The Shrek Team had the worst reputation of all. And because Yu Xiaogang had caused trouble for the referee during the preliminaries, the Organizing Committee's staff wanted nothing to do with them. As a result, they were the last team to enter.
The number of camp tents matched the number of participating teams, with none to spare. The Shrek Team had no choice but to take the tent near the garbage dump.
It was tolerable when the weather was cool, but once it grew hot, the stench from the garbage dump shot straight through the tops of their heads.
"That damned Organizing Committee! What a wonderful tent they arranged for us! How is anyone supposed to rest here?" Dai Mubai could not help cursing as he stared at the nearby garbage dump.
Everyone from Shrek felt the humiliation of being deliberately targeted, and each of them clenched their fists.
After all, this was the Imperial Hunting Grounds, a place under military control. Competitors were not allowed to wander freely after their matches, nor could they move their tent elsewhere.
But the same point still stood: no one was forcing them to participate in the Soul Master Tournament. If they felt targeted or were dissatisfied with the Organizing Committee's arrangements, they were free to withdraw.
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. "No one thinks we can win, so we'll take the championship anyway and slap every last one of them in the face!"
After a pause, Yu Tianheng could not resist asking, "By the way, Tang San, what have you been training in with His Excellency Haotian every night this past month?"
He was very curious. Every night, Tang San mysteriously slipped away with Tang Hao to train in secret.
For now, everyone from Shrek remained unaware of Tang San's twin martial souls,