In the low-key and luxurious luxury suite, a group of young people were sitting or standing at random.
The leader was a man sitting in the middle of the long sofa with a big horse. He was dressed in black and had short black hair in an orderly mess. His forehead hair was pulled back, revealing a black and purple lightning tattoo on his forehead.
There was an undisguised look of disdain in his eyes.
Beside him, a woman with a voluptuous figure was leaning against him lazily. Both the woman's waist-length hair and her eyes showed a strange deep blue color. This color did not add to her appearance.
She was not full of life and vitality, but on the contrary, everyone who looked at her felt the danger of an exploding scalp from her body.
Looking at the man who had just opened the door and walked in, she asked in a charming and gentle voice, "Little crazy crazy, didn't you go to inquire about the next round's opponent?"
The yellow-haired man who came in pushed the door and sat down on the small sofa angrily. The big-brimmed hat that matched the uniform on his head suddenly tilted up.
"What are you asking about? I thought there were so many powerful people in Soto City, but I didn't expect that our opponent in the next round would be the Silver Soul Fighting Team that had just been promoted!"
"Oh?" The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "It seems that the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena is really desperate, and they actually found such a team to deal with us."
The man called Xiao Crazy was obviously very dissatisfied, and he spoke with a gun and a stick:
"When those nobles invited us from the Royal Academy, they promised to have a strong opponent. If it wasn't to improve the level of combat, why didn't I come to this corner of the city in a good mimetic training environment? As a result, I am torturing food every day now.
Moreover, the boss is still bullying me alone, and I don’t even have half of my opponents left, so how can I still play like this?!"
Several people in the room have become accustomed to Xiao Kuangfeng's frequent madness, and they start teasing him:
"Hey, our little crazy man is not willing to be lonely?"
"Crazy man, don't be crazy... With the boss's ability, those trash fish were wiped out in an instant." The slender man stood aside slightly bored, with the hood of a black sweatshirt on his head, covering his blond hair.
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"The main control soul master of the Mad Battle Team in the last game really made me laugh to death. He still insisted on not giving up in front of us. In the end, the boss gave the whole team a set of electrotherapy. He couldn't get out of bed for a month."
The black-haired man on the main seat did not participate in the conversation of several people from beginning to end. He casually played with the hair of his girlfriend beside him with one hand and relaxed with his eyes closed to meditate.
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"The Soto Grand Spirit Arena wants us to snipe the Imperial Fighter Team." The master announced the news with a blank expression, which shocked the entire audience.
"Emperor Fighting Team?! That All Soul Sovereign team?!" Dai Mubai's eyes lit up, and his eyes fixed on Zhu Qing instantly turned around, "I've long wanted to try an opponent like this!"
"Isn't it difficult to fight? We only have five soul masters. Tang Tang and Oscar have overlapping positions and cannot play at the same time. There are only four soul masters who can really play." Ma Hongjun saw the situation clearly and responded mercilessly.
The basin of water dampened Dai Mubai's enthusiasm.
The master nodded and said: "Indeed, all of them have the best soul ring ratio, their soul power is above level 35, and their captain's martial soul is extremely powerful. According to my analysis, your current chance of winning is...zero.
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The master's merciless evaluation was like a lump of ice in the cold winter of March 9th, directly quenching Dai Mubai's last bit of enthusiasm.
Dai Mubai lowered his head in loneliness: "Did you refuse?"