"Guesswork?"
Ma Hongjun trembled with rage at Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's feeble excuse. He rushed forward, grabbed him by the collar, and roared furiously.
"So you weren't even sure what kind of danger this training would bring us, yet you taught us to train like this?"
"Were we just your test subjects?"
Ma Hongjun was exceptionally agitated, but no one criticized him for it—especially not Shrek's teachers.
In truth, if not for Flender, few among them thought much of Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
After all, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had never demonstrated anything particularly remarkable in front of them.
The only training method he had taught the students had been copied from Qi Lin.
And even then, he had failed to properly understand it. Now that something had gone wrong, what were they supposed to do?
Beside them, Flender hesitated, wanting to speak. But before he could open his mouth, Tang San spoke first.
"Fatty, calm down first!"
Ma Hongjun roared at Tang San, "Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?"
"And you, Tang San. Don't think I don't know that you barely trained at all during this time."
"Did you already know there was something wrong with this training, so you deliberately kept it from us?"
Bloodshot veins filled Ma Hongjun's eyes as he glared viciously at Tang San.
Tang San's body stiffened slightly at his words.
Ma Hongjun had actually noticed that he had been slacking off on training lately.
Feeling the strange looks everyone else was giving him, Tang San's scalp went numb.
If he did not explain himself now, the pure and flawless image he had maintained in everyone's eyes would be completely ruined.
"Fatty, it's not what you think. Listen to my explanation."
He said this not only to deal with Ma Hongjun, but also to