Chapter 155: No? Is this Heaven Dou Royal First Team sick?
The three eunuchs of Shrek's Academy, along with the pure and noble Tang God King, all cursed the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with indignant expressions.
Feng Xiaotian, who had just joined, was bewildered. What did the Heaven Dou Royal Academy do to make people and gods angry?
But seeing his idol—the God King Tang—also looking grim and cursing the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, even shouting about seeking death, Feng Xiaotian immediately started barking like a dog.
"What a crappy Heaven Dou Royal Academy! It's just a bunch of trash nurtured by relying on the empire's resources."
Feng Xiaotian stood beside Tang San, speaking righteously, as if he stood on the side of justice and had gained the Tang God King's approval.
He immediately started chattering incessantly; his mouth seemed blessed.
"If not for the empire's resources all going to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I, Feng Xiaotian, alone could suppress the entire Heaven Dou Royal Academy—let alone Boss Dai and Brother San."
After speaking, he patted his chest and saw Tang San and Dai Mubai cast admiring glances at him. He was a good dog.
"Don't worry, Brother San, Boss Dai. We, Shrek, will be irreconcilable with the Heaven Dou Royal Academy for bullying our people."
Tang San was also quite pleased. He immediately stepped forward and solemnly patted Feng Xiaotian's shoulder. "Good dog, good dog! I, God King Tang, like talents like yours. Your divine position is secure, kid."
"Good... no, Xiaotian, we are a team. How can we let you act alone? We, Shrek, share blessings and hardships!"
Tang San gave an awkward smile, almost blurted out what he was thinking, then spoke calmly.
"Brother San, our Shrek will win the championship."
Xiao Fei, on the side, grew anxious. Why was there another man trying to gain attention? She couldn't help but glare at Feng Xiaotian, then looked at his body.
She sneered, "A little dog? You also can't escape from my claws."
The entire Shrek Academy would be Xiao Fei's backyard. All of Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Feng Xiaotian—everyone—would have to submit to Xiao Fei's divine might.
Ma Hongjun, that fatty, couldn't be let off either. He still had a certain charm, even though he was fat and plump!
As for Yu Tianheng, he stayed among the Shrek Seven Devils, came to Dai Mubai's side, and said with certainty: "Brother Mubai, don't worry. With us here, we will avenge this."
Having stayed at Shrek Academy for a long time, Yu Tianheng had also been assimilated, his tone full of confidence, looking down on everything.
"Although we will probably win this time, we must win beautifully and severely strike at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's face."
Tang San spoke spiritedly, waving his hands excitedly, saliva flying everywhere.
"We don't have a Support-type Soul Master who can heal in time, so Oscar needs to prepare large recovery sausages in advance and store them. That way, when injured, we can recover immediately."
"Mubai and Tianheng both have powerful beast Martial Souls with strong physical strength. Bring a few more large recovery sausages, and be responsible for the frontal assault."
"We and Xiaotian will be responsible for interfering on both flanks, instantly crippling their support Soul Masters and throwing them off the arena."
"Xiao Fei will be responsible for cleaning up—just in case of any accidents."
Xiao Fei was too weak after all. A year had passed, and she hadn't leveled up even once. The other teammates all claimed to have improved by one rank.
This made Tang San think Xiao Fei's talent was too poor, and even after eating the Immortal Herb, her cultivation speed couldn't increase.
However, for the others, their Soul Power ranks had decreased rather than increased within a year. To avoid being discovered, they could only casually say they had improved by one rank.
Otherwise, Tang San would have exploded on the spot. Among the entire Shrek Seven Devils, only Tang San and Feng Xiaotian hadn't eaten the Immortal Herb, so their cultivation was normal.
The others had already begun regressing in cultivation. Now, they should focus on preserving their current strength rather than cultivation.
After Tang San finished speaking, he looked at the silent crowd around him, seeing several people stammering, unsure of what to say.
"What's wrong? Is this strategy not working?"
Tang San frowned, very dissatisfied with their attitude. Shouldn't they express heartfelt praise for his plan?
Why were they all so lifeless? This was a direct insult to the God King Tang. And Feng Xiaotian— that good dog—does he still want his divine position?
"Why isn't anyone speaking? If you have any ideas, just bring them up."
After waiting a while and seeing no one was willing to speak, Tang San said impatiently.
"Um, Tang San, the competition rules state that Food System Soul Masters are not allowed to prepare food in advance for the match to ensure fairness. Otherwise, if a Food System Soul Master prepares hundreds of healing foods beforehand, how is that different from cheating?"
Finally, Yu Tianheng spoke up. He saw that no one else was willing to contradict Tang San's assertion.
"What? Is there such a rule?"
Tang San's expression darkened slightly. The Spirit Hall's rule seemed deliberately aimed at his strategy.
He recalled that in his previous life, relying on his astonishing wisdom, he devised a strategy of cutting off supplies, hailed as a grand scheme for all ages.
Even after nearly ten thousand years of societal development, no one had thought of cutting off grain supplies in warfare— yet he, Tang San, thought of it as soon as he arrived.
"Then the plan remains unchanged. Oscar, your sausages will be given to Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng first when the time comes."
But no matter how angry Tang San was now, he could only helplessly accept. He couldn't fight Spirit Hall now.
However, he had already made up his mind: an evil organization like Spirit Hall should not exist in the world, and he, Tang San, would bring this evil force to justice.
"Good. With Tang San's command, I believe we will win the final championship."
At this moment, Dai Mubai had already seen that Tang San was in a bad mood, so he immediately seized the opportunity and flattered him.
In his heart, he was calculating how to obtain the Asura God position. After all, having lived a second life, he was gradually dissatisfied with his second-rank God of War position.
He believed he was no worse than Tang San.
It could be said that Dai Mubai now had the idea of replacing Tang San, but he lacked the strength to act.
One must know that Tang San was improving by more than ten ranks a year now. If they hadn't followed Tang San every day, they might have thought Tang San was an Evil Soul Master.
"En, let's go prepare. The next match is ours."
Tang San nodded affirmatively. With him, a Soul Emperor, what opponent was there to fear? Could the opponent possibly produce a Soul Saint?
Heh, dreaming.
Even he, a God King with tens of thousands of years of wisdom, was only a Soul Emperor now. Some natives of the Douluo Continent couldn't possibly be higher than him—that was simply ridiculous.
After the match in the arena ended and an hour of rest passed, the referee announced: "The next teams to battle are..."
"Shrek Team versus Heaven Dou Royal First Team!"
As soon as the voice fell, the Shrek Seven Devils, who had been full of confidence, were instantly bewildered, thinking they had hallucinated.
First Team? Shouldn't the First Team directly skip the preliminary rounds and go to Spirit Hall for the semifinals? Why were they still here?
"Damn it, are we being targeted?! There's foul play!"
Ma Hongjun immediately shouted, disbelief evident in his voice. "What about the Heaven Dou Second Team?"
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