Tang San's Revenge?!

As these words were spoken, a commotion instantly erupted within the conference room.

Dai Mubai crossed his arms over his chest, his brows shooting up sharply.

"Change the captain? What about Xie Yue?"

According to the intelligence they had gathered, Xie Yue had always been the absolute core of the Martial Soul Hall Team.

Replacing a commander on the eve of battle was a major taboo in military strategy.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and slammed the sheet of paper in his hand heavily onto the table.

"He was replaced."

"Three days ago, at the Martial Arts Arena inside Martial Soul Hall."

"One person challenged the entire Martial Soul Hall team alone."

Yu Xiaogang's voice sounded somewhat parched due to extreme shock.

"And, he won completely."

Dead silence.

The conference room fell into a long, heavy stillness.

They were all very clear about the strength of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall.

An entire team of Spirit Kings or higher, actually defeated by a single person?

Ma Hongjun, his face full of curiosity, was the first to lean over the table to look at the paper.

The next second, the fat man's pupils contracted to the extreme.

The paper bore the name of the new captain, accompanied by a highly realistic portrait.

The youth in the painting had a calm expression, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an indescribable sense of composure.

"It's him!"

Ma Hongjun sucked in a sharp breath, his chubby body trembling uncontrollably.

Tang San, sitting nearby, keenly sensed Ma Hongjun's abnormality.

He turned his head to look at the fat man and asked in a low voice.

"You know him?"

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth, his fists clenching until they cracked, a ball of fury igniting in the depths of his eyes.

He pointed a trembling, stubby finger at the portrait on the paper.

"Third Brother, it's him!"

"That little bastard who beat me and Master into serious injuries on the streets of Heaven Dou City and humiliated our Shrek Academy in public!"

"It's this guy named Gu Sheng!"

Ma Hongjun was emotionally agitated; the humiliation and pain of that day surged back into his heart.

Hearing this, Tang San immediately turned to look at Yu Xiaogang to verify the truth.

Yu Xiaogang's face was livid as he nodded heavily.

"Hongjun is right."

"It is indeed the youth we encountered on the street that day."

"I never expected that he would join the Martial Soul Hall Team and even become their captain."

"Martial Soul Hall has changed the finals format to two teams, with a single team match to decide the winner. If we want to win the championship, we must face them."

Tang San's gaze fell back onto the portrait.

He stared quietly at the face of the youth in the painting, his eyes narrowing slightly as a dangerous purple light flashed in their depths.

"He hit Fatty."

"He hit Teacher."

Tang San slowly stood up.

His voice was very calm, showing no great ripples, but those who knew him well understood that this was a sign he was truly enraged.

"In tomorrow's finals, I will pay him back with interest."

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai slammed the table and stood up.

Wild fighting intent flickered in his eyes.

"Count me in!"

"Daring to bully our Shrek Academy—regardless of whether he is a god or a ghost, we'll beat him up first tomorrow!"

Zhu Zhuqing sat in the corner, her cold, aloof face devoid of any extra expression.

She simply nodded silently to show her support.

Xiao Wu stood beside Tang San, her hands clenched into pink fists, waving them indignantly.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance.

The two did not hesitate, nodding solemnly in unison to accept.

Looking at their companions, all united against a common enemy.

Ma Hongjun sniffled, his eye sockets instantly turning red.

The grievances he had bottled up inside all these days were released in this moment.

"Third Brother..."

Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San, his voice thick with deep gratitude.

Tang San reached out, patted the fatty's shoulder firmly, and comforted him.

"We're our own people; you can't suffer grievances for nothing."

"Get some good rest. Tomorrow, we take the championship!"

At the same time.

In a luxurious room on the top floor of the Martial Soul Hall residence.

Qian Renxue stood quietly before the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

The cold moonlight spilled onto her exquisite face, casting a sacred halo over her.

Her gaze pierced through the night, looking toward the magnificent finals arena in the distance.

The room was filled with the faint fragrance of tea.

Gu Sheng leaned casually against a large velvet chair.

He held a delicate white porcelain teacup in one hand, sipping the fragrant brew unhurriedly.

The atmosphere was tranquil and leisurely.

"Shrek's record is dazzling."

Qian Renxue turned around, her previously relaxed brows slightly furrowed, breaking the silence in the room.

"The strength and resilience they have shown along this journey far exceed that of the other academies."

Gu Sheng took a light sip of tea.

He set the cup down and remained silent, listening quietly.

Qian Renxue strode forward on her long, slender legs, stopping in front of Gu Sheng.

Beneath her magnificent gown, her figure was a perfection that left the world in awe.

"You must be careful."

Qian Renxue looked at Gu Sheng, her tone carrying a hint of concern that was difficult to detect.

Gu Sheng placed the teacup back onto the table.

He slowly raised his head, meeting Qian Renxue's beautiful golden eyes.

"Are you worried about me?"

Gu Sheng's voice was steady, carrying a touch of laziness.

Having her thoughts laid bare, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly.

She glared at Gu Sheng, trying to maintain the dignity of her position as Young Master.

"I'm being serious!"

"That group of people with Tang San are full of tricks, and their methods are endless. Don't underestimate the enemy just because of your previous victories."

Hearing this, Gu Sheng rose from his chair in a slow, measured manner.

He walked step by step, slowly approaching Qian Renxue.

The distance between the two was instantly closed.

Gu Sheng raised his hand and naturally pinched Qian Renxue's smooth, fair chin.

As their skin touched, a cool, delicate sensation traveled through him.

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.

"When have you ever seen me lose?"

Gu Sheng looked into her eyes, his deep pupils devoid of any ripples, holding only absolute confidence.

Qian Renxue's face burned, and she forced herself to remain calm as she raised her hand to swat away Gu Sheng's fingers.

"Shrek is different."

She insisted on her point with a hint of stubbornness.

"How are they different?"

Gu Sheng smiled, unbothered, and took another step forward.

Qian Renxue instinctively retreated.

Until her spine pressed against the cold wall, leaving her nowhere left to go.

At this moment, she was completely enveloped by the aura of Gu Sheng.

Those beautiful long legs, enough to drive any man to madness, were pressed tightly together, and her heaving chest quickened its rhythm due to her nervousness.

An ambiguous atmosphere spread rapidly between the two.

Gu Sheng leaned down slightly.

He brought his face close to Qian Renxue's ear, to the point where they could almost feel each other's warm breath.

Gu Sheng's voice was very soft, yet it carried a penetrating power that struck straight at the soul.

"Who do you think will win?"

Qian Renxue's breathing lost its rhythm.

Looking at the handsome face just inches away and feeling the powerful sense of oppression radiating from him, she found herself unable to utter a single word of rebuttal for a moment.

Watching this rare, girlish demeanor from Qian Renxue.

Gu Sheng chuckled with satisfaction.

He pulled back and straightened his black robes.

"Set your heart at ease."

Gu Sheng turned around, pushed open the door, and strode out of the room.

Qian Renxue leaned against the wall, watching that figure gradually recede into the distance.

She let out a long breath, her heartbeat still abnormally fast.