Before long, the group arrived at Kyoto Affiliated No. 1 Middle School. Standing atop the massive combat platform, Song Yifan had his hands in his pockets as he calmly looked at the ten second-year students lined up before him.
"The first test is simple. All ten of you can come at me together. No matter how you do it, as long as you last one minute against me, you pass."
One minute?
Who was he kidding?
Did this little brat really think he could take on all ten of them alone?
The ten of them were among the strongest fighters of their age. How could a little kid who had barely grown any hair dare spout such nonsense?
Wasn't he afraid of being humiliated?
"And what if we last one minute?"
One of the ten students, a boy surnamed Lin, spoke with a look of disdain. From the way he carried himself, he seemed to be the leader of the group.
Song Yu Fan nearly laughed when he heard that. Did he think being older meant he could act arrogant?
"If you can last two minutes or longer against me, I'll cover all your expenses for the next month while I teach you. On the other hand, if you can't even last thirty seconds, then prepare to get beaten half to death by me every day for the next month."
"I won't waste any more breath on you. The sooner we fight, the sooner this ends. And as long as any of you manage to injure me, this match is over. I'll only use my First Soul Skill against you."
Song Yu Fan raised a hand and beckoned with a faint smile, seemingly provoking the ten of them to attack.
"Why the hell are you still talking, then? Brothers, get