The high-level Soul Master academy elite competition across the continent has now reached its final stages and intensified to a fever pitch. Those who remain are undoubtedly the strongest among the young Soul Masters.
Especially the Golden Generation of the Martial Soul Hall, which has shown the true potential of what a Soul Master can achieve.
Of course, this is under the assumption that no one knows the true ages of the Shrek Seven Monsters.
After dinner, the students of Shrek Academy each returned to their rooms to rest.
The accommodations arranged by the Martial Soul Hall were very good. Each person had their own room. Tomorrow's opponents would be determined by a draw before the match. But no matter who they face, maintaining the best condition is always right.
Tang San was preparing to meditate when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked with some surprise. Everyone had just returned to their rooms, so who could it be? Xiaowu?
