No one cheered their victories. No one was impressed by their plays. Whenever Shrek's team appeared, they were always greeted by a tidal wave of boos and merciless jeers.
There was no other reason.
Every match they won was simply too ugly. Against Plant Academy, Tang San had predicted the other team's control traps in advance, allowing Zhu Zhuyun to sneak around behind them and knock out their Support-type Spirit Master. Only then did they barely win, prompting the entire crowd to shout, "A dishonorable victory! All they do is use dirty tricks!"
Against Beast Academy, the captain, Brother Chen, had nearly crippled Dai Mubai with a single axe blow. In the end, they'd only scraped out a narrow victory by using Oscar's Imitation Sausage to copy Yu Tianheng's Martial Soul. All they got from the stands was a chorus of boos and cries of, "You got lucky!"
Against Jielaiwu Academy, the flames produced by the fusion of one brother and sister had nearly burned right through the arena. Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix had not the slightest suppressive effect against them. In the end, it was only through Tang San's remote commands and a trap laid beneath the arena by Cangen, a substitute control-type Spirit Master, that they dragged the fire-wielding siblings underground and barely took the victory.
When the match ended, the crowd erupted. "Shameless! Using dirty tricks in an arena match? Only Shrek could pull off something like that!"
"So what if you won? Those tactics are filthy. You bring shame on Spirit Masters!" "I get it now. Shrek Academy only knows how to use cheap tricks that wouldn't pass muster. If they had to fight head-on, they couldn't even beat a second-rate academy!"
"Exactly! They got flattened by Imperial Dou Second Team in twenty-seven seconds and