The aftermath of defeating Blazing Fire Academy continued to ferment over the next few days. Shrek Academy was no longer the "country team" that drew attention through luck and bizarre uniforms, but a true powerhouse considered capable of contending for the finals. Outside the inn where they stayed, people from all walks of life began appearing, trying to gather information or curry favor, only to be bluntly turned away by Dean Flender and Zhao Wuji.
Training continued steadily, but the atmosphere had clearly become much more relaxed. Their successive victories over formidable opponents had greatly boosted the Eight Devils' confidence, and their coordination had reached a new level.
During a break in training that day, everyone sat together to rest. Oscar munched on a Recovery Sausage while animatedly recounting their battle against Blazing Fire Academy.
"You should've seen Huo Wu's face back then. It was practically turning green! Haha, serves her right for being so arrogant!" Ma Hongjun chimed in indistinctly, his mouth stuffed full.
Xiao Wu proudly swung her scorpion braid. "Exactly! Who do you think we Eight Devils are? Xiao San's Blue Silver Cage was crucial, and Sister Xiaoxiao's illusion made Huo Wu so mad she was practically jumping in place!"
Ning Rongrong smiled behind pursed lips. "The main thing was that everyone worked well together. Mubai held off the pressure from the front, and Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu chose exactly the right moments to break in."
Dai Mubai rolled his still faintly aching shoulder, his evil eyes filled with exhilaration. "That was satisfying! It's just a shame I didn't get to properly exchange moves with Huo Wushuang in the air." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, who was quietly wiping her daggers. Sensing his gaze, Zhu Zhuqing's movements paused slightly. She did