"..."
Elder Song glared viciously at Xu Cheng.
The meat had already reached her mouth, and she had even taken a bite, only for the other side to wrench it straight out of her throat. Nothing could have felt more wretched.
But looking at the "Snow Empress" opposite her, still at full strength, and that brat Xu Cheng...
The Sun Moon Empire surely had more tricks up its sleeve.
She refused to believe this brat had come empty-handed.
Shrek Academy had already suffered several consecutive defeats. They had to do everything possible to avoid war now. If they kept losing, Shrek's morale would likely plunge to rock bottom.
The Body Sect, on the other hand, would not particularly care.
After all, it operated like a clan, with most of its younger members descended through generations of bloodlines, making it self-sufficient. Shrek Academy was different: it was an academy, and its fresh blood came primarily from the Three Kingdoms of the Original Continent. If morale continued to decline, then as Shrek's reputation crumbled, each new generation would only grow worse.
As had been said before, in the continent-wide tournament, Shrek Academy alone could not afford to lose.
Although they had ultimately lost anyway, she could not allow this vicious cycle to continue.
"Withdraw!"
After a long while, Elder Song and Xuan Zi exchanged a glance, each seeing the dejection in the other's eyes.
"Xuan Zi, giving up already?"
Du Busi stared darkly at Xu Cheng while trying to goad him.
"Is Shrek Academy so frightened of some wet-behind-the-ears brat that it's going to scurry away with its hands over its head?"
"I'd like to fight." Xuan Zi scoffed. "But word came from the Clear Sky Sect not long ago that he took the last fragment of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. He's