The moment he finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand.
Without any chanting, or even any obvious fluctuation of magic, a ball of blazing fire appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The flames were not ordinary red, but an eerie yellow. They burned so intensely that students more than ten meters away could feel their skin sting.
With a casual wave of Zhan Kong's hand, the yellow fireball shot out with a howl.
It exploded with a deafening boom five meters above the clearing.
A heatwave swept through like a tide. Everyone instinctively retreated, and several girls even screamed.
The flames continued burning in midair for three seconds before slowly dissipating.
Leaving ripples of distorted air behind.
"Wake up!"
Zhan Kong discarded his lazy demeanor, his gaze turning as sharp as a blade.
"I don't care what kind of genius or top student you were at school. Here, you're all just a bunch of rookies. And by the way, you're the worst class I've ever led."
His words caused a small commotion.
Many students wore indignant expressions.
But no one dared to truly argue back.
That instantaneous spell alone had already made the point clear enough.
"Alright, I'll announce your field training mission now."
Zhan Kong cleared his throat.
"Fifteen kilometers northeast of Snow Peak Mountain lies a sinkhole called Hundred Grass Valley. Your mission is to complete a commissioned hunt for One-Eyed Demon Wolves there."
"A week ago, the scouting team we sent discovered abnormal magical fluctuations in the valley. Our preliminary assessment is that a One-Eyed Demon Wolf has occupied that area. Your task is to enter Hundred Grass Valley and clear out the demons."
"Wait!"
A bolder male student raised his hand.
"Instructor, we're just students. Isn't it too dangerous to have us clear