It was just dawn the next morning, and everyone at the Shrek Academy had already gotten up early and gathered together to have breakfast.
They did not leave after having breakfast, but remained firmly seated in their seats, each of them staring intently at Grandmaster, who was sitting in the first place.
"Play well! Don't think so much. Your future is infinitely bright!" A smile appeared on Grandmaster's cold face. He glanced at the students he had trained and said with half emotion and half encouragement.
"Don't be afraid. I'll give them a good beating and let those guys know how powerful we are!" Liu Erlong waved his fists excitedly, like a bandit who was about to go out to rob. Then he turned to look at Flender: "Hey, hey, hey! You should hurry up and say a few words!"
"Thanks to you! Now our Shrek Academy admissions office is almost full! There is more money to be made!" Flender pushed up his glasses, shining with the light of a money fan, and let out his trademark evil laugh.
"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let him speak!" Grandmaster said with a slight headache while holding his forehead.
Others don't know, but how could Grandmaster not know that this profiteer had taken down all the shops near the Shrek Academy's gate in advance, and Tenten made a lot of money from rent collection.
Everyone's eyes froze, but they all looked at Madara who was sitting on the other side without eating.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Ban put down the bowl and chopsticks inexplicably and said with a cold snort.
"Brother Madara, we can reach this point without your efforts! All of us will remember this. You are as helpful to us as any teacher! Now tell us a few words to boost our morale!" Ning Rongrong smiled slightly and winked playfully.
"Fight well, don't ruin my reputation! I don't want others to say that the people I trained Uchiha Madara are useless!" Ban's face was arrogant and his tone was still not so good, but everyone could hear the concern contained in it, so they all smiled knowingly.
"Brother Madara said so, let's work hard there!" Dai Mubai stood up and stretched out one of his hands, and Shrek Seven Devils put his hand on it knowingly.
Shrek, this battle will be won!
"His Holiness the Pope is here!" With a high-pitched shout, Bibi Dong, who had never seen a game before, officially arrived on the field.
Everyone knelt down to salute. Only Shrek and his group stood there alone, extremely conspicuous. However, Soul Master, who was beating his chest with one hand, did not kneel down like them.
Someone immediately jumped out to reprimand them, but Bibi Dong let it go without any care. The whole place was silent, and no one dared to refute the rising Pope.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne in the center, looked at the Titled Douluo listed on the left and right, nodded and said, "Let's begin!"
The game started, and the players from both sides entered in an orderly manner. Unlike the two or three big cats and kittens on Shrek's side, when Spirit Hall Team walked onto the Soul Fighting stage, the spectators immediately let out a tsunami of cheers. After all, many of them were Spirit Hall. This face must be given to his own team.
"You are Tang San, right? Your brother owes me a little something, do you think I can charge you some interest?" Yan stuck out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips, saying with some morbid excitement.
"That depends on whether the strength under your hands is strong enough!" Tang San retorted without showing any weakness. Even though Yan was a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, he was not afraid of it.
After the two teams on the Soul Fighting stage finished their harsh words and completed Martial Soul Possession, the referee announced the start of the game.
"Boy! Are you ready? It's coming!" Yan, still wearing the mask, rushed over with blazing black flames all over his body.
"Act as planned!" Tang San glanced sideways at the people behind him and shouted, then rushed forward without hesitation.
"Within five minutes, get rid of the other four people!" Dai Mubai glanced at the back of Tang San, who was rushing forward, and roared. He and Zhu Zhuqing jumped together, transformed into a huge Hell White Tiger and immediately rushed towards Xie Yue and Hu Liena.
"Boss Dai, Xiao San, look at us!" Ma Hongjun soared in the air, like a phoenix bathed in fire with extraordinary power. He and Oscar Xiao Wu attacked the other four without hesitation.
"You look so arrogant! I don't even need the support of my teammates to fight alone, just like that annoying brother of yours!" Yan raised his hand and swept a line of fire blazing with black flames towards Tang San, but was narrowly dodged by Tang San's mysterious Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
"But it seems that your strength is still far inferior to that of your brother!" Both of Yan's eyes turned into a rich pitch black, and the afterimages came to Tang San in an instant. He used Third Spirit Skill without hesitation, and his hands were like eagle talons to grab Tang San in front of him.
Demon Shadow Heavenly Claw!
Yan wildly stretched out his claws towards the Tang San in front of him, and in an instant, dozens of dense claws shot out, overwhelmingly covering the Tang San.
Tang San summoned Blue Silver Grass in time to stand in front of him. The mutated Blue Silver Grass's incomparable tenacity was not cut off, but even though it blocked the claw light, The huge force still twisted Blue Silver Grass in front of him and hit Tang San's arms crossed in front of him, making him extremely shocked. "What a powerful force! What a fast speed! I really underestimated him!"
While Blue Silver Grass was covering his sight, Yan appeared in front of Tang San like a fleeting flying leopard. The moment Blue Silver Grass dispersed, Tang San's body shape was revealed and he directly punched and said, "Taste my power!"
Tang San did not hesitate to use Mysterious Jade Hand to superimpose and pinch Crane Captures Dragon to meet him, but he was shot into the air like a kite with a broken string. After landing, his feet drew two deep ravines on the ground.
"Is this Soul Emperor?" Tang San felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it alive, and a flush appeared on his face.
He knew that he must not spit out this mouthful of blood. Once he spit out this breath, it would be exhausted and he would no longer be able to maintain his fighting power.
"This person will definitely be killed in the future!" Ban saw Yan killing his brother and almost couldn't help but take action. The murderous intention in his heart overflowed uncontrollably and he secretly swore in his heart.
"Is this the plan you made? You didn't even give Tang San any support from Ning Rongrong and Oscar, so you let him face Soul Emperor alone?" Madara asked Grandmaster, who was sitting next to him, in a bad tone.
"This Yan is indeed a bit beyond my expectations! But I believe in Xiao San, don't you believe in your brother's ability?" Grandmaster stared at the battle of Tang San on the stage with all his attention, and asked Madara slowly without looking back.
"Hmph! I have more confidence in Xiao San than you!" Madara snorted coldly and said no more.
It has reached its climax just after the start. This Soul Fighting lived up to its reputation as a final, instantly igniting the hormones of everyone in the stands, and the cheers rose like waves.
"However, if you want to defeat me like this, you are still far away!" Mysterious Heaven Skill in Tang San's body is running at full strength, the characteristics of endless life are exerted, and the purple light in his eyes is staring at Yan who is laughing wildly.
Then give it a try!