Seeing her academy's team sent flying off the arena with a single blow, Hu Yanzhen's expression turned extremely ugly. He shot Salas a vicious glare and cursed inwardly, Damn it, old bastard, you set me up! This is the team you said wouldn't be very strong? My academy's team could have made it into the top five, but now they've been eliminated in the top fourteen.
He was also displeased with Blue Tyrant Academy for stopping his academy's team here, but he had to admit that, at such a young age, they possessed such terrifying strength. There was no longer any suspense in this tournament. No team could withstand their attacks. If the remaining teams were smart, they should forfeit on their own. Otherwise, once their opponents learned their abilities and prepared targeted counters, defeat would be their only outcome.
The leaders and team captains of the other thirteen teams hurriedly discussed how to handle the matter. In the end, they chose to forfeit outright, drafted a report on the decision, and submitted it to the tournament organizers, judges, and guests for approval.
"These little ones really know how to have fun. Very few students can kick their opponents off the Spirit Fighting Stage. Sigh, when your strength utterly crushes theirs, battles can be resolved this quickly," Liu Erlong said with a smile.
"Dean, after this battle, I doubt any academy team will dare face us. We can go straight to the finals," Flender said, shaking his head.
"Let them do as they please. We've already made a name for ourselves. It's not bad if we don't have to take part in the remaining matches either—it will give the little monsters more time to cultivate. I heard the finals venue has been changed. It'll be at the Pontiff's Palace in