Whether commoners in simple clothes or nobles in luxurious carriages, all were fervently gathered here, blocking the surrounding roads completely.
The air was filled with a hot wave of excitement, anticipation, and restlessness.
Various discussions, hawking, and shouts intertwined, deafening.
If not for the large numbers of Tiandou Royal Family soldiers, dressed in bright silver armor, holding long spears, and disciplined, forming human walls at key positions and striving to maintain order, this fervent crowd would probably have long since lost control, turning the place into a chaotic vortex.
In this boiling sea, one team stood out particularly.
They did not struggle through the crowd like other academies.
Leading them was a tall, slender old man in a dark green robe with sinister eyes. He merely cast a faint glance forward, and that invisible Titled Douluo pressure caused the crowded masses ahead to instinctively part, as if by an unseen hand, making way for a path.
Following behind him was the Tianxing Academy's competition team.
Everyone was uniformly dressed in sleek, form-fitting blue attire of superior quality, shimmering with a faint blue-gold luster in the sunlight. Most striking was the emblem on their left chest—the Tianxing Academy's crest, cleverly composed of three Martial Soul.
A tenacious Blue Silver Grass, a coiling Jade Phosphorous Serpent, and a swan poised for flight. This unique mixed totem symbolized the academy's three esteemed founders.
Led by Dugu Bo, the Tianxing Academy team moved unhindered.
Under gazes of envy, awe, or curiosity, they entered the magnificent interior of the Great Spirit Arena with composure and prominence.
As the Tianxing Academy team stepped into the Great Spirit Arena's grand internal passage.
Before they could even fully take in the magnificent sight of the arena, several extremely harsh and malicious jeers sharply pierced their ears.
"Pfft, look over there! What kind of bizarre outfits are those from that academy?"
A young man in a lavish school uniform clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he doubled over, his finger impolitely pointing to the other side of the passage.
"Oh my god, shit-green clothes?! Was this color dyed from a latrine? It absolutely stinks! Hahaha!"
His companion immediately chimed in, his voice very loud, as if afraid the people around wouldn't hear.
Another person pointed at the conspicuous 'GG' emblem on the Shrek members' chests, his face full of disdain: "Tsk tsk, look, 'GG' is even embroidered on their clothes! Are they so poor they can't even afford food, coming out to sell themselves and play 'GG'? So poor, yet they still come to participate in a Soul Master tournament? They might as well go beg on the streets!"
Some even directed malicious words at Ma Hongjun.
"Look at that Fatty, as fat as a ball, the ground must be shaking when he walks, right? Can he even compete? I think they're just here to make up the numbers, a laughingstock going through the motions!"
If there was a crack in the ground right now, the Shrek Academy members would have immediately wanted to crawl into it.
Their gazes cut through the noisy crowd, and Tang Chuan and Dugu Bo immediately saw Tang San's figure. Their brows furrowed simultaneously, then they exchanged glances and said in unison:
"Tang San! He's back?"
"Let's go, let's go check it out!"
Following that, the two stepped towards where the Shrek members were.
Tang San and the others were currently feeling humiliated by the scornful glances and whispers from all around. Many subconsciously covered the conspicuous 'GG's on their chests and backs with their hands.
They wished they could bury their faces in the dirt beneath their feet.
Flender walked at the very front, looking as if he didn't know the people behind him at all.
Even Master, who was in a wheelchair, was moving at a considerable speed, constantly rubbing the wheels on either side to accelerate and follow behind Flender.
Just then, a discordant voice came from the side.
"Oh my, aren't these the little thieves who stole this old man's medicinal herbs?"
"What? A bunch of thieves like you dare to participate in the competition? You won't end up with poor results and then secretly steal the tournament prizes, will you?"
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