Ye Xingchen's face remained utterly expressionless as he watched the Elephant Armored Sect's leader use his Soul Bone.
With a casual wave, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords appeared in his hands. He glanced at the Elephant Armored Sect members and said lightly:
"I'll give you one last moment to think. There's still time to surrender. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you when I shave your heads bald!"
Everyone froze at his words.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others, in particular, covered their mouths and laughed.
"Brother Ye, give it your all! Shave these guys bald for me. Look how arrogant they are-there must be something seriously wrong with them!"
"Go for it! Beat them right here! You're the best! Wipe them out! Our Shrek Academy is the strongest!"
"Brother Ye, give it your all! You're the best! Beat these conceited guys and show them what we're made of!"
Backstage, Flender, Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and the others could not help looking a little helpless at the children's cheers.
Only Flender stood to the side beaming. He took Erlong's hand and said:
"Do you see that? Ye Xingchen is about to win again! Once he wins this match, I'll get plenty more advertising sponsorships. Great heaps of gold coins will come pouring our way!"
"I can already picture myself throwing gold around like dirt, lavishly spending a thousand gold at a stroke! This is so exciting!"
Zhao Wuji: "..."
Liu Erlong: "...!"
Meanwhile, up on the raised platform,
The Elephant Armored Sect's Sect Master's lips curled upward when he saw his grandson use his Soul Bone.
He turned to look at Martial Soul Hall Platinum Bishop Salas and said smugly:
"My grandson's talent is quite decent. He already has his own Soul Bone at such a young age.