Both sides did not directly manifest their Martial Souls, and the five young opponents, upon facing an especially delicate-looking little girl, could not help deflating their aggressive aura, despite her seeming youth. Now standing at about 1.7 meters tall, Xiaowu blinked her lovely big eyes, appearing completely harmless as she approached.
Oscar stood beside Tang San and whispered, "Aren't you going to make a move? Don't let Xiaowu suffer a disadvantage."
Oscar had never seen Xiaowu truly fight, and naturally he didn't know the extent of her ability. Moreover, since the opponents were from an advanced Soul Master academy, they should be at least level 20 in Soul Power, and there were five of them.
Tang San did not step forward but merely smiled and said, "You too have been deceived by Xiaowu's appearance. These guys are in for some bad luck."
