Winning Streak

By Sea God Lake.

"Elder Xuan, based on their performance, do you think they can join the Shrek Reserve Team?" Wang Yan stood beside Xuan Zi and asked quietly.

The drumstick in Xuan Zi's hand had already been finished, and the food beside him had been replaced with chicken wings, as though he could never get enough to eat.

"That little fellow named Wang Dong is quite good. Although he, like those other two oddballs, is holding back his strength, the Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul and his second Spirit Ring alone are enough to explain everything."

"Huo Yuhao should possess a soul skill similar to Spirit Detection. Otherwise, sheer combat experience alone could not allow such precise soul skill usage. It's a pity that his First Soul Ring is only ten years old."

"As for that boy Jiang Yuheng..." Xuan Zi deliberately paused, lifted the Wine Gourd at his side, and took a swig. An expectant look inevitably appeared on his face.

"I'd like to see just how long that brat can keep hiding. If he can conceal himself until the Finals, then I'll truly think more highly of him."

Wang Yan was somewhat uncertain. "Then what do you mean?"

"Keep watching. The matches aren't over yet. It won't be too late to decide then."

As he spoke, he rose to his feet, clutching a chicken wing in one hand and holding the Wine Gourd in the other as he staggered away. Judging by his unsteady steps, he seemed liable to fall at any moment.

"So is it a yes or a no? At least give me a straight answer, Elder." Wang Yan nearly burst into tears.

Yet judging from Xuan Zi's reaction, it was not hard to tell that he had developed a strong interest in Jiang Yuheng. As for why he was unwilling to let him join, that was rather baffling.

The Freshman Assessment Elimination Tournament had reached its final stage. After the morning's matches, the Top Eight teams had emerged.

They were undoubtedly the academy's finest teams, but unexpectedly, both teams led by Soul Elders had been eliminated.

Moreover, they had been eliminated on the same day, in the same match, by the same team.

When Jiang Yuheng and the others arrived at the competition grounds that afternoon, they immediately drew intense attention from the other seven teams.

Clearly, no one wanted to encounter their team at such a crucial stage as the Top Eight advancing to the Final Four.

"By the way, Wang Dong, you draw the lot later." While waiting for the drawing, Jiang Yuheng spoke softly to Wang Dong.

"No. You're our team Captain. Drawing lots is supposed to be your job." Wang Dong crossed her arms and shook her head in refusal.

"But my luck with drawing lots..."

"Jiang Yuheng's team, come forward and draw."

Before he could finish, Director Du's voice directly cut him off. Left with no choice, Jiang Yuheng could only pray to the heavens as he drew a numbered lot.

At that moment, Du Weilun also gave Jiang Yuheng a careful look and thought to himself, What exactly is this kid's Frost Dragon Martial Soul?

He had defeated Soul Elder-level teams in two consecutive matches without even releasing his Martial Soul. It was truly intriguing.

No, I have to suggest to the Dean that they raise the difficulty for this brat. Otherwise, he might not even release it during the Finals!

Jiang Yuheng did not think that much about it. He simply felt that Director Du was looking at him strangely. It was most likely related to his Martial Soul.

Heh, but I'm not telling. I just won't release it. Let's see what you can do about it!

"Number three." Du Weilun took the lot from Jiang Yuheng's hand and announced it loudly.

Upon hearing that number, the teams beside them that had drawn the same number turned deathly pale. Some nearly fainted on the spot.

"Damn it, what kind of terrible luck is this? Might as well chop off that hand."

"It's over, it's over. We're definitely not making the Final Four."

As for the teams that had not drawn it, they were overjoyed. The money they had spent worshipping the gods that morning had not gone to waste!

"Should we go worship the gods too?" Jiang Yuheng suddenly asked after returning to the team.

Wang Dong looked puzzled. "Why?"

"Everyone else is doing it, so we might as well go along with it. It's not expensive anyway." Jiang Yuheng smiled.

Wang Dong rested her right hand on his shoulder. "What's there to worship? It's nothing more than psychological comfort. If you have so much money you don't know where to spend it, you might as well worship me."

Wang Dong had only said it casually, but Jiang Yuheng actually took out a black card, placed it in her hand, and then solemnly bowed to her.

"My God of Luck, bless me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I only said it casually! Worshipping me won't work!" Wang Dong hurriedly said.

Jiang Yuheng wore a serious expression. "Why wouldn't it work? Isn't meeting you the greatest luck of my life?"

Jiang Yuheng had asked too sincerely, leaving Wang Dong unable to find any reasonable way to refute him.

With no other choice, she borrowed a steamed bun from Huo Yuhao and stuffed it into his mouth. Only then did the world become much quieter.

"Shut up!" Wang Dong's face flushed red. This idiot—where did he get so much nonsense to say?

And then, there was no then.

With their overwhelming strength and reputation, Jiang Yuheng's team secured a place in the Finals with unparalleled ease.

It was not that everyone else had failed to try hard enough. It was simply that these three were far too overpowered.

The entire match basically went: Spirit Detection, freezing, Wing Guillotine, and then it was over. They gave their opponents no time to catch their breath. There was simply no comparison.

As a result, several of the teams that had not yet been eliminated began considering surrendering outright.

After all, surrendering looked far better than being frozen in place like an Ice Sculpture.

After returning, the Three Little Ones did not rush to cultivate. Instead, they wandered around the academy, strolling aimlessly under the pretense of relaxing.

The competition had reached the Finals. Cultivating at this point would not make much of a difference, so it was better to relax properly and prepare for tomorrow's match.

Early the next morning, after washing up and leisurely finishing breakfast, the Three Little Ones finally headed for the Assessment Area.

Today was the day the champion of this Elimination Tournament among the new students would be decided. Compared with yesterday, even more people had come to watch, including both teachers and students.

However, the scruffy old man who had appeared on the viewing platform yesterday was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood an old man in white. He was also the elder who had rushed over from Sea God Island when Jiang Yuheng and the other two first encountered Ma Xiaotao.

The current Dean of Shrek Academy, a Super Douluo with the Super Martial Soul Bright Phoenix—Yan Shaozhe.

Just as described in the original work, he had a gentle, approachable temperament and gave people the impression of being an ordinary old man.

One had to know that the Dean of Shrek Academy possessed the standing to sit as equals with any nation's monarch. No new student had expected such a peak powerhouse to appear at the new students' Elimination Tournament.

"I know you're all curious why I'm here. Ordinarily, the appearance of a Vice Dean alone would be enough to show the academy's regard for you."

"But I must say that the talent of your class of new students is the best the academy has seen in nearly a century. I'm very interested in all of you, so I came. I hope you can show me a surprise, and show the academy a surprise!"