For a moment, Wang Yan could not help but wonder whether the hard-won opportunity to lead the team had been the right choice or a mistake.
If they succeeded, he would become a championship coach.
But Shrek had plenty of championship coaches like that.
If they failed, he would become a sinner, with the blame for destroying ten thousand years of honor placed squarely on his head.
Even if the responsibility did not lie with him, he would undoubtedly be the one made to take the fall.
Looking at it this way, the rewards and risks of this job did not seem particularly balanced.
Before this, Wang Yan had seen only the overwhelming strength of the Shrek Seven Devils. That strength had been enough for him to completely overlook the risks.
But now, among the Seven Devils, some were dead and others injured, while the reserve team were fearless calves who refused to follow orders.
The risk he had once ignored had become something he urgently needed to confront.
Yet Wang Yan could not think of a solution.
He was like an abandoned general, facing dozens of teams eyeing the championship title. He had no troops left to command, and reinforcements were still nowhere in sight.
He had been placed atop a high platform, with no way out in sight.
Meanwhile, on the floor occupied by the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy.
Laughter and cheerful voices continuously spilled from the rooms.
First of all, after what had happened today, the already severely weakened Shrek had suffered another crushing blow.
That meant they were one step closer to the championship.
Second, they had fought a remarkably beautiful match and established the reputation of Soul Tools.
As a result, the team members and teachers were all in exceptionally good spirits.