Grandmaster watched as Tang San, his last hope, was defeated. With a cold snort, he walked out of the venue.
"Xiao Gang!"
Liu Erlong looked back at the students with conflicted eyes, but still called out Grandmaster's name and followed him.
Flender's face was filled with regret. If only he had treated those girls better, then all the glory now would have belonged to Shrek Academy.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. Flender shook his head, called Zhao Wuji and Oscar over, and headed toward the ring, intending to comfort the students who had just suffered a setback.
In the highest spectator stand, Salas's eyes were filled with shock. After the shock came a deep gloom. This Royal Fight Second Team was already capable of threatening Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
As he thought this, traces of killing intent surfaced in Salas's vicious eyes. Even Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi sensed it, and both frowned.
Before Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi could say anything, Ning Bei released a thread of aura unique to a Super Douluo, enveloping Salas directly.
Salas was instantly terrified out of his wits. He had only ever felt such pressure from the Pope.
Even Ju and Gui, the two Titled Douluo, were somewhat inferior to it.
Salas mechanically turned his head toward Ning Bei, whom he had not paid any attention to before. His eyes were full of shock.
"Y-you..."
"What are you stammering for? If you don't want your life anymore, keep releasing that killing intent and see what happens."
Ning Bei did not even glance at him. His tone allowed no doubt, as though killing Salas would be as easy as crushing an ant.
"May I take this as Your Excellency provoking Spirit Hall?"
Salas stared grimly at Ning Bei's youthful