"Let us congratulate Three Strikes Guaranteed Win on winning this Soul Duel."
Normally, the referee would walk to the center to offer congratulations.
But this time,
the referee merely stepped one foot onto the Soul Duel Stage, made the announcement, and quickly backed away.
Thick yellow smoke continued to spread outward.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had put on masks and taken protective measures in advance.
Smiling, the two of them walked toward Zhao Wuji.
"Tang San won. It's time to let him into the academy now, right?"
There was no longer any way to stop Tang San.
But Zhao Wuji did not speak to either of them at all. Instead, he turned his body away.
Tang San asked again, "Teacher Zhao?"
Zhao Wuji twisted away once more.
"What are you two doing? Why do you keep standing in front of me?"
"I don't know you two."
"Do you know them?"
Zhao Wuji asked Dai Mubai and Oscar.
The two immediately shook their heads.
"Don't know them."
"Don't think wearing masks makes you part of our group."
At that moment, they could not help feeling fortunate that everyone wore different masks.
If they had all been wearing Shrek's green masks,
they would have had to take them off immediately. There could not be any delay.
It was humiliating—truly humiliating.
Dignified Shrek students had actually stunk their opponents unconscious with farts.
Shrek had turned into Fartkrek.
"Due to issues with the venue, the following matches are temporarily suspended."
The referee swiftly made the announcement.
There was simply no way to continue. The fart stench was too thick.
The spectators had already been overwhelmed by the spreading odor.
Now, they began shouting.
"Refunds!"
"Refunds!"
"Give me my fucking refund!"
The referee was under immense pressure as well.
But he soon received