Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

The round of 16 will take place one day later.

Luo Yun's team was drawn against a team from Class 3. Two members were at the second level of the Soul Ring, and the other was at the first level. Their highest Soul Power was level 23, and their Martial Soul configuration was nothing special. It could be said that they got to this point by luck.

Before the match began, the three people on the opposing team stood on the Soul Fighting Platform, their expressions towards Luo Yun quite complex.

"Class monitor..." one of the boys said with a wry smile, "Go easy on him."

Luo Yun nodded.

After the match started, Chen Jiyong's Earth Wall blocked the sneak attack of the opposing agility-type, Su Xiaowan's Flame Ray repelled the charge of the power-type, and Luo Yun charged directly into the opposing formation, taking down enemies one by one with a punch. The battle ended in less than a few minutes.

The girl from the control department opposite him was pushed back beyond the boundary line. When she stood up, she rubbed her shoulders and looked at Luo Yun with a helpless expression.

"Class monitor, are you really a control system user?"

Luo Yun did not answer. Chen Jiyong was grinning from ear to ear, and Su Xiaowan also smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

The three of them stepped off the arena, Chen Jiyong still excitedly chattering away. Luo Yun, however, paid no attention to what he was saying; his focus was entirely on the next round of drawing lots.

The quarterfinal matchups will be announced tonight.

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At night, the lobby of the Fighting Soul Zone was brightly lit.

All the team captains who advanced to the top eight were present. Luo Yun stood on the stage, while Chen Jiyong and Su Xiaowan did not come up – the draw only required the captains to participate.

Standing on the stage was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a robust build. He wore a dark blue teacher's uniform with a gold badge pinned to his chest. He stood in front of the microphone, his gaze sweeping over the eight people below the stage, his expression serious.

Luo Yun recognized him—Du Weilun, the Dean of Instruction of the Martial Soul Department of the Outer Academy, responsible for the daily management and assessment of the department.

"The quarterfinals will be decided by drawing lots. The rules are very simple." Du Weilun's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy, and every word was clear. "The four matchups will be drawn on the spot and announced immediately. There is no avoidance rule."

He took a slip of paper from the transparent box on the table, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

"The first match is between Class 5, Zhao Peng's team, and Class 9, Sun Yi's team."

Another note.

"Second match, Class 3, Luo Yun's team. Yes—"

Luo Yun's ears perked up.

"Class 4, Team Leader Shen Yi."

The hall was silent for a moment, then a murmur arose.

"Luo Yun's team versus Shen Yi's team? Doesn't that mean the finals are moved up?"

"Eliminating one player in the quarterfinals is too early."

Luo Yun's expression didn't change much, but a thought flickered in his mind. Captain Shen Yi had finally arrived.

He looked up at Shen Yi, who was standing on the other side of the crowd. Shen Yi was also looking over, a slight smile playing on his lips. He nodded at him, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Du Weiren continued drawing the remaining lots, but Luo Yun wasn't listening. He was already thinking about the next match.

After the draw, Luo Yun went down to the stage, where Chen Jiyong and Su Xiaowan were waiting.

"Is it really Captain Shen Yi?" Chen Jiyong asked.

"Team Leader Shen Yi".

Chen Jiyong's face turned pale instantly. Su Xiaowan's expression also became serious.

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At the same time, Du Weilin knocked on Yan Shaozhe's office door.

Yan Shaozhe sat behind his desk, holding a document in his hand and several sheets of paper spread out in front of him. He looked up, took off his glasses, and leaned back in his chair.

"How is it?"

Du Weiren reported the draw results and then specifically mentioned the second match.

"The student you mentioned that you should pay attention to is going to face off against the only Soul Master team among the freshmen, and he also eliminated another Soul Master team in the round of 32 to 16."

Yan Shaozhe tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Is it that Luo Yun?" he asked.

"Yes," Du Weiren nodded. "Many students are saying this is like the finals being played out ahead of schedule."

Yan Shaozhe remained silent for a while, then picked up the calendar on the table and glanced at it.

When is the match?

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Yan Shaozhe nodded.

"I'll go take a look."

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The next afternoon, the stands in the Fighting Spirit area were packed.

Not only students from Class 3 and Class 4, but also many students from other classes came. The quarterfinals were already a highly anticipated match, let alone the one between Luo Yun's team and Shen Yi's team—the dark horse ranked third in the standings versus the championship favorite ranked first.

Beside the Soul Arena, Luo Yun was talking to Chen Jiyong and Su Xiaowan. His voice wasn't loud, but he spoke quickly, as if he were explaining something important.

"Chen Jiyong, you don't need to use the earthen wall to stop Shen Yi today."

Chen Jiyong was taken aback: "No need for the earthwork wall?"

"You can't stop him. He's too fast; he'll have already circled around you before your earthen wall even rises." Luo Yun looked at him. "Save your soul power and reinforce the wall. Then—"

He paused.

"Put the earthen wall facing us. Create a closed space, trapping the three of us inside."

Chen Jiyong's eyes widened: "What?"

Su Xiaowan also showed a puzzled expression.

Luo Yun didn't explain, but continued, "The earthen wall doesn't need to be too high, just enough to block the view. Form a square shape, leaving one exit. Then I'll fill the inside with ice mist."

Chen Jiyong's eyes slowly brightened.

"You mean... to turn the battlefield into our own territory?"

Luo Yun nodded.

"No matter how fast Shen Yi is, he can't go any faster once he's inside the ice mist. The ice mist is my territory; I can sense the location of everyone inside. If he dares to rush in, he's just walking into a trap."

He looked at Su Xiaowan.

"Your fire ray will be affected by the ice mist, but your blazing claws at close range will be fine. Once Shen Yi rushes in, you don't need to aim, just fight him at close range."

Su Xiaowan nodded.

"Chen Jiyong, hold the earthen wall. It won't take long, thirty breaths will be enough."

Chen Jiyong took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "Understood."

"superior."

The three of them left the rest area and headed towards the Soul Battle Arena.

On the battle stage, Shen Yi was already standing on the opposite side. He still looked the same, dressed in black with black hair, a faint smile playing on his lips. His two teammates stood behind him.

"Class 3 Luo Yun Team vs. Class 4 Shen Yi Team, both sides enter the arena." An old man in white stood by the arena, holding a roster in his hand, his gaze sweeping over both sides. "Rules: Stop when you've made a point. If you go out of bounds or surrender, you lose."

Shen Yi looked at Luo Yun, his smile deepening.

"I heard you defeated Qin Hao?" His tone wasn't exactly provocative.

Luo Yun did not answer.

"Both sides, get ready." The teacher raised his hand.

Luo Yun took a deep breath and activated his Martial Soul. Ice-blue light surged from his body, covering his arms and upper body, and the dense ice-blue feathers gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Chess pieces appeared beneath Chen Jiyong's feet, their earthen-yellow light swirling around him. Su Xiaowan's hands ignited with orange-red flames, and her eyes transformed into vertical pupils.

Opposite him, Shen Yi's body became even more slender, his hands transforming into sharp claws, black fur covering his arms, and three spirit rings slowly rotating around him—two yellow and one purple. The control-type girl wore a pair of bracelets on each hand, with two yellow spirit rings. The power-attack-type boy wielded a massive warhammer, its head gleaming with a dark golden light, and two yellow spirit rings.

The referee's gaze swept over both sides, and his raised hand slowly fell.

"start."

Shen Yi moved.

His speed was astonishing; he practically vanished from the spot, transforming into a black shadow as he pounced on Luo Yun. A gasp rippled through the stands—such speed was simply beyond the reaction time of a two-ring Soul Master.

But Luo Yun did not move.

"Chen Jiyong!"

With a wave of his hand, Chen Jiyong sent six chess pieces flying. Instead of heading towards Shen Yi, they flew towards him. The pieces exploded in mid-air, transforming into six earthen walls that surrounded Luo Yun, Chen Jiyong, and Su Xiaowan from six directions.

The moment the earthen wall closed, Shen Yi's dark figure had already rushed in front of him. But he missed—the earthen wall had sealed off all the entrances, and he could only stop outside the earthen wall, his black claws digging into it, leaving three deep grooves.