Dogs That Bite Never Bark

"What academy is that? Heavens, did they just crawl out of a latrine? That color is way too unlucky!"

A man in a blue cloth shirt doubled over with laughter.

"I'm dying! Look at that green monster emblem on their chests. Its body is all round, but its ears look like trumpets. It's ugly, but kind of cute!"

A girl with twin buns pointed at the team, her eyes full of mockery.

"And, and, they're actually advertising on their backs?"

"Is that really an advanced Soul Master Academy? A team like that can compete in the Continental Competition?"

"What a joke. The bigger the forest, the stranger the birds!"

A young master waving a folding fan sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

"Keep your voice down. They're Soul Masters no matter what. It'll be trouble if they hear you."

"But looking at them, they're probably just here to make up the numbers."

"Look at that fat guy on the team. His uniform is stretched tight, and he's as round as a ball. He'd probably be out of breath after two steps, right?"

The butler beside him hurriedly tugged at his sleeve, though he could not help glancing over at the team as well.

It was obvious at a glance that this team was from Slime Academy.

Even Tang San, who had experienced this once before, found the bizarrely designed uniforms somewhat hard to get used to, let alone those seeing them for the first time.

All ten members of Slime Academy lowered their heads, repeating the same words over and over in their hearts.

They can't see me!

They can't see me!

But before they could fully enter the venue, the atmosphere in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena was suddenly ignited by an even more surging wave of excitement.