"How could this happen?!"
Inside the private box, Sea-Land Academy's principal, Zhang Zhenpeng, sprang up from the sofa. His face was livid as he watched the scene unfolding on the arena.
This year's team captain, Zhang Yun, was his nephew.
Over the past few months, he had poured in who knew how much effort for the sake of this tournament's rewards, all to raise him to the rank of Soul Ancestor.
It had all been for the chance to contend with the Skysea team.
Yet unexpectedly, they had been eliminated in the third round of the team competition, before even reaching the top sixteen.
Even throughout the several centuries of the Skysea Alliance Tournament, Sea-Land Academy had never achieved such a poor result.
"Old Zhang, calm down, calm down."
Skysea Academy's principal, Long Huantian, patted Zhang Zhenpeng's arm and consoled him. "Victory and defeat are common in battle. Your Sea-Land Academy can come again next time."
"It wasn't your Skysea Academy that lost." Zhang Zhenpeng snorted irritably and sat back down on the sofa.
"But don't celebrate too soon. Your Skysea Academy isn't much stronger than our Sea-Land Academy. Pray you don't run into them later."
At those words, a trace of gravity surfaced in Long Huantian's eyes, but he soon sighed, his face full of helplessness.
"So what if we don't run into them? There's still Shrek in this tournament. We don't dare hope for the championship!"
However, as the two watched Xu Yue lead the Zero Class team off the arena on the screen, they suddenly recalled what Ling He had said after watching the footage Yu Zhen had provided two days ago.
Only now did they understand what he had meant.
Thinking of this, Long Huantian and Zhang Zhenpeng turned in unison toward the other side, looking