Where Was the Blood-Eyed Golden Tiger's Weak Spot Again?

Xia Fan did not look at Ling Chu. His gaze remained fixed on Ye Tianhe.

"What relationship I have with Jiang Fu is none of the Social Misfits from your diploma mill's business."

"As for Jiang Fu's exam results, multiple agencies across Xia Country have already cross-checked and verified them. They've even been entered into Xia Country's historical records."

"He has no need to prove himself to any irrelevant Social Misfits."

"So is your newly founded diploma mill full of Social Misfits afraid of Jiang Fu?"

"If you admit you are, then forfeit the first student match."

Xia Fan was practically cursing them to their faces.

In particular, his repeated digs about "Social Misfits from a third-rate diploma mill" had already made some people burst out laughing.

Especially the people from Tianhuang Martial Arts University.

This so-called School Battle

had started because the other side came looking for trouble.

They wanted to climb to prominence by stepping on Tianhuang Martial Arts University.

When Martial Artists clashed,

there was no need to be polite.

"The Principal's right! That Social Misfit from the third-rate diploma mill keeps running his mouth. Is he afraid of Jiang Fu?"

"Of course he is! Jiang Fu is this year's top freshman in Xia Country!"

"If you're scared, get lost already!"

"What kind of trash diploma mill thinks it can challenge Tianhuang?"

Led by Xia Fan, the students of Tianhuang Martial Arts University let loose.

And their words

spread across the world through the live broadcast.

Politeness?

Decorum?

Sportsmanship?

The other side had come to their doorstep with a Hall Challenge.

Why spare their feelings?

What a Martial Arts University needed was fighting spirit.

Ye Tianhe's face darkened.

He shot Ling Chu a vicious glare. "Shut up!"

*Tianhuang Martial Arts University? Once we beat them, they should