Shrek's Trump Card

"Members of the Shrek Team, we meet again."

Rui Wen crossed her arms over her chest, a faint smile on her face as she casually addressed the Shrek Seven Devils opposite her.

Yet in the eyes of the Shrek Seven Devils, that smile seemed like mockery and contempt, stinging them deeply.

Every one of their expressions instantly darkened.

Tang San in particular had the gloom and anger in his eyes visibly deepen. He immediately snorted and retorted without courtesy:

"Hmph— What is there to say? Isn't this exactly the situation you wanted?"

"Your Martial Soul Hall Second Team clearly had the strength to compete with another team for qualification in the individual matches, yet you chose to imitate our Shrek Seven Devils Team by forfeiting and admitting defeat, voluntarily dropping into this Loser's Bracket team match."

"Didn't you do this because you think the Shrek Seven Devils are easy to bully, joining forces with another team to target us?"

"Heh, do you think we can't see through it?"

Faced with Tang San's undisguised sarcasm and questioning, Rui Wen remained unmoved. She merely smiled calmly.

"Oh my, so you knew? Then why don't you hurry up and forfeit? After all, that's your right. It'll save us the trouble of personally sending you off."

"Don't you agree, Tang San?"

"You..." Hearing her use Grandmaster's words to ridicule him and the Shrek Seven Devils, Tang San was instantly enraged. Yet for a moment, he could not find anything to refute her with and could only sneer coldly.

"If that's all this is about, then you've already taken the low road and lost all sense of fairness."

"We won't give you any chance in this match."

Rui Wen neither confirmed nor denied it. Her expression remained calm, and a faint smile still rested on