Xuan Zi looked at the dense sea of people around him. Though his words had been righteous and solemn, supposedly spoken out of concern for so many students, he actually felt somewhat annoyed with himself.
He had never wanted such a direct confrontation with Mingdou Academy. After all, with the powers of the whole continent watching, he still had to preserve an air of harmony.
But when he heard Du Busi speaking without restraint on the stage, declaring that they would claim the next tournament's championship, he simply could not hold his tongue. In the end, one thing had led to another, and those words had come out.
After all, in Xuan Zi's mind, the champions of the Whole Continent Youth Soul Master Tournament had to be Shrek, and could only be Shrek.
Perhaps some unforeseen circumstances had caused Shrek to miss out on the championship this time, but that was only because of the plot hatched by Xu Tianran, the former crown prince of the Sun Moon Empire. Shrek had strategically abandoned its chance of winning to thwart the conspiracy between Xu Tianran and the Holy Spirit Cult, making an enormous sacrifice.
In any case, Xu Tianran and the Holy Spirit Cult no longer existed. They could dump every black pot of blame onto their heads, and no one would be able to verify anything.
As Mu En had repeatedly warned Xuan Zi, this honor, sustained for ten thousand years, had already become Shrek's shackles. He had hoped Xuan Zi would let it go soon, lest it become an obstacle to Shrek.
But that hunger to win could not be completely changed by a few words of caution. Although Xuan Zi had nodded and promised Mu En back then, he had long since cast that promise beyond the ninth