As time passed, team after team took the stage, and the day's matches came to an end.
The spectators in the stands began leaving one after another.
The vast majority were thoroughly satisfied. To them, today's matches had been more than spectacular enough.
First, Shrek had fallen from its pedestal and suffered an upset defeat.
Then, Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy had used Soul Tools to put on an ultimate heavy-firepower spectacle that overturned everything they thought they knew.
There was no need even to consider the later matches. Those two battles alone had already made the ticket price worthwhile.
But as the saying went, some rejoiced while others grieved.
The audience had enjoyed themselves, but some people certainly had not.
For example, the upper echelons of the Star Luo Empire seated high in the stands.
At that moment, neither the emperor nor his ministers looked particularly pleased.
Shrek's defeat was not much of an issue. That academy belonged to no nation, so its victories, defeats, honors, and disgraces had nothing to do with them.
But Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy's overwhelming victory was something they very much did not want to see.
Allowing an academy from the Sun Moon Empire to strut so arrogantly on the home turf of the original three empires was practically the same as being slapped hard across the face.
The crucial point was that they could not think of any way to counter it for the time being.
Shrek, which should have been able to suppress Sun Moon, had for some reason performed abnormally poorly in this tournament and made a complete mess of things.
Meanwhile, Sun Moon had displayed terrifying Soul Tool technology.
And at lower ranks, Soul Engineers already held the advantage against soul masters.
Under such circumstances, it seemed