Xiling was speechless. Wasn't he just here to issue a challenge? How had that become an insult to Shrek's honor?
Besides, wasn't this exactly what Shrek's final exams were like? Why could they do it, but no one else could?
Seeing that a Shrek student had accepted the challenge, the gathered onlookers instantly erupted.
"It's happening! A genius from Shrek Academy is making a move!"
"Now this will be good! Three four-ring Soul Ancestors and one five-ring Soul King against a kid barely over ten whose Soul Power level is unknown!"
Seeing this, the two guards at the entrance stopped trying to drive him away.
Their expressions remained stern as they silently stepped aside, tacitly allowing the spar.
Shrek's rules stated that if outsiders came to challenge them in a legitimate spar, then as long as they did not deliberately harm anyone or cause trouble, the academy would accept it openly.
Today, Xiling had taken the initiative to set up a ring and provoke them. Then they would settle it with strength. If he won, he had the right to be arrogant. If he lost, he would only be humiliating himself!
Naturally, they did not believe Shrek's students could lose.
The four Shrek students exchanged glances. The black-haired young man in the lead, a five-ring Soul King, raised a hand to stop the other three. He spoke arrogantly, his tone brimming with confidence.
"You three don't need to move."
"Our opponent is just a snot-nosed little brat."
"If all four of us attack together, even winning would bring us no glory. People would only say that Shrek bullies the weak and gangs up on the few."
He stepped forward, looking down at Xiling with complete superiority.
"We won't bully you either. Make your move, kid. I'll give you three moves."