His gaze quickly locked onto one of the teams.
Shrek Academy.
Seven people, dressed in identical dark green team uniforms, with Shrek Academy's Monster Emblem embroidered over their chests.
Although the uniforms were unbearably tacky, the aura radiating from the seven was far denser than that of any other team around them.
Dai Mubai stood at the front with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over everyone with disdain.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing stood behind him, one lively and agile, the other cold and alluring.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar huddled together, whispering about something.
Ning Rongrong stood with her arms folded, though she kept sneaking glances at the surrounding teams.
As for Tang San, he stood in the center of the seven, calmly surveying the entire arena.
Lan Aotian looked at him, his eyes growing slightly more focused.
That connection at the level of their bloodlines remained clearly discernible, even across several hundred meters.
He could sense that the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline within Tang San was still dormant deep within his martial soul.
The bloodline was extremely pure, after all, it came directly from Ah Yin, the One Hundred Thousand Years Blue Silver Emperor.
Unfortunately, it could only ever reach Quasi-Emperor Rank.
Tang San seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head, looking toward the VIP seats.
But the distance was too great, and the sunlight too glaring. He could not make out who was seated in that isolated section.
He frowned slightly, but quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Xiao San, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu's voice sounded beside him.
Tang San shook his head. "Nothing. It might have just been an illusion."
Xiao Wu followed his gaze and glanced over, but saw nothing, so she did not question him further.
Just then, a deep horn sounded.
The uproar