Half an hour later, on the west side of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, within the training grounds.
This was an extremely vast training area, with the ground paved with special stone bricks and Soul Tools set up all around to absorb residual Soul Power, clearly designed for high-intensity combat.
At this moment, seven figures stood in the field, some still, some moving, each with a distinct Aura.
They varied in age, the oldest barely over twenty, the youngest only fifteen or sixteen, yet all exuded a steady presence; they were the Royal Fight Team.
Unlike other students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, they did not wear the uniform goose-yellow school uniforms but were dressed in various colored tight-fitting outfits. However, passing students did not find this strange; they merely kept their distance, fearing to anger them.
The atmosphere in the training ground was slightly subdued.
Just then, a slightly arrogant female voice suddenly broke the brief silence.
Dugu Yan slightly raised her head, snorted coldly, and said:
"Tian Heng, Yu Feng just returned and said someone wants to join our Royal Fight Team, and they were even introduced by His Highness Xue Qinghe? I heard his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass—heh, what does he think our Royal Fight Team is? Any trash or someone with connections dares to try and squeeze in."
Hearing this, Yu Tianheng smiled faintly and said, "Yan Zi, we can't generalize. Perhaps this Blue Silver Grass Soul Master is different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters?"
"What could be different? What kind of Cultivation can a Waste Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass achieve? No matter how much he Cultivates, it won't change the fact of its Innate disadvantage," Dugu Yan scoffed dismissively, crossing her arms and speaking coldly.
"But… wasn't that Blue Silver Grass Soul Master we met in the Star Dou Great Forest also very strong?" a clear, gentle voice suddenly interjected.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice; it was Ye Lingling, the Royal Fight Team's support-type Soul Master.
Dugu Yan frowned, paused, but did not immediately retort, merely huffing, "That guy did have some strength; I wonder if he's from our Heaven Dou Empire."
Seeing everyone discussing with enthusiasm, Yu Feng also quickly came over, grinning as he said:
"I also heard a bit of news: this guy just entered the Academy and beat up Xue Beng and all his subordinates. It was quite a fierce scene."
"With Xue Beng's meager Soul Power? Plus his pampered, sycophantic, useless followers, who wouldn't be able to knock them down with one slap? Boring." Hearing this, Dugu Yan immediately scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Just as the group was in the midst of their lively discussion, exchanging words.
A steady sound of footsteps slowly approached.
Not far away, a middle-aged Soul Master in a light gold robe slowly walked over, his face serious, his steps firm. It was Teacher Qin Ming, the leader and teacher of the Royal Fight Team.
He scanned the people present, slightly raised his hand, and said in a deep voice, "You all must have heard, right? Someone wants to join our Royal Fight Team."
Hearing this, everyone immediately composed themselves and nodded.
"He was introduced by His Highness Xue Qinghe." With a serious gaze, Qin Ming continued, "I will personally arrange his assessment later. At least one of the three teaching committee members might come to observe. All of you, please be restrained and don't speak carelessly."
As his words fell, Dugu Yan slightly turned her head, snorted, and said no more.
Seeing this, Qin Ming smiled faintly and did not press the matter.
Just then, he suddenly noticed a figure walking in from outside the training grounds.
It was Sun Buyu and Tang Chuan, who was wearing a ghost mask.
Their steps were steady, their Auras not apparent, yet each carried a faint sense of pressure.
"Teacher Qin." Sun Buyu stepped forward, respectfully cupping his hands and bowing, "This is the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master I mentioned to you earlier."
Qin Ming nodded, his gaze turning to Tang Chuan, his tone initially calm, but when he noticed the ghost mask covering his face, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Hello, Teacher Qin." Tang Chuan's expression remained unchanged upon seeing Qin Ming; he stepped forward, extended his right hand, and said calmly.
"Hello." Qin Ming, seeing this, did not neglect him, nodding in response:
He then extended his hand and shook Tang Chuan's.
The handshake was only for a brief moment, but Qin Ming inexplicably felt a strange sensation—the voice seemed very familiar.
His brow moved slightly; Qin Ming was about to ask Tang Chuan why he was wearing a mask when a slightly mocking female voice came from behind him:
"Hmph, in broad daylight, why are you wearing a mask to act mysterious?"
"A dignified man, hiding himself. Who knows if he truly has ability or if he's afraid of being recognized and making a fool of himself."
Dugu Yan's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone present to hear. Yu Feng's mouth twitched beside her, not daring to speak, and Yu Tianheng merely frowned, remaining silent.
Just then, an old man slowly walked over from not far away.
He was not tall but extremely corpulent, about four feet in height, with a waistline also a full four feet. His round figure was almost like a ball, his hair was white, but his spirit was very vigorous, and his steps were steady, carrying a faint sense of intimidation as he walked.
As soon as he appeared, the surrounding students immediately quieted down, even moving far away, clearly indicating his extraordinary status.
"Committee Member Bai Baoshan, hello."
Sun Buyu and Qin Ming, seeing this, immediately went to greet him, bowing respectfully.
Bai Baoshan raised his hand, signaling them not to be so formal, then calmly glanced at Tang Chuan standing in the field, with a slight look of appraisal, and said:
"Is he the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master recommended by His Highness the Prince?"
"Yes," Sun Buyu replied.
"Hmm." Bai Baoshan nodded, then turned to Qin Ming and said:
"Teacher Qin, you can arrange the assessment. I will only observe from the side. If he truly has strength, there's no harm in him joining the Royal Fight Team."
"Yes." Qin Ming nodded, then stepped forward and looked at Tang Chuan, smiling:
"Little brother, I heard you are only twelve years old, your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and your Soul Power has just broken through to Level 30? This is quite outstanding among support-type Soul Masters."
"How about this—"
Pausing slightly, Qin Ming continued:
"You will compete with our Royal Fight Team's support-type Soul Master in healing ability. If your ability can reach two-thirds of theirs, I will agree to you joining the Royal Fight Team."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan took a step forward, his tone calm as he said, "Compete in healing ability with a support-type Soul Master? That's too boring… Can I have a different opponent?"
As his words fell, the field instantly became silent.
Hearing this, Qin Ming's brows furrowed slightly. Before he could speak, Dugu Yan interjected, saying:
"A different opponent? Do you think this is your home? Everyone else in our Royal Fight Team is either a strong attack-type or agile attack-type Soul Master. Do you want to get beaten up and abused?"
"Who told you I'm a support-type Soul Master?" Facing Dugu Yan's provocation, Tang Chuan's expression was calm, and he said faintly.
At these words, everyone was stunned.
"If Blue Silver Grass isn't support-type, could it be strong attack-type?" Dugu Yan said disdainfully.
Tang Chuan smiled lightly, his voice deep and powerful, saying, "My Blue Silver Grass can be both support-type and strong attack-type, and it can also specialize in control!"
"If you don't believe me, you can come and try!"
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