Twenty-seven seconds.
That number was like a red-hot brand, searing every one of the Shrek Seven Devils across the face and burning into their bones.
The uproar from the crowd nearly lifted the roof off the Great Soul Arena. Countless gazes pierced the Shrek group like needles—some mocking, some scornful, some gloating. Not one held the awe they had expected.
"Did I hear that right? They lost in twenty-seven seconds?"
"Wasn't Shrek Academy supposed to be some kind of Monster Academy? That's it?"
"I'm dying. They're dressed like a pile of crap, and they fight like one too. Those two Soul Kings from the Imperial Dou Second Team barely even moved, and they still flattened them all."
"I thought we'd get to see a good match. But that's it? They didn't even last thirty seconds. The match at the junior Soul Master Academy next door was more entertaining."
Filthy insults poured into his ears on the wind. Dai Mubai clutched his chest, which was still oozing blood. His handsome face had turned liver-red, and his teeth ground together, yet he couldn't utter a single word in his defense.
They'd lost. There was no denying it.
And they'd lost in a way that could only be called humiliating. In front of countless spectators from across the continent, they'd been swept from the field in just twenty-seven seconds.
The White Tiger Martial Soul he'd always been so proud of couldn't even pierce Du Sifang's golden glow. A single charge from his opponent had shattered his breastbone and left him completely unable to fight.
"Useless! Every last one of you is useless!"
Back in Shrek's lounge, Tang San slammed a fist into a nearby pillar. The hard stone instantly cracked like a spiderweb. His eyes were bloodshot, and the dull ache at the