The top 8 are born, the legendary road

  The Golden Lion stared at his own hands in disbelief, he had actually lost!

  Why isn't it already promoted to level 7?

  The Golden Lion's eyes were dim and empty, staring blankly at his own palm. Why had his strength increased, his aura even reaching level seven, yet he still couldn't defeat a six-level high-ranking Xia Ming?

  Why is this?

  It's not just the Golden Lion, even the people from the Warrior Academy are collectively stunned, they're all staring blankly at Xiaoming, completely unable to understand what happened.

  "This, this can't be! A 7th rank against a 6th rank, that's an absolute gap. How could Xia Ming possibly defeat the Golden Lion!" The people from Warrior Academy muttered to themselves.

  "That's also an exaggeration."

  "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I absolutely wouldn't have believed it." Some shook their heads, some sighed, and some didn't dare to believe.

  But facts are facts.

  Fearsome Xiaoming, the Golden Lion's strength ultimately became Xiaoming's stepping stone. Even a seventh-level Golden Lion couldn't stop Xiaoming, and he seized the last spot in the top eight with one move. Xiaoming's supporters and the people from the Magic Academy suddenly let out a loud roar, venting their excitement.

  "Oh my god, I can hardly believe it! Xiaoming has advanced to the top 8 with a strong momentum and become the champion of the first war zone!" Lan Ning shouted loudly while holding up the transmission crystal.

  Next is the cheering paradise.

  Only the Golden Lion remained staring blankly at his own hand, bewildered and stunned. Gradually, a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes: "Why is this?" The Golden Lion's voice was hoarse and trembling as he asked Xia Ming.

  "You're too superstitious about your own power." Xiaoming said.

  At this point, he also realized after being pointed out by Anthony that although level was very important, it wasn't everything. Having strong power absolutely didn't just depend on a single level up.

  The Golden Lion is quite unimpressive at this point, although it has the strength of a 7th level, but it doesn't have the control to wield its actual strength, and its power is only on the surface. In fact, its true strength is not much different from that of a high-level 6th level, it's just that its power is stronger.

  Xia Ming, who had initially mastered compound magic, already had the capital to fight a seventh-level strongman, let alone Huang Jin Shi Zi, who had just been promoted and was still a rookie. Losing to him would be nothing out of the ordinary.

  The golden lion still didn't understand, staring blankly at Xia Ming, his eyes dull and lifeless.

  Xia Ming showed absolute control in this battle, dealing a huge blow to the Golden Lion. His confidence was completely destroyed by Xia Ming. If he still doesn't realize where he went wrong, it's very likely that a genius will fall.

  Failure is not terrible; what's terrible is losing the courage and confidence to get back up after failure.

  No one can help with this kind of thing.

  "What a little monster, not only is he proficient in summoning magic, but he has also grasped composite magic and has terrifying magical variations..." The old magician on the main stage exclaimed, "I really don't know where this little guy came from, Rog, your academy has produced another genius who is no less than Arthur's heyday."

  "Cough, cough." Roger cleared his throat a few times to cover up the smile on his face, stroking his beard with an air of naturalness: "Of course, our students from the Blazing Flame Academy have always been among the top four academies. How about it, old friend? Your disciple doesn't seem to be among the top eight, does he?"

  Rog then joined in on the trash talk with Anthony.

  Unexpectedly, Anthony, who should have been furious, had a face full of smiles. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were all visible, and his face was like a blooming flower. Even the blue beard next to him had a smiling face.

  Everyone was baffled.

  Rong Ma suddenly felt a bad premonition: "Old man, it can't be..."

  "Haha, old stubborn, you guessed it! Xiaoming is indeed my student, my direct disciple!" Anthony didn't have the slightest demeanor of a powerful magician, but instead was very enthusiastic about arguing with Roger.

  Anthony had no sense of low-key, rubbing his hands together, and laughing triumphantly. Although he had almost never personally instructed Xiaoming, the old master did not have a hint of humility, that posture was as if to say that Xiaoming's current achievements were all thanks to him.

  "Is he really your disciple?" Rong was a bit unbelievable, and Yao Wang, who was also present, was even more suspicious. The two of them had both experienced the Pharmaceutical Conference and deeply understood the boy's genius in pharmaceutical studies, some aspects of which were even more mysterious than Yao Wang himself.

  However, Anthony had never mastered pharmacy, but alchemy was indeed unparalleled on the continent.

  "That's for sure!" Anthony exclaimed excitedly, as if he wanted to jump up and shout it out loud to everyone that Xia Ming was his disciple.

  Rog looked at Anthony's excited expression with a mixture of laughter and tears, also knowing that his old friend was always like this, an old naughty boy who loved to be serious.

  "It seems this young man's potions teacher is someone else, but in terms of magic, he must be following Anthony." Rog thought to himself.

  When everyone looked at Xiaoming, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. It turned out that he was Anthony's disciple, no wonder he was so powerful. To know that Anthony is also a renowned figure in the mainland magic world, and an absolute heavyweight character. Xiaoming is his disciple, so this little demon is slightly balanced for them.

  They didn't know that Anthony had only occasionally given Xiaoming some guidance when he encountered a bottleneck, and basically hadn't taught him much otherwise.

  Looking at the magicians' surprised and stunned expressions, Anthony was very satisfied with the result of announcing the answer, mischievously revealing a smile.

  "With that, the top eight of this year's Martial Soul Tournament have all been born! Lan Ning grasped the Transmission Crystal tightly and shouted with all his might: 'I now announce the top eight finalists of this year's Martial Soul Tournament!'"

  As soon as Lan Ning said this, the entire room fell silent, with everyone staring intently at the huge crystal mirror in the center.

  On the surface of the mirror crystal, a string of characters emerged, with the names of the top eight written on it.

  The First War Zone: Xia Ming.

  Second War Zone: 'Mad Warrior' Arthur.

  Third War Zone: 'Mad Demon' Kidd.

  Fourth War Zone: 'Terra Controller' Murphie

  Fifth War Zone: Xiao Hua.

  The Sixth War Zone: Jiaxing.

  Seventh War Zone: Tanggu

  Eighth War Zone: Su Weiwei.

  Xia Ming also saw the entire top 8 list and ranking, among these people, Arthur, Murphy, Kidd, Tonger, Su Weiwei were all familiar to him, Kidd was the fourth place in the previous Magic Warrior Conference, still closely following Murphy, not to be underestimated.

  As for Fero and Gasol, these two people Xiaming had never heard of before, nor did he hear their names in the previous Magic Warrior Conference. They were all newcomers who emerged this year.

  As for last year's relatively well-known Ge De and Luo Jia, this year not one of them made the list, which shows just how ruthless this year's competition is.

  Xia Ming stood shoulder to shoulder with Su Weiwei, while Tang Ge stood pitifully on the other side. Xia Ming couldn't help but sigh that Tang Ge's luck was quite good, as there were almost no strong players in the seventh district, and Tang Ge had easily obtained a ticket to the top eight without much effort.

  "Firo and Gassol, I know these two people, their strength is not that great, just around mid-sixth level. It's a bit of a stretch for them to get first place in those two war zones, especially Firo, if I were to meet him, I'm very confident I can take him down!"

  Xia Ming and Su Weiwei didn't care, they just prayed not to meet each other, with their strength, both had the hope of competing for the top three in the Magic Martial Arts Conference, and getting that precious opportunity from the Sacred Council.

  "Next is the draw for the top 4 from the top 8!" Lan Ning pressed the Mirror Crystal, and the projection on it immediately closed. He smiled and said: "Please have the students who entered the top 8 come on stage to draw their numbers!"

  It's another draw, Xia Ming had a headache, his luck has never been good. Under Tong Ge's strange laughter and Su Weiwei's accompaniment, Xia Ming reluctantly came to the lottery stage.

  Arthur, Murphy... all these people also came on stage one by one, they stood on the stage and led their respective supporters to shout different slogans.

  "Draw lots, Xiaoming little brother!" Lan Ning winked at Xiaoming.

  Xia Ming was too lazy to bother with this old pervert, took a deep breath, and reached into the lottery box...