This time, the dean had summoned him by order, so Fan Lang had no choice but to come. Before arriving, he had already learned the full situation and knew exactly what was going on.
The two nations were holding an open sparring match, each sending out representatives. Aurora God Kingdom had performed poorly in two consecutive matches and fallen behind. If they lost the third match as well, it would likely damage the nation's prestige.
Although Fan Lang did not feel any deep attachment to Aurora God Kingdom, he had developed here. This was his stage.
Since it was a stage, he had to shine alone upon it!
Fan Lang was determined to win this battle.
Under the gaze of the masses, he spread his Twelve Flying Wings and flew straight above the arena. The wings behind him then folded together, scraping with the sound of metal grinding against metal.
Chen Feiyang looked Fan Lang up and down, then smiled faintly. "Sorry for specifically calling you here. My name is Chen Feiyang, and I'm from Taijin God Kingdom. My status is actually similar to yours—I'm also a student, though I study at an academy in Taijin God Kingdom. This is merely a martial arts performance, not even a proper sparring match. We're all just having some fun, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Are you done? If you are, we can start fighting," Fan Lang said impatiently.
"Hehe, looks like you're the impatient sort. Don't rush. Some things should still be said beforehand. Once I'm done, we can both show what we're capable of. Since my realm is far above yours, I'll suppress my strength for the sake of fairness and promise not to use any special abilities above the Dao Domain Realm. I'll even give you one