Tang san and the pitiful Oscar

As Tang Yin returned to the waiting area where the Shrek students had gathered, he was immediately greeted by a loud commotion from inside.

Curious, he stepped in—only to be met with the sight of Oscar furiously shaking Tang San by the shoulders.

"Tang San!! You bastard!" Oscar roared, his face a mixture of outrage and despair. "Why did you name our team the Sausage Brothers? You didn't even ask me! Now everyone's going to call me Sausage Uncle—Sausage Uncle, Tang San! Was this your plan all along? You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

Tang San, looking utterly innocent and slightly dazed from the shaking, blinked. "I thought it had... a nice ring to it?"

Oscar let out a dramatic wail, collapsing onto the nearest bench. "My reputation... ruined forever by you..."

Moments later, the host's voice echoed through the stadium with far too much enthusiasm:

"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Saaaausaaaage Broooothers!"

The crowd absolutely lost it.

"Haha! Sausage Brothers?!" someone howled from the stands. "What, do they just sit around admiring each other's sausages all day? Is that how they bonded?!"

Another doubled over, wheezing, "Dude, maybe it's symbolic—like, deep... spiritual sausage connection. That's not just a team name. That's a lifestyle."

"Hahahaha" Listening to the commentory Tang yin couldn't control himself and laughed his heart out so did rongrong and Meng yiran but zhuqing controlled herself well.

After the laughter died down the host introduced the other team "Now entering the field… the Elephant Hound Team!"

The crowd roared as the next team entered—a tall, heavy-set guy built like a tank, flanked by a slim, slick-haired partner oozing smugness.

They strode in confidently, stopping to glare down masked Tang San and a clearly miserable Oscar.

The host shouted "And, now let the battle begin"

As the bell rang, Tang San and Oscar simultaneously released their martial soul. Their opponents followed suit—only to freeze mid-action.

Sweat trickled down their foreheads. Their eyes widened in silent horror as they stared at the thing Tang San had released.

An abomination – It wriggled out as a pungent smell whiffed throughout the arena. Its body was long and glistening, coated in thick, greenish mucus that constantly dripped and fizzed on contact with the ground.

These were twisted, malformed tendrils—half-plant, half-meat—writhing like angry worms.

They oozed a foul, glistening sap that reeked like someone had bottled a battlefield's worth of socks and slow-cooked them in a chamber pot.

At its front—or perhaps its rear; no one could really tell—was a horrific circular mouth, unmistakably lamprey-like. Rows upon rows of barbed, grinding teeth churned constantly, as if it were chewing on the concept of decency itself.

The tension so thick, the rowdy crowd went quiet so fast, you'd think someone pressed the mute button on reality.

Someone finally whispered, "W-what… what is that? That thing… that vile monstrosity…?"

Another voice shrieked from the stands, "He's gotta be an evil soul master! Someone call Wuhundian! This is Blasphemy!!"

Tang San's expression twisted. "hmm..Evil soul master?"

From the VIP section, Tang Hao's aura turned glacial. The temperature in the arena seemed to drop ten degrees.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang perked up like a student called to show off his science project. He quickly signaled the host.

The host zipped over in his flashy Flying Shuttle Martial Soul. "Why did you call me?"

Seeing this Tang yin immediately used telepathy and took control of Yu Xiaogang striking his standard pose said "you can call me grandmaster and I am his master" pointing at Tang san.

The host stared for a moment before asking "uh grandmaster, what... what even is that?!"

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat with a proud smile snatching the hosts mic "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to explain. What you're seeing is not some vile horror. It is, in fact—a mutated Blue Silver Grass!"

The host blinked. "A what now?"

"Blue. Silver. Grass," Yu Xiaogang repeated, chest puffed with pride. "I raised Tang san's wuhun myself and instructed him in absorbing all his soul ring what am I awesome" puffed his chest. Tang yin smiled darkly 'Tang san oh Tang san don't you want to hide your identity let your master reveal your dark history to everyone hahah...'

The host squinted at him like he was trying to figure out if this was some elaborate prank. "...What is wrong with this guy's head?"

By now, the crowd had gone from confused to full-blown chaos.

"That's Blue Silver Grass?!" someone shrieked from the stands. "What did he do to it—soak it in sewer water and then take a dump on it?!"

Another spectator gagged audibly. "It smells like it crawled out of a public toilet"

"Even evil soul masters have better-looking spirits!" another roared. "This so-called Grandmaster? More of a con star scheming against his own student"

Yu Xiaogang, unfazed, gave the host a thumbs-up. "Look at that! The crowd is terrified! Now that's talent!"

The Shrek students groaned in unison, several of them facepalming so hard it echoed.

Back in the arena, the opposing team exchanged nervous glances.

The slender one, with a Hound-type martial soul, leaned in and whispered, "Should we just... surrender?"

The bulky one, whose martial soul was an Elephant, puffed out his chest and replied, "It just looks disgusting. I doubt it even has any real attack power."

The slender guy nodded, clearly unconvinced, eyes carefully avoiding the writhing abomination that was Tang San's spirit.

From the sidelines, Tang Yin watched with mild surprise.

"Hmm… they're actually brave enough to charge in? Guess it's still not disgusting enough. Don't worry, Tang San," he sighed dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "I'll personally help you research the perfect soul ring. Such a loving brother I am…"

With a cry of determination—and eyes tightly shut—both opponents lunged toward Tang San. The fat one followed closely… or at least tried to.

Half a step in, he slipped. The arena floor had a suspiciously slimy sheen to it.

With a squelch and a thud, he landed directly on his teammate.

The slender guy let out a squeaky wheeze from beneath the bulky guy. "I—I can't feel my ribs…"

The elephant guy scrambled upright, only to find his hands coated in something sticky. "What's this snot-like slime?!" he yelled in horror.

Tang San gave a slow, smug sneer. "You can't even stay on your feet against my first soul ring. Pathetic."

But instead of anger, the fat guy's face twisted into sheer revulsion. He turned to the host with wide, traumatized eyes.

"You—You vile, disgusting freak! I'm not fighting that!" He pointed at Tang San's martial soul like it had personally insulted his mother. "HOST! I QUIT!"

Dragging his flattened teammate behind him, he stormed off toward the exit.

Surprisingly, the crowd didn't boo them for giving up.

No. They booed Tang San. Loudly. "You disgusting thing don't come back to fight ever"

Another one barked "Hey call the manager and ban this guy. Uhh my appetite is gone" he groaned.