The showdown between Shrek and the Imperial Fighting Team finally drew to a close.
On the stage, the referee loudly announced the final result. Wave after wave of cheers swept through the audience, refusing to die down.
The noisy roar passed through a pane of crystal glass into the private box, softened considerably, yet it still conveyed the feverish excitement of the arena below.
The members of the Sun Never Sets Team remained gathered at the window. No one made a move to leave.
The team battle had been spectacular. Whether it was the Imperial Fighting Team's watertight offensive and defensive system and flawless coordination, or the Shrek Seven Devils' endless trump cards and bizarre, cunning tactical calculations, both had taught these youngsters a hard lesson.
Everyone was overwhelmed, unable to recover from the shock for quite some time.
The stage below was soon cleared. The teams that followed were all ordinary teams from the Suotuo Soul Fighting Arena. Their Martial Soul compositions, Soul Skill combinations, on-the-fly tactics, and teamwork were more than a tier below those of the two elite teams.
The subsequent Soul Fighting matches were unremarkable, their routines rigid and their execution crude. Watching them for long only became tedious.
The group, who had initially watched with keen interest, visibly lost their enthusiasm. One by one, they withdrew their gazes and stopped paying attention to the matches downstairs.
"These matches aren't worth watching anymore. The gap's too big. They're not even in the same league." Tie Zhan scratched his head and muttered a complaint, his face filled with boredom.
The others nodded in agreement. No one objected.
After watching gods clash, they truly couldn't muster any interest in these ordinary matches.
"Rather than waste time watching, why don't we review that last match?" Lin Chen pulled over