Immediately after, Feng Xiaotian shouted to the referee not far away, "There's no need to continue the battle. In this round, our Godwind Academy concedes!"
Under normal circumstances, Feng Xiaotian's words would have sparked some controversy, but not this time.
Because in a one-on-one situation, Shui Wuhen's strength was clearly invincible. Even if all remaining Godwind Academy students took the stage together, they wouldn't be able to withstand a single move from him.
About an hour later, the promotion tournament finally ended. As for the matches themselves, no one paid attention anymore.
The existence of Shui Wuhen and Feng Xiaotian had already made the other academies' matches meaningless.
Next, Emperor Xue Ye began an impassioned speech.
Midway through, his tone shifted. Looking toward Shui Wuhen and Feng Xiaotian, he said, "This Elite Tournament has truly surprised me. I didn't expect two Spirit Emperors to appear within our Heaven Dou Empire. With you here, I believe I no longer need to worry about the championship."
Hearing this, Shui Wuhen remained calm. Revealing his Spirit Emperor cultivation this time might not necessarily be a good thing.
On the surface, by joining forces with Articuno, he could already be considered high-level combat power. Moreover, he still had a final trump card he hadn't used. As long as he didn't encounter a legendary Title Douluo, protecting himself shouldn't be a problem.
But who could guarantee that the true strength of this world was as simple as it appeared?
After all, web novels loved "layers within layers"—invincible on the surface, hidden enemies in the shadows; invincible on the ground, enemies descending from the sky.
Therefore, Shui Wuhen didn't dare to be careless. He still maintained a sense of caution toward the world.
As for Feng Xiaotian, he simply smiled. He had heard such praise many times before—it meant nothing to him.
After speaking for a while longer, and confirming that Crown Prince Xue Beng would serve as the Heaven Dou judge for the finals, Emperor Xue Ye left the grand training grounds.
…
"Twenty days?"
Inside the tent, when Shui Wuhen heard that the journey to Spirit City would take twenty days, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
That was far too long—it would seriously delay his cultivation. After all, a carriage was not a suitable place for training.
Shui Yue'er nodded slightly. "That's right. Spirit City is located at the border between the two great empires. The journey is long, and since we're traveling by carriage, there's no other choice."
"That's too long."
Shui Wuhen shook his head, then said to Shui Yue'er, "How about this—I'll temporarily leave the team to handle some matters, and I'll return when the finals begin."
"This…"
Hearing this, Shui Yue'er hesitated. If Shui Wuhen failed to make it back in time for any reason, then the championship that Tianshui Academy almost had in their grasp would be lost.
But after a moment, she still nodded. "Since you've decided, then so be it. Just remember the timing."
After all, Tianshui Academy's success this time was entirely due to Shui Wuhen. Even if he didn't participate in the remaining matches, they would simply return to their original level.
Seeing her agreement, Shui Wuhen immediately turned to leave the tent.
"Brother!"
At that moment, Shui Bing'er suddenly reached out and said with slight hesitation, "I want to go with you. Is that okay?"
Hearing this, Shui Wuhen glanced at her, then nodded.
Seeing this, Shui Bing'er was overjoyed. She quickly ran to his side and waved at the other girls from Tianshui Academy. "Sisters, see you at the finals!"
Then, she left the tent together with Shui Wuhen.
"Articuno!"
"Wuu~~"
After exiting the tent, the Articuno on Shui Wuhen's shoulder rapidly grew larger, then carried the two of them as it flew into the distance.
Meanwhile, at the Godwind Academy camp.
Feng Xiaotian looked resolutely at Feng Qingcang in front of him. "Dean, there are still more than twenty days before the finals. Do you have any way to help me improve my strength further?"
"There is… but that place is too dangerous."
Feng Qingcang pondered for a moment before speaking with some hesitation.
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed, "No matter how dangerous it is, I can endure it."
Looking at Feng Xiaotian's determined gaze, Feng Qingcang sighed. "Alright then. But you must come back alive."
"Don't worry, Dean. I, Feng Xiaotian, won't fall so easily."
He smiled with great confidence, believing that no matter how dangerous the place was, he could overcome it.
Afterward, Feng Qingcang gave some instructions to the other teachers and students before leaving the military camp together with Feng Xiaotian.
Inside Shrek's tent.
Tang San listened to Yu Xiaogang's tactical explanations, but he seemed distracted.
"Little San, what are you thinking about?"
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang frowned and asked.
Tang San came back to his senses and replied, "Teacher, I was thinking about how we can defeat Shui Wuhen and Feng Xiaotian and win the championship this time."
"Hah~ Third Brother, you're still thinking about that?"
As soon as he said this, Ma Hongjun took a bite of a chicken leg and immediately said, "We're still so young. Let them have this championship. In the next tournament, who could possibly be our match?"
Ma Hongjun's words reflected the thoughts of most people in Shrek right now. They did have ambitions to contend for the championship, but those ambitions had already faded with the appearance of Shui Wuhen and Feng Xiaotian, the two Spirit Emperors.
After all, even their Spirit Emperor teacher felt inferior after watching their battles. If they, mere Spirit Ancestors, tried to compete for the championship, wouldn't that just be asking for humiliation?
But the situation would be completely different in the next tournament.
The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament was held once every five years. They were already Spirit Ancestors now—after five years, the Shrek Seven Devils would surely all become Spirit Kings.
With seven Spirit Kings, plus the martial soul fusion skill of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing as support, wouldn't winning the championship be effortless?
Ning Rongrong also nodded. "That's right. In five years, we'll definitely win the championship. It's just a pity about Spirit Hall's reward this time—three ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones!"
Even for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones were extremely rare. Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, the pillars of the sect, hadn't collected a full set.
Under normal circumstances, Spirit Bones of this level would never be used as rewards. This time, Spirit Hall dared to offer them because they were overly confident—they never believed they would lose, and intended them as rewards for their Golden Generation.
However, as Yu Xiaogang listened to their discussion, his expression changed slightly. Because he knew that after exposing his twin martial souls, Tang San likely wouldn't have a "next time."
"Perhaps… it's time for me to find that person!"