Bing Jiu's First Battle Against Shrek Academy! A Fight That Lasted Seconds?

On the final day of the preliminaries, every team was giving their best, and the battles grew increasingly brutal. Injuries had even become a common sight.

Nearly everyone had sweated and fought with all they had, all for the few remaining qualification spots.

Soon, the matches ended, and the few available slots had been claimed. Naturally, some rejoiced while others despaired.

"Damn it! Our academy had worked for nearly ten years for this competition, all for this one chance, yet we couldn't even make it through the preliminaries. How am I supposed to face my teacher now?"

A student with a Spirit Hall token hanging from his waist frowned. "Same here. But Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team Two, which had become rather famous lately, didn't even participate in the revival round. Did they give up?"

"Those trash wouldn't even last five minutes against Blazing Fire! Trash is trash!"

Prompted by a few deliberately provocative students, many people began discussing Tang San's team.

Judging by their pathetic performance, though, no one praised them for being strong. Most merely talked about what trash they were.

Yet just as the discussion became more heated, the entrance gates opened. Tang San led the six members of Shrek Academy, including Ning Rongrong, into the arena, wearing exaggerated outer robes that they apparently thought looked cool.

Everyone's attention turned toward them, and the moment they saw them, waves of disgusted noise erupted.

"Eww—how disgusting. What are those guys even wearing?"

Upon closer inspection, a line of text was prominently printed across the strange grass-green coats worn by Tang San and the others.

"Shrek Academy is the fucking best. If you don't accept it, come fight us."

"Hello, everyone."

With the air of someone immensely powerful, Tang San smiled and greeted the crowd in the stands.

Being arrogant was fine, but everyone present knew that Tang San had no grounds for arrogance now.

He had only fought one match, and he had been utterly crushed and defeated. What a disgrace. Where did he get the nerve to write something like that?

Shameless...

The various teams in the stands treated them as clowns, showering them with boos. In perfect unspoken agreement, they all turned away without even sparing Tang San a glance.

Huo Wushuang joked, "My, my, why is it so cold today? Oh, right—it's because someone's telling a bad joke. Hahaha!"

The stands immediately burst into laughter.

Xiao Wu and the others all lowered their heads, feeling utterly humiliated as well.

Tang San's expression darkened frighteningly, yet he continued to stare at the people above, a cold smile curling across his lips.

Today, you look down on me, but one day I'll make you unreachable! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Once I become strong, let's see if you still dare to look down on me like this!

Bing Jiu soon entered as well, accompanied by Dugu Yan.

"Ha—"

Stretching lazily, Bing Jiu rubbed her eyes with her fingertips, looking as though she had not yet woken up.

"So sleepy."

Her lazy yet slightly adorable appearance drew wave after wave of cheers from the stands, creating a stark contrast with the cold reception Tang San and the others had received.

The referee quickly announced, "Saintess's second match, begin!"

Tang San's lips curled slightly. "Saintess, Tang San apologizes for the offense!"

"Blue Silver Grass, Entangle!"

Blue Silver Grass shot across the ground toward Bing Jiu, while Dai Mubai and the others assumed their stances, ready for battle.

But just as the Blue Silver Grass was about to strike Bing Jiu, her body suddenly tipped backward.

"Oh dear—"

"Saintess!"

Dugu Yan cried out and cooperatively caught her from behind, holding her with concern. "Saintess, what's wrong?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Bing Jiu lightly coughed a few times, pretending to be injured. "I'm hurt. This young man is too strong—I can't beat him. Let's go back and sleep."

"Alright, Saintess."

Dugu Yan immediately scooped Bing Jiu into her arms, shot Tang San a provocative glance, and quickly left the Great Spirit Arena.

The entire process had not even taken three minutes...

Tang San and the others stared at one another in bewilderment.

Ning Rongrong had wanted to signal Bing Jiu to go easy on them, but seeing this, she was just as confused.

"Th-That counts as a win?"

No one knew who said it, but in an instant, the fury of every team in the stands was completely ignited.

Huo Wushuang clenched his fists. "Damn it! What the hell is wrong with those bastards from Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team Two?! How can they get the qualification to go to Spirit City so easily?! Isn't this nothing but a joke?!"

Shui Binger frowned slightly. "This kind of behavior is no different from that of useless thieves! And they call themselves men? Even weak girls like us have more fighting spirit than they do!"

"The Saintess... no, someone as beautiful and powerful as the Saintess wouldn't care about something like this. Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team Two must have forced her! Damn royal family! Get off the stage!"

"You don't deserve to be Spirit Masters!"

For a moment, curses and mockery swept toward Shrek Academy like an overwhelming tide, nearly drowning them!

"Get off the stage!"

An iron bottle struck Xiao Wu squarely on the head.

A huge bump immediately rose on Xiao Wu's head. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she clung to Tang San, bawling loudly.

"Waaah! Brother, look—they're bullying me!"

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San turned to glare at Huo Wushuang and the others in the stands, his eyes filled with ferocity.

"You lot already have a death—"

Before he could finish, with a smack, another can landed precisely on his head.

Tang San staggered from the blow, seeing stars at once. It enraged him so much that he began furiously cursing at the crowd above, but how could the seven of them possibly silence so many mouths?

The spray of spittle nearly drowned them, and in the end, they could only leave helplessly.

By the time they returned to their quarters, half an hour had already passed.

Everyone was bedraggled, and nearly each of them had been pelted with bottles and cans. Tang San had it the worst—just as he was about to head out, someone threw a huge pile of black, murky stuff at him.

He had washed his hair until his scalp was practically peeling...

Flender entered with a grim expression, completely ignoring the Seven Monsters' injuries. He grabbed a stack of insulting notes that had been pasted to their door and slammed them onto the table.

"Tell me, what are we supposed to do now?!"

As soon as he spoke, Tang San and the others remained silent.

Seeing them act so pathetically, Flender nearly failed to catch his breath and fainted on the spot.

"Everyone outside is saying we're pushovers, trash! That we only won because the Heaven Dou Royal Family gave us face and forced the Saintess to hand us the victory! Yu Xiaogang!"

Flender roared at Yu Xiaogang, who was still busy working on his theories.

"I told you that so-called Saintess was unreliable! After what she did today, wasn't she practically tossing us into a fire pit to roast? Are you going to do anything about it or not?!"

"What are you so anxious about?"

Yu Xiaogang unhurriedly put away his pen. "There are still a few flaws in my theory. The Saintess told me to revise it quickly. You're the headmaster—why do you always need me to help?"

"You..."

Flender trembled with anger. "Did you see what happened today?"

"I did."

"Then what do you think? Can we really trust this so-called Saintess?"

"Of course we can," Yu Xiaogang said, nodding proudly.

"Flender, trust me. The Saintess must have had her own reasons for doing this."

"Reasons my ass! Even the Heaven Dou Royal Family's reputation has been dragged through the mud! The Crown Prince is probably going to curse us to death. How are we supposed to restore Shrek Academy's standing like this?!"

"At the time..."

Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment and arrived at a brilliant answer.

"Perhaps the Saintess was truly sleepy and simply wanted to take a nap on the spur of the moment."

"Xiao San, you too. Why did you go wake the Saintess so early? If she didn't get enough sleep, then naturally she wouldn't have had the strength. Naturally, she wouldn't compete with you."

"That must have been it."

Tang San nodded in agreement and smiled at Flender.

"Headmaster, honestly, why are you making such a fuss over something so minor? The things they threw didn't even hit you. What are you panicking for? Are you getting senile in your old age?"

"You little—"

Flender's vision went dark, and he fainted from anger on the spot...

He finally understood. Relying on this bunch to help him revitalize the academy was less realistic than believing a sow could climb a tree!

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