"Now, would the competitors from both sides please enter the arena."
At Tang Yuehua's words, the Xue Beng Team and the Shrek Team stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena.
The Xue Beng Team adopted a perfectly standard formation, but every member wore the same haughty expression, like a set of cloned nobles.
Unlike Xue Beng's orderly group, Shrek casually sent seven people onto the stage in a loose formation. Tang San stood at the very front, while the others raised a banner behind him-a recruitment advertisement.
The sight left the audience, the other teams, and everyone in the VIP seats dumbfounded.
"Seriously? You think you can proclaim yourselves supreme under heaven like this? What a joke!"
"Are you screwing with me? You bastards! I bet everything I owned on Shrek because you were acting so cocky! Can you take this seriously?!"
"Your Highness, Fourth Prince, hurry up and teach these bastards who don't know how high the heavens are a lesson! It'll boost your popularity!"
The spectators seethed with outrage, feeling betrayed.
But there were probably very few people who understood just how much pressure Xue Beng was under.
Fuck, are you kidding me? You're going this hard right from the start?
Cold sweat poured off Xue Beng, and his bladder relaxed slightly. He nearly wet himself.
Naturally, he knew how powerful Tang San was. Tang San alone could probably thrash their entire team ten times over.
Xue Beng had known this match was a guaranteed loss. He had planned to put up a little resistance, then make a graceful exit.
But now, was Tang San planning to cripple them completely?
It had only been a minor clash before. Surely the man wasn't that bloodthirsty.
*No, stay calm. I have to keep acting like an arrogant, overbearing noble. Father and