Chu Feixiong still wanted to argue. "We..."
"Enough!"
Principal Sun suddenly bellowed, his voice even louder than Devil Yan's.
His face instantly turned even darker than Devil Yan's, and his fierce, evil-looking expression no longer held the slightest trace of harmless kindness.
Riiip, riiip! Riiip, riiip!
The loose Camouflage Uniform from moments ago suddenly tightened. It even tore open across his chest and underarms, revealing a powerfully built body with a metallic gleam.
The aged principal, seemingly at death's door, transformed as easily as blowing up a balloon. His body grew a full size larger than Chu Feixiong's, reverting to the notorious "Heavy Cannon" of the Crimson Dragon Army!
"Hiss!"
Seeing Principal Sun's two fists, like two scorching cannonballs, Meng Chao and the students all sucked in a sharp breath. No wonder this "Heavy Cannon" did not need to carry any extra weapons.
Those fists were practically Meteor Hammers stuffed with gunpowder—brush against them and die, touch them and perish!
"Dying is easy. But if you haven't unearthed all your potential, haven't made a battle plan, and just rush off to throw your life away, that isn't courage. It's another form of cowardice!"
Principal Sun roared, "Dragon City is a lone army stranded in foreign lands. Every person's life belongs not only to themselves, but to all citizens, to the entire Dragon City, to Earth Civilization. Even dying requires qualifications!
"I, Sun Daxing, enlisted at seventeen and served as a soldier for forty years. I've killed nearly a thousand zombies and over ten thousand monsters. I bear hundreds of scars, and fragments of monster fangs are still embedded in my spine. Only after dedicating everything to Dragon City do I have the right to face death with generosity and courage.
"Chu Feixiong, how many monsters have you fucking killed? How