When the Shrek Seven Devils walked through the applause to stand before Master, Flender, and Zhao Wuji, their eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement.
Master and Tang San exchanged a glance. Tang San saw satisfaction in Master's eyes. To Tang San, earning his teacher's approval was more important than the audience's applause.
Master did not hold back his praise. "Very good. You won. You defeated not only your opponents, but yourselves as well. Consider today's Team Battle Spirit Duel the examination for the second stage of your training. You have all passed my test with excellent results."
Oscar chuckled. "Master, does that mean we get a break after we go back?"
Flender frowned from the side. "Don't get too smug, you little brats. Can't you see how lucky today's victory was? If it had been a true contest of strength, you would not have been a match for the Royal Spirit Battle Team."
Oscar said, "But Dean, I remember you once taught us that luck is also a part of strength. Have you forgotten?"
"Uh... you little brat. Hmph." Though Flender was scolding Oscar, he was actually even more excited than Master.
Shrek Academy could be said to be the persistence he had held onto all these years. And now, at last, he had lived to see the finest group of students in Shrek Academy's history.
He believed that within twenty years, these children before him would bring a storm to the entire Spirit Master world of the Douluo Continent—a true storm.
Zhao Wuji laughed. "All right, Flender. Stop putting on a stern face. The children have worked hard enough lately. Master, should we let them rest for a while after we return?"
Master nodded slowly. "They should rest. When we return this time, you will have half a month