No, she might even start to wonder whether this shabby academy, which could not even afford to rent a proper plot of land, had truly produced so many formidable senior Soul Masters as Flender boasted, given how miserly he was.
Thankfully, she did not know.
Flender adjusted his glasses and walked back to the VIP viewing area in high spirits.
The central main spirit arena.
It was brilliantly lit.
The Shrek Seven Monsters stepped onto the spirit arena from one entrance, the seven of them standing in a straight line.
Across from them, the Fierce God Team entered at the same time.
The seven men were all tall and powerfully built, around thirty years old. They wore no uniform, and each bore old scars of varying depth—some running across their cheeks, others stretching from their necks to their chests—as though they were something to flaunt.
Their captain, Meng Li, walked at the front. The aura of the Ferocious Giant Bear Martial Soul leaked from his body, and every step he took made the spirit arena beneath his feet tremble slightly.
The other six followed closely behind him. Their Martial Souls were the Ironspine Wolf, Bloodfang Leopard, Steelhorn Rhino, Blazing Tiger, Bonecrushing Bull, and Bloodthirsty Scorpion.
Every one of them was a beast Martial Soul Power Attack System Soul Master.
The bloodthirsty aura surrounding the seven was no act.
It was a scent acquired from countless spirit battles, stained with their opponents' blood, soaked deep into them, and ultimately fused into their bones.
Once the Fierce God Team came to a stop, Meng Li swept his gaze over the seven masked youths opposite him and curled his lips into a grin.
"Little brats." His voice was like sandpaper scraping iron. "Who sent you here to die?"
Behind him, the Ironspine Wolf