Chapter 92: I Would Rather Kill a Thousand People by Mistake Than Let One Go!
Two days later, at the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
In the evening office, the atmosphere was slightly heavy.
"Bang!"
The heavy wooden table was slammed, the teacup overturned, and hot tea dripped along the edge of the table.
Manager Ao's face was flushed red, veins throbbing on his forehead, as he suddenly stood up from his chair and furiously yelled at the staff member in front of him:
"Damn it! In such a large Great Spirit Arena, can't we find a Rank 40 team to defeat this Royal Fight Team?"
Upon hearing this, the staff member lowered his head, not daring to breathe loudly, the clipboard clutched in his hand soaked with cold sweat, and even his legs felt a bit weak.
Manager Ao grew angrier with each word, his finger almost poking the staff member's face, his voice filled with gnashing hatred: "Every time the Royal Fight Team has a Fighting Soul, the city's great nobles place heavy bets on them! If this continues, the Great Spirit Arena will be bled dry by them sooner or later!"
In the office, the air remained stagnant.
The staff member gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, then bravely spoke up:
"Manager, should… should we invite a Rank 50 Soul King team to fight them? That should ensure a win."
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Manager Ao spun around abruptly, his eyes wide, his voice like a whip cracking in the air: "Do you think they're idiots who would accept that?"
The staff member flinched, shrinking his neck, and muttered in a low voice: "But the problem is, among the Rank 40 Soul Sect teams, no one can beat this Royal Fight Team…"
Hearing this, Manager Ao's brows furrowed even tighter, his gaze flickering as if weighing something. After a moment, the corner of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a hint of coldness, and he said lightly:
"Rank 40 teams won't do? Then… what about a Rank 30 Soul Elder team? In that case, they should accept, right?"
"Manager, what do you mean?" The staff member was stunned, a little confused.
Manager Ao sneered, a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes, and said:
"Among the members of this Royal Fight Team, only one person's spirit power rank exceeds Rank 40. I vaguely remember, in the past few months, there's been a three-ring Soul Elder team called the Shrek Seven Devils at the Great Spirit Arena, haven't there? Haven't they also remained undefeated so far?"
...
Meanwhile, on another viewing platform at the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
Watching Tang San and the others win another Fighting Soul, Flander's eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped, clap, clap, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"Zhao Wuji, it's not easy. Thanks to these little monsters, if it weren't for them, I really wouldn't know how to earn back the money I spent a few days ago."
Zhao Wuji raised his eyelids, his tone flat, yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Not gambling is winning, Boss. You need to change that bad habit. I strongly suspect that the reason you always claim the Academy is short on funds is because you've lost it all yourself."
"How could that be? You're spouting nonsense, kid!" Flander was startled, glaring as he retorted.
As the two spoke, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others walked over from the passage.
They still carried the scent of sweat from battle, looking tired and breathing heavily.
Dai Mubai shook his damp golden hair, frowning, and complained: "Dean, why have you arranged so many Fighting Souls for us recently? It's been almost non-stop."
Flander heard this, his eyes darted, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. He pressed his palms together in the air twice, smiling: "Dai Mubai, I'm doing this for your own good. A little intensity can force out your potential. It helps improve your strength, understand?"
"How does this improve strength? You're treating us like oxen, aren't you?" Ning Rongrong crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, and retorted impolitely.
Flander's face instantly darkened, and he was about to scold her, but his peripheral vision caught sight of a staff member in a Great Spirit Arena uniform walking quickly towards them.
The person approached, bowed slightly, and spoke in a polite yet business-like tone:
"May I ask who is the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils?"
Flander stepped forward and immediately said: "I am. What is it?"
"Our Manager would like to see you," the staff member said respectfully.
Flander frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He secretly wondered if it was because of the fight Tang San and the others had outside the arena a few days ago.
However, he showed no emotion on his face, merely nodded slightly, and hummed: "Let's go."
Then he stepped forward, following the staff member away from the viewing platform.
...
A moment later, the staff member led Flander into a spacious room.
Pushing the door open, a middle-aged man stood inside. He was impeccably dressed, with an air of shrewdness and authority between his brows, none other than Manager Ao of the Great Spirit Arena.
Seeing the newcomer, Manager Ao quickly came forward, a professional smile on his face, and said: "Dean Flander, hello."
"What do you want with me?" Flander glanced at him, asking indifferently.
Manager Ao waved his hand, speaking in a rather casual tone:
"Don't be nervous, it's not about your Academy's students fighting a few days ago."
Flander was slightly startled, raising an eyebrow, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Then what is it?"
Manager Ao narrowed his eyes, as if confirming his words, then said: "I remember the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils wasn't Yu Xiaogang, was it?"
"You mean Xiaogang," Flander pouted, his tone somewhat casual: "He got a bit injured a few days ago and still can't get out of bed. I'm temporarily taking over as leader."
"Oh!!!" Manager Ao drew out his words, nodded, then got straight to the point, saying decisively:
"Then I'll be direct. Tomorrow night, I hope the Shrek Seven Devils can represent the Great Spirit Arena and participate in a Fighting Soul."
Upon hearing this, Flander's brows immediately furrowed, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"Represent the Great Spirit Arena in a Fighting Soul? What do you mean by that?"
Manager Ao sighed, and said solemnly:
"Then I'll be frank. Two days ago, a Spirit Master team arrived in the city, called the Royal Fight Team. They seem to be Spirit Masters hired by several great nobles of Soto City. For two consecutive days, those great nobles placed heavy bets on them, and they won the Fighting Soul without suspense, causing huge losses to the Great Spirit Arena."
"Apart from one member who is a four-ring Soul Sect, all other members of this team are three-ring Soul Elders, yet our teams here above Rank 40 still can't beat them."
"I cannot break the rules by inviting a Rank 50 Soul King team to fight them. But if this continues, the Great Spirit Arena cannot bear the continuous losses. Perhaps because they tasted success, those nobles increased their bets again today. If we lose again, I'm afraid…"
"You mean… you want the Shrek Seven Devils to deal with that Royal Fight Team?" Flander narrowed his eyes slightly, questioning: "But no one in our team has spirit power reaching Rank 40? This… I'm afraid it doesn't comply with the rules of the Great Spirit Arena, does it?"
Manager Ao waved his hand, his expression calm, even with a hint of certainty, and said:
"Dean Flander, rules are dead, people are living."
"Moreover, this is the Soto Great Spirit Arena, and my rules are the rules. I haven't invited a team of a higher rank than the Royal Fight Team to deal with them, so it doesn't count as breaking the rules at all! Plus, with the Shrek Seven Devils' record over the past few months, I think they can absolutely defeat the Royal Fight Team."
"As long as the Shrek Seven Devils are willing, I can arrange this!"
Upon hearing this, Flander's brows furrowed even tighter, his face full of difficulty. He spread his hands, and said in a serious tone:
"This probably won't work, will it? After all, there's a four-ring Soul Sect in the opposing team. I, Flander, am a man with principles, how, how can I let my students take such a risk?"
Hearing this, Manager Ao didn't say much, but smiled slightly and slowly reached into his embrace.
A moment later, he took out a golden, shimmering card from his embrace.
"There are fifty thousand gold Soul Coins in here."
"If you agree, regardless of win or loss, the gold Soul Coins in this card will be yours."
...
Spirit City, inside the Pope's Palace.
The dim lights and magnificent palace appeared exceptionally solemn.
Bibi Dong sat on the high main seat, her gaze as cold as a blade, gently twirling a purple scepter inlaid with crystals in her hand.
Below, Gui Mei bowed slightly, as if reporting something.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong, who had been half-leaning on her seat, straightened up abruptly. Her long black hair slightly lifted with the movement, a hint of killing intent flashed in her eyes, and her entire aura suddenly became sharp.
"Shrek Academy?"
"Have you investigated thoroughly?"
Gui Mei looked up, his gaze respectful and certain: "Reporting to Your Holiness, it is absolutely true."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her scepter gently tapping the ground, emitting a dull metallic sound. Immediately after, the corner of her mouth curved into a sinister arc, and she sneered:
"Good."
"Since that's the case, whether this child is Tang Hao's son or not, I will first bring him back to Spirit Hall."
"This Seat would rather kill a thousand innocents than let one guilty person go."
At this point, her gaze was as sharp as a venomous snake hunting, and her voice suddenly turned cold.
Then, Bibi Dong turned to look at Gui Mei and Yue Guan below the dais, raised her right hand, and gently waved: "Gui Mei, Yue Guan, immediately take people with me to Soto City."
"As you command!"
Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo both clasped their fists, their voices echoing in the empty hall.
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