, a woman in red faced off against a burly man.

The woman in red is named Liu Ruyan, 23 years old, a level 48 Soul Master, and her Martial Soul is the Flame Sparrow.

Her martial soul was not top-tier, but her control over it was extremely exquisite. The Flame Sparrow was small, but extremely agile, and the temperature of the flames was extremely high.

Her opponent was Shi Meng, 24 years old, a level 47 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul was Ironclad Rhinoceros.

As soon as the two clashed, Shi Meng activated his Martial Soul True Form, his entire body becoming like a moving iron tower, crushing down on Liu Ruyan.

With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, his imposing presence was astonishing.

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Liu Ruyan remained calm and composed.

She moved with agility, like a real firebird, flitting around Shi Meng.

She waved her hands rapidly, and streaks of fire shot from her fingertips, striking precisely the gaps in Shi Meng's iron armor.

Shi Meng winced in pain, roaring and swinging his fists, but he could never hit anyone.

Liu Ruyan was too fast. Although her Flame Sparrow Martial Soul was not as domineering as the Fire Phoenix, it was more agile. Every attack was like a sparrow pecking at its prey, precise and deadly.

Finally, Shi Meng's knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liu Ruyan struck out with her palm, and a ball of flame exploded in front of Shi Meng's chest, sending him flying.

"Liu Ruyan wins."

Shi Meng lay on the ground, panting heavily, his body charred black, and his hair curled up.

He smiled wryly and said, "You Flame Sparrow are even more troublesome than the Fire Phoenix."

Liu Ruyan smiled slightly, cupped her hands, and said, "Thank you for your kind offer."

In the third match, a stern-faced man faced off against a round-faced youth.

The aloof man was named Shen Han, 24 years old, a level 49 Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was the Ice Wolf.

His martial soul is a giant wolf with a pure white body, exuding a chilling aura. Unlike ordinary ice-attribute martial souls, the Ice Wolf combines the ferocity of a wolf with the coldness of ice.

His opponent was Qian Duoduo, 23 years old, a level 46 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul was the Iron Abacus, a rare weapon Martial Soul.

As soon as the two clashed, Shen Han displayed the terrifying power of his Ice Wolf Martial Soul.

Instead of standing still and releasing his chill like a typical ice-attribute soul master, he pounced forward like a wolf, his speed astonishing.

He formed his palms into claws, and each strike of his claws carried a chilling aura.

Qian Duoduo's abacus flew up and down, the beads clattering and rattling, each bead carrying a sharp gust of wind as it flew out.

But Shen Han's movements were too agile, like a real ice wolf hunting, dodging left and right, easily avoiding all attacks.

Finally, Shen Han seized an opening and slapped Qian Duoduo on the shoulder with his claw.

The cold air seeped into her body, and Qian Duoduo shivered on the spot. Her lips turned purple, her body stiffened, and the abacus fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Shen Hansheng."

Qian Duoduo rubbed his arms, his teeth chattering: "I'm so cold, so cold... You ice wolf are too fierce!"

After several more duels, the winners and losers gradually emerged on the martial arts field.

Some won, their faces beaming with excitement; others lost, their heads hanging low in dejection.

Ling Feng stood on the sidelines the whole time, without saying a word, just watching.