"No, we can't withdraw!"
Yu Dashi was still considering whether to withdraw, but Tang Xuanwei, who knew the inside story of this Soul Master Tournament, immediately shouted.
"Xiao Wei, I know you don't want to give up, but we only have four people who can fight right now. You wouldn't want to see your Third Brother force himself to compete, damage his foundations, and regret it for the rest of his life, would you?" Flender urged Tang Xuanwei.
You wouldn't want to see...
For some inexplicable reason, Tang Xuanwei felt she had heard that phrase somewhere before.
Madam, you wouldn't want to see your husband lose this respectable job, would you?
Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to find out about this, would you?
Madam, you wouldn't want your daughter to see this videotape, would you?
Tang Xuanwei shook her head hard, throwing those thoughts out of her mind.
"I have a way! Even if Third Brother and the others don't fight, we can still make the finals!"
Tang Xuanwei spoke with complete confidence.
"Xiao Wei, hurry up and tell us, then. Don't keep us in suspense."
The moment he heard that Tang Xuanwei had a solution, Yu Dashi's eyes lit up.
Yu Dashi had already made some headway in researching the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill. His confidence was soaring, as though the sight of them trampling all the other academies underfoot and seizing the championship was already before his eyes.
"Our Shrek Academy has only lost one match so far, and because of his injuries, Third Brother won't be able to fight for the next five or six days."
"That would effectively give us six or seven losses, making it practically impossible to get through the preliminaries."
Imitating Yu Dashi, Tang Xuanwei clasped her hands behind her back and paced