Half an hour later.
Inside a moderately sized resting room at the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
The wheelchair slowly stopped in the center of the room. Master sat in it, his entire body wrapped in layers of bandages, looking half-dead.
Flender and Zhao Wuji stood to his left and right, their expressions solemn.
Directly opposite them, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun stood in a line, each with a different expression.
Slowly scanning over everyone, Master's gaze finally settled on Tang San.
"Teacher, you should be resting well at the Academy after being injured. Why did you come personally?" Tang San subconsciously straightened his back, his heart tightening slightly, and he whispered.
Hearing this, Master looked at him deeply, then, after a moment of thought, said, "Little San, in this upcoming Fighting Soul Arena match, the main chance of winning lies with you, Mubai, and Zhuqing."
Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged glances, their brows furrowing almost simultaneously, a hint of confusion and incomprehension in their eyes.
"You should have all seen the Royal Fight Team's information by now, right?" Master saw their confusion and slightly raised his hand, gesturing for them not to rush.
The Shrek Seven Devils all nodded, their gazes simultaneously turning to Master.
Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Master said seriously, "Among their seven members, you only need to pay attention to two: their captain and vice-captain, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master and the Bi Lin Snake Soul Master. As long as you defeat those two, the others will naturally fall into disarray."
Hearing this, Tang San slightly narrowed his eyes and said with a solemn expression:
"Teacher, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, known as the strongest offensive existence among beast Martial Souls, is indeed worth noting. However, why should we be particularly careful of this Bi Lin Snake Soul Master?"
"The Bi Lin Snake is known as the most troublesome Martial Soul. Its most lethal power is its poison." Master's eyes darkened, and his tone was very low, making everyone's hearts tighten.
"Poison?"
Hearing this, Tang San's pupils couldn't help but contract, and he thought to himself:
"Poison? Tang Sect Disciples are best at using poison. How can I be afraid of her? If I were to lose to someone in the use of poison, then I, Tang San, would not be worthy of being a Tang Sect Disciple!"
Thinking of this, Tang San patted his chest and said seriously, "Teacher, please rest assured, leave this Bi Lin Snake Soul Master to me. I have a way to deal with him."
At this moment, he didn't know that Dugu Yan's Bi Lin Snake had already evolved into the Jade Phosphor Serpent, and the power of its snake venom was completely incomparable to that of a Bi Lin Snake.
Seeing that Tang San had already chosen an opponent, Dai Mubai also stepped forward, his voice steady and filled with Battle Intent: "Since that's the case, then leave this Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master to Zhuqing and me."
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside him, her face still cold, her eyes as clear as water, but upon hearing this, she nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Good, good! You are indeed my good students!"
Hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in Master's eyes, and he nodded slightly, his emotions a little agitated.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong stood in a corner of the team, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. She had originally wanted to remind everyone that the Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master was the real hidden danger.
But the words reached her lips, only to be swallowed back with great effort.
"Hmph, Yu Xiaogang, don't you think you're so amazing and know everything? Now it seems you're nothing special, not even recognizing the strongest healing Martial Soul, Nine Heart Begonia."
"In the upcoming team Fighting Soul Arena match, if we don't deal with this Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master, everything will be in vain in the end. But it doesn't matter, winning or losing isn't important to this Young Miss."
Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of disdain as she looked at Master. After a moment of thought, she still didn't speak to remind everyone, only complaining to herself in her heart.
"Creak—"
Just then.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a cool gust of Qi flowed into the room.
Manager Ao walked in quickly, a hint of hesitation on his face.
Seeing this, Flender's brow furrowed slightly, as if he had also sensed something, and he asked in a deep voice, "Manager Ao, is there something you need to tell us at this time?"
"There's something I need to inform you about." Manager Ao paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, and he spoke faintly.
The Shrek Academy members looked at each other, seeming a little confused.
"Sorry, everyone. I just received news that the Royal Fight Team has a total of nine members." Manager Ao slowly said, "I haven't gotten the information on the remaining two yet."
"What?" Hearing this, Flender's face suddenly darkened, and he took a step forward, his voice filled with obvious anger as he questioned, "Aren't you playing a trick on us?"
Manager Ao raised his hand and waved it, his expression still faint, saying:
"Dean Flender, don't be so agitated. I've already asked the Royal Fight Team's leader, and they said those two's Soul Power is only around level forty, so it shouldn't have much impact on the match."
"Not much impact? You say that so easily!" The fire in Flender's eyes almost spilled out, his chest heaving, clearly about to erupt in anger.
But just then, Master suddenly raised a hand, placing it in front of him.
Flender turned back, meeting Master's eyes. He gritted his teeth, forcing the words back down, and asked in confusion, "Xiao Gang, what do you mean by this?"
Master looked at Manager Ao expressionlessly, his tone steady and decisive, saying:
"We know about this. You can go ahead and arrange the next Fighting Soul Arena match. Our Shrek Team will participate on time."
Manager Ao nodded slightly, said nothing more, turned and left, his footsteps gradually fading away.
In an instant, the room fell silent.
"Flender, we're already at the point of no return. Are we going to forfeit the match now?" Master turned to Flender, his voice a little agitated.
"Do you know? I've been waiting for this day for over twenty years."
"I want to prove myself, to let those old geezers know that I, Yu Xiaogang, am not a good-for-nothing!"
"But..." Flender's brows were tightly furrowed, his chest heaving, as if he still had something to say.
Master waved his hand, directly interrupting him, a hint of wisdom and confidence flashing in his eyes, and he said seriously, "Don't worry, since I dared to accept this Fighting Soul Arena match, I naturally have a way to deal with it."
Saying that, he turned his gaze to Tang San, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said in a cold voice:
"Little San, I really didn't expect this Royal Fight Team to secretly hide their strength, only to reveal it now to disgust us. Since they are unkind, then don't blame us for being unjust."
"This time, I allow you to use your external Soul Bone, Eight Spider Lances, and your hidden weapons."
"However, I have one request for you, and that is no matter the outcome of this Fighting Soul Arena match, you must not kill that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master, nor even seriously injure him. As for everyone else, I have no requirements for you. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Tang San's brow furrowed slightly, his expression darkened, and he asked in confusion:
"Why? Teacher, didn't you often tell us that on the battlefield there are no fathers and sons, and we must go all out? If we show mercy, then it's possible that we will be the ones injured!"
A wry smile appeared on Master's face, and he said in a deep voice, "This Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master is different. You don't need to know why right now."
"After this Fighting Soul Arena match is over, I will naturally tell you the answer!"
"Alright, the Fighting Soul Arena match is about to begin. Someone help me to the viewing platform!"