Ten minutes later.
Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Wire and Dai Mubai's White Tiger Fierce Light Wave finally hit Oscar, who relied on flying to be tricky.
"Your talents are excellent, but I am disappointed," Grandmaster shook his head and said, "Having great talent but completely failing to utilize your advantages."
Dai Mubai was initially curious about Grandmaster, the master who trained Tang San, but hearing his words, being merely a Spirit Grand Master himself, made him uncomfortable.
Not only Dai Mubai, but Oscar and Ma Hongjun also felt dissatisfied.
Only Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Tang San were listening seriously.
One was serious about self-improvement, eager to progress; the other had listened so much that filtering became natural; and the last one had just fought and truly performed unsatisfactorily, unable to retort.
"Xiaosan, let's start with your situation. The defeat of your team was destined from the moment you were eliminated by Xiao Wu," Grandmaster's words carried a hint of frustration.
"You are the backbone of the team, bearing the hope of your trio's victory. Yet, you were careless and fell prey to Xiao Wu's Charm Spirit Skill. Don't you know Xiao Wu's Spirit Skill? Don't you know her usual style?" Clearly, Grandmaster had seen Tang San stumble in the same place more than once.
Tang San was good in other aspects, his performance was nearly perfect, which satisfied Grandmaster greatly. However, when it came to Xiao Wu, he tended to act impulsively and make mistakes.
"Oscar, why didn't you go to rescue Zhu Zhuqing? You clearly had the ability to do so at that time," Grandmaster turned to assess Oscar. "Your Third Spirit Skill was enough to support you in dodging Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's attacks, to rescue Zhu Zhuqing. This could be considered a result of your recent acquisition of the Spirit Skill, without a change in mindset or practice. But why did you provoke Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai?"
Provoking others without reason, isn't it just fueling their anger? Will it make them lose their rationality?
No, in most cases, it will actually make the opponent perform better in order to take you down.
"Zhu Zhuqing, your speed is your advantage. You shouldn't engage in prolonged battles, but you got entangled with Dai Mubai for too long."
"Ma Hongjun, your Spirit Skill deployment has serious issues."
"Xiao Wu, your performance this time was good. You replaced Xiaosan as bait, but your Teleportation has limitations, both in distance and frequency of use. It's a fatal flaw. Once Xiaosan sees through your risky plan, you will also fail. It's a gamble."
Grandmaster evaluated the situation of all six individuals.
At this moment, the six of them carefully reflected on the details of the battle just now and realized that Grandmaster's remarks were indeed valid.
Those involved are often confused; it's the onlookers who see clearly.
However, who can stand in an absolute God's eye view to judge during the battle?
"As punishment for you all, you are not allowed to use Soul Power. You must run back and forth between the Academy and Suotuo City ten times. Oscar, you will run eight times, and Tang San, you will run twelve times."
"Ah?"
The six of them expressed difficulty in accepting the punishment.
Ten rounds would be tolerable, but before them were six backpacks, each filled with a considerable amount of stones, weighing heavily.
It was evident that they were meant to run with the weight.
Moreover, they couldn't use Soul Power, which meant they couldn't utilize their Martial Spirits either; they had to rely purely on their physical endurance.
Dai Mubai and the others headed off for their weighted run, while Grandmaster and the Academy teachers gathered together.
"Xiaogang, do you have any other requests?"
Looking at the scene, Flender knew that Grandmaster had other intentions that needed discussion with them.
At the same time, his heart bled.
You see, this morning Grandmaster had improved the food at the Academy, and his remaining gold spirit coins were likely to be depleted in a short time.
"Xiaogang, I have to remind you, with your improvements in the food and purchasing medicinal herbs for the bath, my savings won't last much longer."
Grandmaster's face stiffened as he nodded.
Flender was very poor.
Despite being greedy, he was still very poor.
A Spirit Saint could have lived a grand life, earning gold spirit coins without much difficulty. However, Flender's situation was quite the opposite.
"The second stage of training I've prepared for them is to go to the Great Spirit Arena to fight: 1v1, 2v2, and seven-member team battles. They need three matches each day to be sufficiently intense," Grandmaster said.
Flender and the other teachers instantly understood Grandmaster's requirement.
Shrek's students only numbered six, lacking one.
"Xiaogang, are you asking us to urgently recruit one more member? Let me make it clear; Shrek Academy's standards are non-negotiable. We won't accept anyone who isn't extraordinary!" Flender frowned.
Grandmaster's stiff face twitched slightly.
Flender remained as stubborn as ever.
"I know this," he said, "and I don't intend to force an ordinary Spirit Master into the team."
"Do you have any specific targets? It would be best to find the seventh student within a month, to integrate them into the team's spirit and physical training, rather than immediately thrusting them into team battles with the six current members," Grandmaster said, looking at the other teachers, curious about their connections.
Especially Shao Xin; being a food-type Spirit Saint, he must have had significant connections.
Unfortunately, he was destined for disappointment. Shao Xin didn't have many connections. Otherwise, why would a food-type Spirit Saint suffer alongside Flender at Shrek?
"Xiaogang, don't you have any outstanding younger generations in your family?" Flender glanced around, addressing Grandmaster.
"You brought up the issue yourself. So, I'm using this topic to encourage you to reach out to your family. After all, I can't be blamed for intervening in your affairs, can I?" Flender smirked inwardly.
This time, the seventh person must come from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
It's also a connection between Xiaogang and his family.
'With this connection, the two dragons should soon come knocking on the door. I am indeed a genius.'
Grandmaster's mouth twitched; he was reluctant to contact the family.
However, according to his comprehensive plan, Tang San's development must be flawless. Not only must he mature but also gain fame. He must participate in the Spirit Master Competition.
Therefore, the seventh person must be found, and they must be exceptional, a monster.
And in his mind, Grandmaster instantly conjured up an image of someone who could meet this criterion.
...
Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
Half a month of preparation time is still quite long. Su Wen calmly began arranging the many things he needed.
Support from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Heaven Dou Royal Family, and even Spirit Hall had already begun, and everything was going smoothly.
During the training, Yu Tianheng approached Su Wen.
"Xiaowen, are you still planning to visit my aunt?" Yu Tianheng asked.
Liu Erlong?
Su Wen suddenly remembered that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had persuaded Liu Erlong to teach him for a while as a favor.
Actually, he had been somewhat resistant to going there from the beginning.
Now, he was even more certain that he didn't want to go.
"Let's discuss it after we return from this trip," Su Wen replied.
Yu Tianheng nodded, and they ended the conversation.
Later, his expression became somewhat troubled.
Dugu Yan's words indeed put some pressure on him.
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