On the training field, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
Zhu Zhuqing stood alone in the center of the field, her eyes reddened, her body trembling slightly with anger and grievance.
Opposite her stood the Shrek group in a row.
"Zhu Zhuqing, you have disappointed me greatly."
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his face as dark as water.
"The Martial Soul Fusion Skill is our greatest trump card for winning the championship. Dai Mubai has already lowered himself and taken the initiative to cooperate with you. Why are you still clinging to those personal grudges?"
"Which is more important: personal emotions or the team's honor?"
"If Shrek loses the match because of your willfulness, can you bear that responsibility?"
That barrage of accusations weighed down on Zhu Zhuqing until she could barely breathe.
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, her voice hoarse yet unyielding.
"Martial Soul Fusion requires trust and mutual understanding. I hate him! I feel sick whenever I see him! How could I possibly fuse with him?"
"This is not something that can be done just by enduring it!"
"Zhuqing, you should not put it that way."
Tang San stepped forward and advised her earnestly like an old scholar.
"Teacher has said that there are no useless Martial Spirits, only useless Spirit Masters. Everything depends on one's own effort."
"By the same logic, emotions can also be controlled. That depends on your effort as well."
"Mubai is, after all, your fiancé. For the sake of the team, you should try to accept him, even if only during battle. This is the basic quality expected of a Spirit Master."
Beside them, Dai Mubai stood with his arms crossed, wearing a helpless expression that said, "I'm doing this for everyone's sake."
When he saw Ye Liuyun,