The preliminaries were more than halfway over, and Shrek Academy continued its winning streak like an unstoppable green torrent. The eighth match, the ninth match... their opponents varied in strength, but none could halt their advance. Every victory made the name "Shrek Eight Devils" ring louder, and those shit-green uniforms had practically become symbols of strength and mystery.
A winning streak brought not only glory and attention, but real pressure as well. More and more teams began studying their tactics in depth, trying to find weaknesses in that seemingly flawless coordination. At the Training Ground, Master's brow furrowed ever tighter as he arranged increasingly complicated and demanding drills against every possible tactical countermeasure.
"Don't let your winning streak go to your heads!" Master's cold voice echoed across the Training Ground. "Every detail about you could be magnified and studied by your opponents. The Elephant Armored Sect's absolute defense, Thunder Academy's explosive charges, Godwind Academy's extreme speed... these are all tough battles we will soon face! The slightest lapse could become the fuse that leads to defeat!"
Everyone was sobered, and trained even harder. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's coordination became ever more seamless, the transitions between powerful assaults and swift strikes flowing like water; Xiao Wu's Soft Skill became even trickier and harder to defend against under Tang San's precise calculations; Ma Hongjun worked hard to control the power and range of his Evil Fire, striving to maximize its destructive force; Ning Rongrong's command of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda became increasingly exquisite, with every buff applied to the right person at the exact right moment; Oscar's sausages also gained several strange new varieties with practical effects.
Tang San and Xiao Xiaoxiao's coordination, meanwhile, had become the core of the team's tactics. Tang San's control was no longer limited