Shrek's morale was at an all-time high today.
In the previous match, Tang San had advanced to the quasi-Soul Emperor level and was equipped with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and spirit bones.
Even the Spirit Hall Battle Team chose to forfeit rather than face Tang San.
The Heaven Dou Royal Academy was indeed powerful, with all members above the Soul King level and at least two Soul Emperors forming their core.
However, they did not possess a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring or spirit bones.
"We may not be strong enough, but our teammate is!"
"It feels great to win effortlessly!"
Ma Hongjun and the others held their heads high, as if they could already see victory calling out to them.
They knew their own strength was lacking, there was no denying that.
If it weren't for Tang San, they would have been eliminated long ago.
But Tang San was their teammate!
"Catwoman, this time, we will settle the score from two years ago!"
Dai Mubai grinned smugly as he spoke to Xiao Feilian.
Two years ago, it wasn't just Tang San who had been a stepping stone, he himself, an almost forgotten existence, had also suffered a crushing defeat.
Simply put, he had been beaten miserably.
"I once said, 'Thirty years east, thirty years west, don't you dare bully me because I'm poor now.'"
"Now, only two years have passed, and we already have the chance to reclaim our honor. Catwoman, do you have anything to say?"
Dai Mubai was reveling in his moment of triumph, his demeanor smug and arrogant, enough to make anyone want to punch him.
"A defeated opponent is never worthy of being called my rival."
"You have no chance at victory."
Xiao Feilian spoke calmly, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Dai Mubai's weak provocation was insignificant in her eyes.
They had sacrificed a friend to obtain a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and spirit bones, yet they could still laugh so cheerfully? It was truly baffling.
"You…"
Dai Mubai pointed at Xiao Feilian, his face contorted in anger.
"If you dare point at the Holy Maiden again, I will break your fingers!"
Du Siji's eyes narrowed as he released the oppressive might of a Soul Emperor, crushing down on Dai Mubai.
Fortunately, Tang San reacted swiftly, supporting Dai Mubai while unleashing his own spirit power to counter the pressure.
Though Tang San's spirit power level was lower than Du Siji's, he possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and spirit bones, greatly enhancing his base attributes.
At full force, he could hold his ground against Du Siji.
Du Siji frowned slightly, his lips curving into a disdainful smile.
Equal footing?
Tang San was only seeing what Du Siji allowed him to see.
"If there's a next time, I will cut off your hand."
With these words, Du Siji finally withdrew his oppressive force.
To Tang San, this was merely an outburst of frustration from Du Siji.
"Not much of a threat."
Muttering under his breath, Tang San also withdrew his own pressure.
Dai Mubai's face was pale, he hadn't expected that a simple exchange of words would escalate into such hostility from the Body Sect.
Truly an unreasonable sect!
He swore that if he ever became the Emperor of Star Luo, as long as Zhong Li was dead, he would do whatever it took to annihilate the Body Sect!
That sect had no reason to exist.
"Mubai, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Thanks, Xiao San."
After a brief moment, Dai Mubai's complexion returned to normal, and he expressed his gratitude to Tang San.
"As long as you're okay."
Tang San shot another glance at Du Siji and his group, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.
These people wouldn't be arrogant for much longer!
"Xiao Wu, I will use the power you've given me to win the championship!"
"We will be the champions!"
The brief altercation between the two teams did not go unnoticed by the assembled powerhouses.
Reactions varied, but the stronger individuals could see the truth more clearly.
"Du Siji's strength, combined with the secondary awakening of his White Silver spirit, likely allows him to hold his own against a quasi-Soul Douluo."
A quasi-Soul Douluo referred to an individual who had reached level 80 but had yet to obtain their eighth spirit ring.
Only after acquiring their eighth spirit ring could they officially become a Soul Douluo.
Before that, such individuals were either called Soul Sages or quasi-Soul Douluos.
"From Du Bafang's battle against Tang Hao, the attributes of a White Silver-level second awakening don't seem to be any weaker than a true Martial Spirit Avatar."
"In terms of balanced attributes, a White Silver-level second awakening actually has an advantage."
"To reach such a level of awakening at such a young age, achieving the rank of Title Douluo in the future, or even a Golden-level second awakening, seems inevitable."
Many powerhouses had thoughts about Du Siji, but none dared to act!
Even setting Zhong Li aside, Du Bafang alone was not someone to be trifled with, after all, he was capable of going toe-to-toe with Tang Hao.
"As for Tang San, he's probably still pleased about the pressure clash just now, isn't he?"
"He's courting death. Du Bafang was able to fight Tang Hao at rank 94 versus 95."
"Does he really think he can defy the odds?"
"Without a sixth spirit ring, even with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, how could he possibly surpass Du Siji in terms of oppressive force?"
"Among his peers, he is indeed one of the strongest, but his actions are reckless and thoughtless."
Powerful figures exchanged thoughts through spiritual transmissions, leaving the scene eerily quiet, but many were secretly mocking Tang San.
He might be arrogant now, but once the match ended, they would see how long his arrogance lasted!
Time passed minute by minute, and the sun gradually rose higher in the sky.
By around ten o'clock, the doors of the Supreme Pontiff Hall finally reopened, signaling that the real finals were about to begin.
When Bibi Dong appeared on the high platform, and all the spectators, including Zhong Li and others, were in place, she wasted no time.
With a simple glance, she signaled to the referee and announcer.
"This is the finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament. This battle will determine the champion of this year's tournament!"
"Now, let us welcome the participating teams: Team Heaven Dou Imperial Academy and Team Shrek!"
With Xiao Wu gone, Shrek's lineup was precisely seven members:
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, and Jiang Zhu.
Had it not been for Liu Erlong's kindness toward Huang Yuan and the others, they wouldn't have continued to compete due to the Tai Long incident.
But Liu Erlong's debt of gratitude was too great to ignore.
For Jiang Zhu, in particular, Liu Erlong was her teacher, so she had no choice but to participate.
From the beginning, the original Shrek members and these three had never truly gotten along.
Mostly because the original members looked down on "commoner geniuses" like them.
Reaching level 35 before the age of 25 was an exceptional achievement for a commoner.
On the other hand, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, led by Xiao Feilian, took to the stage without any members opting out.
This was the finals, there was no reason to hold back.
The exhibition matches were already over, and they had three spirit bones to take home.
Losing due to carelessness was not an option.
As the Heaven Dou Royal Academy entered, the crowd erupted in cheers.
One might have mistaken it for a welcoming ovation for the Spirit Hall Battle Team instead.
However, when Team Shrek entered, the audience fell eerily silent in unison.
Shrek's members clenched their fists, nearly grinding their molars to dust in frustration.