"You're speaking to us so loudly because you want to put us in our place, aren't you? You want us to do what you say!"
Tang San glared at Wesley Hurt, seeming intent on glaring him to death with his Purple Demon Eye. But Wesley Hurt's will was no joke, and his spiritual power was just as formidable.
"Exactly. You think you're so impressive, but to me, you're nothing but trash!" Dai Mubai scoffed from the side.
Wesley Hurt and the others didn't matter to them in the slightest. That was the pride of gods!
"From the sound of it, you're pretty brave!" one of them said with a cold laugh.
"Are you kidding? I'm super brave!" Dai Mubai shot back.
"Before Shrek, all other Spirit Masters are trash!"
The man came up to Dai Mubai and reached out to touch him.
His expression didn't change. "Not bad. You're pretty well-built."
Dai Mubai flushed with anger at the touch. "What are you doing? Do you want to die? Do you know who we are?"
Wesley Hurt stepped back and said, "I don't care who you are or where you come from, whether you're commoners or nobles. But here, you follow our rules."
"Rules? I think you mean your rules!" Xiao Wu protested. How dare they bully them?
"Why don't you fight me, then!"
"Xiao Wu's right. How about we make a bet?"
Tang San smiled wickedly. "You just want us to obey you, don't you? If we win, you can't interfere with us for the rest of our time at the academy."
Wesley Hurt continued to glare at him. "How did you come up with such a stupid, childish question? Who taught you to talk like that at your age?"
The Shrek crew seethed with anger, barely managing to hold