First in Standing

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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

The qualifiers for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament had been going on for a month, and they were about to come to an end.

However, the audience's enthusiasm didn't decrease with the end of the qualifiers. On the contrary, they became even more enthusiastic. This was because the qualifiers had just ended, and there were even more exciting matches to come, as well as the finals where all the strong would gather. That would be the true gathering of the winds and clouds.

Ever since they defeated the GodWind Academy, the Emperor Team had been on a winning streak, and they had firmly occupied the first place on the scoreboard, leaving countless teams in the dust.

Up until now, the majority of the teams had already finished 27 matches. Only a few teams had one match left to fight. The final score was more or less out.

< Scoreboard >

First place, Emperor Team, 26 matches, 25 wins, 25 points.

Second place, Divine Wind Team, 27 matches, 24 wins, 24 points.

Third place, Blazing Team, 27 matches, 23 wins, 23 points.

Fourth place, SkyWater Team, 26 matches, 23 wins, 23 points.

Fifth place, Shrek Team, 27 matches, 20 wins, 20 points.

Sixth place, Thunderbolt Team, 27 matches, 19 wins, 19 points.

Seventh place, Weathered Team, 27 matches, 18 wins, 18 points.

The top five students had been determined.

The empire's number one Heaven Dou Academy, the Wind, Fire, and Water Academies of the Five Elemental Academies, and this year's dark horse, Shrek Academy, What made everyone's jaws drop was that this year's Soul Master Preliminaries, two of the famous Five

Elemental Academies had failed to make it into the top five.

However, the Thunderbolt Academy and Weathered Academy had failed to enter the top five, not because they weren't strong enough, but because this year's competitors were outstanding.

The standard of this year's tournament could be said to be the highest in history. Many people were excited and were secretly guessing who the champion of the tournament would be.

"First place …"

Fang Xuan looked at the name list hanging at the top of the leaderboard. Not only was he not happy, but his expression was grave and somewhat worried.

Although Fang Xuan had gained a lot of fame during this period, he could also feel the hostility coming from all directions. This was especially true for the Platinum Bishop, Saas. Salas had a ferocious expression on his face. He was harboring evil intentions. It seemed that an assassination attempt would be unavoidable in the future.

Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well face it head-on.

Perhaps he could even beat him at his own game …

In any case, Fang Xuan had already made up his mind.

When he went to Martial Spirit City to participate in the finals in the future, he would call Tang San and the others along. Even if he died, he would drag someone down with him.

"Fang Xuan"

A gust of wind blew, and Feng Xiaotian suddenly appeared in front of Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, although you defeated our God Wind team, let me tell you, don't be happy too early. I, Feng Xiaotian will make you pay for this defeat one day"

Feng Xiaotian stared at Fang Xuan with a face full of grief and indignation. His heart was filled with regret.

That match … should not have been lost.

"What you care about is not winning or losing the match, but the promise with Huo Wu."

Fang Xuan glanced at Feng Xiaotian indifferently. He had already seen through the latter's evil intentions.

"Eh, you found out." Feng Xiaotian was stunned. He felt embarrassed as if his inner thoughts had been exposed.

"Then, congratulations on being left behind by Huo Wu"

Fang Xuan spread his hands and mercilessly sprinkled salt on Feng Xiaotian's wound.

"You bastard …"

Feng Xiaotian's complexion turned ashen, and his entire body trembled with anger. In less than two or three sentences, Fang Xuan had made him speechless. He couldn't win in a fight, and he couldn't win in a scolding either. Feng Xiaotian felt depressed and could only stare at Fang Xuan helplessly.

A moment later, a fiery red figure walked over leisurely, and the temperature in the room rose rapidly.

She was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her fiery red hair draped over her shoulders, and her breasts were voluminous. Her fiery body was wrapped in a fiery red tight suit, which made her seem like a ball of passionate flame, burning fiercely.

It was none other than Huo Wu.

"Haha! Little Sister Huo Wu, why are you here? Did you come here to see me? You're too polite. If you have something to say, just tell your big brother. I'll come to see you"

Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up when he saw the fiery red girl walking over. He immediately thickened his skin and stepped forward to greet Huo Wu enthusiastically.

"Hmph"

Huo Wu snorted coldly. Her face was cold, and she didn't even bother with Feng Xiaotian. She walked past him and aggressively walked towards Fang Xuan. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be burning with flames as she stared at Fang Xuan unkindly.

"Why is there another one? So troublesome …"

Fang Xuan frowned and muttered.

He had made many enemies in the competition over the past few days and the Soul Master Tournament had a rule that forbade killing. As a result, Fang Xuan had made a lot of enemies, but he couldn't eliminate them all.

Troublesome, really troublesome.

Huo Wu's personality was very fiery, and her greeting to Fang Xuan was even more direct. Her white fist ignited with a wisp of fire, and she directly punched Fang Xuan's face.

Fang Xuan's eyes narrowed. He liked being direct.

Golden soul power surged from his left hand as he quickly reached forward and easily grabbed Huo Wu's wrist. His right fist followed closely, and the wind from his fist tore through the air as it heavily smashed into Huo Wu's towering chest.

"Ouch, it hurts"

Huo Wu's pretty face was pale, and she felt a burning pain in her chest. She took three steps back, and the pain caused her delicate body to spasm a little.

After taking such a heavy punch, the girl's arrogance was mercilessly shattered. She could only glare at Fang Xuan, and her heart was filled with unwillingness.

"You asked for it…"

Fang Xuan curled his lips. If this wasn't the Soul Master Tournament, he would've killed you long ago. Even your corpse wouldn't be found, so how could you be so arrogant?

"Damn it! Fang Xuan, you bastard, where are you hitting? If Huo Wu's place shrinks, I'll fight you to the death"

Seeing Fang Xuan's heavy punch mercilessly smashing into Huo Wu's chest, Feng Xiaotian's eyes turned red.

The flames of anger in his heart burned wildly, and he charged towards Fang Xuan like a madman, wanting to avenge Huo Wu.

"Bang"

Fang Xuan expressionlessly punched out, and Feng Xiaotian screamed as he was sent flying. At the same time, a black eye appeared on his face.

In less than three seconds, it was a double kill.

With Fang Xuan's current strength, killing Soul Kings was as easy as killing chickens, let alone two puny Soul Ancestors.

Whether it was the Blazing Fire Academy's number one genius, Huo Wu, or the God Wind Academy's number one genius with innate full Soul force, Feng Xiaotian, they were both just over Rank 40. If they fought, even if there were ten Huo Wu and ten Feng Xiaotians, they would still be beaten up by Fang Xuan. Their current strength wasn't even in the same dimension.

"Fang Xuan, don't be too complacent. You were strong in the preliminaries, but we'll see in the finals! There are as many experts as there are clouds in the finals, and there might be someone who can defeat you. It's still unknown who will be the champion of this Soul Master Tournament."

Huo Wu rubbed her chest in pain and angrily glared at Fang Xuan. She mocked, "Don't tell me you think the champion is already in your bag?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I think. The champion will be mine." Fang Xuan said.

"You …" Huo Wu's pretty face turned ashen. This guy often didn't play by the rules and often angered her half to death. Didn't he hear that the second half of her words were sarcastic? Was she deliberately mocking him?

He even shamelessly agreed to it. His skin was thicker than the city walls.

Huo Wu had a bellyful of anger, but she didn't dare to vent it on Fang Xuan. She could only viciously kick the half-dead Feng Xiaotian twice.

As time passed, the twenty-eight teams participating in the preliminaries had more or less finished their last round of matches. There were only two teams left, and there was still one match left.

The final round of the preliminaries, the final match:

Emperor Team vs. Skywater Team.

Under the anticipation of countless people, it finally began!