AN: Sorry guys for the unpredictable updates! I will try to update like before 2 chapters.
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If not for the fact that Tang San had helped her evolve into an Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda…
Ning Rongrong would have left long ago.
Tang San finally snapped.
He turned sharply, eyes cold as he stared at Ma Hongjun.
"Your deeds brought this on us," Tang San said in a low voice, barely suppressing his anger. "And don't think I've forgotten. The last time you lost control—you attacked a civilian girl."
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, but no words came out.
At the front of the team, Dai Mubai kept his head lowered. His fists clenched. A faint tremor ran through his body.
Because whenever people spat on Fatty's name—
His own was always dragged in with it. The Prince, Playboy and Beast.
The insults never differentiated.
Fren, walking at the edge of the formation, remained expressionless. He neither defended nor condemned anyone.
He was here for only one reason— Shrek Academy belonged to his parents.
From the coach's area, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong watched the scene unfold.
Their expressions grew heavier by the second..
Yu Xiaogang couldn't remain still. He paced back and forth like a trapped animal, his breathing growing uneven.
His eyes were bloodshot.
For him, Shrek's victory was no longer just about glory or recognition. It was the only consolation left in his life.
The only proof—That his theories were correct.
"You people just wait…" Yu Xiaogang muttered under his breath, teeth clenched, nails digging into his palms.
"When Shrek wins… you will understand."
"You will understand that my theory was correct."
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Amidst the torrent of insults raining down from the stands, the Shrek Team finally took their positions, facing their opponents—Godwind Academy.
The Godwind Academy team stood composed, their formation clean and disciplined, eyes sharp with confidence rather than arrogance.
Just as the referee raised his hand, preparing to announce the start of the match—
A voice rang out.
"I have a proposition for this match."
All eyes turned Towards Feng Xiaotian, the captain of Godwind Academy, stepped forward.
A faint pressure radiated from his body, his soul power was already at Level 52, a Soul King. Training in Spirit Hall for a certain time had made him much stronger than the original counterpart.
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, joints popping audibly as his gaze locked onto Tang San.
"In the last match against Blazing Academy," Feng Xiaotian continued calmly, "your controller, Tang San, seemed to… lose control when one of his teammates was injured."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—not mocking, but curious.
"I would like to personally experience that power."
The air in the arena subtly tightened.
Feng Xiaotian raised a hand.
"So I propose this—a one-on-one duel."
"Between us," he said, pointing directly at Tang San. "The winner decides the outcome of the match."
"Does your team agree?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
The Godwind team members didn't object, as they trusted their captain.
All eyes shifted to Tang San, the Shrek Team waited for his decision.
Because they all knew—he was their strongest.
Tang San inhaled slowly.
Outwardly, his expression remained calm, but inwardly, his thoughts churned violently.
His gaze flickered—toward the VIP section, his eyes briefly sweeping past —toward the VIP seats.
Emperor Xue Ye, Duke Xue Xing, Ning Fengzhi, And finally Bishop Salas, the one person he was guarded against
Tang San's fingers tightened.
'Last time…'
In the battle against Blazing Academy, Huo Wu had been far stronger than he remembered.
He lacked the ice and fire immunity that had once been his greatest advantage. Even after the evolution of his martial soul, her flames had still suppressed him.
And when Xiao Wu was injured— His rationality shattered.
In that moment of fury, he had summoned the Clear Sky Hammer.
Only after the match—after the adrenaline faded—did clarity return.
'That wasn't the right moment. My identity should not have been revealed.'
Yet now—
' It did not seem like Bishop Salas cares about my martial soul.'
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, it froze.
Beside Xue Qinghe sat a golden-haired girl.
Her posture was relaxed, almost casual, yet she carried an indescribable sense of nobility. Her long hair shimmered faintly under the arena's light, and her purple eyes—clear and profound—seemed utterly out of place.
Tang San's heart skipped.
'Is that Qian Renxue?'
No—Qian Renxue should be disguised as Xue Qinghe. Then who was this girl?
'Is… she Eve? Or… the real Qian Renxue?'
Before he could analyze further, the golden-haired girl looked at him and slightly curved her lips upward. It was a gentle smile, but to Tang San it felt like she had seen straight through him. His thoughts instantly fell into chaos.
At that moment, Feng Xiaotian's impatient voice rang out once more.
"Are you people still not able to make a decision?"
Tang San snapped back to reality. The confusion in his eyes vanished as he kept the surging thoughts at the back of his mind. With his concentration back to the fight, his face calm as he turned to Feng Xiaotian.
'You,' Tang San thought coldly, 'are just a defeated opponent.'
He then turned to his teammates.
"Don't worry," Tang San said firmly. "Leave this to me."
Dai Mubai clenched his fist saying "Finish it quickly." Oscar gave him a thumbs-up. "We'll be waiting for your victory."
Xiao Wu looked at him with concern but nodded, her trust unwavering.
The others silently stepped back.
One by one, the Shrek Seven Devils withdrew from the arena, leaving Tang San standing alone at its center.
Across from him, Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, and the members of Godwind Academy retreated as well. Their gazes were solemn—this was a battle entrusted entirely to their captain.
The referee raised his hand.
"Begin!"