Flender had long said that arrogance was fine, but one had to have the strength to back it up. Otherwise, there was something wrong with one's brain. Yet these youths, each of whom looked so presentable, were completely incapable of putting up a fight. Their Soul Power was far inferior to Dai Mubai's, but they held an absolute advantage in numbers. If they had joined forces to attack Dai Mubai, they should at least have been able to hold him off. Instead, they were routed at the first blow. Hardly any of them could even strike back. They fled in disarray like deserters from a battlefield. Some were already crying for their fathers and mothers. How did they look anything like Soul Masters?
Flender said to Zhao Wuji beside him, "These are the students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy? They're nothing but a pile of trash. I'm starting to wonder whether coming here was a mistake."
Zhao Wuji gave a bitter smile. "Don't ask me. How would I know? The Royal Spirit Battle Team that fought the little monsters to a standstill last time wasn't like this. Maybe every place has its dregs."
Even Master, who had strongly advocated coming here, was speechless at this point.
"Enough, Mubai," Flender called out to Dai Mubai. If he kept fighting, it would no longer be a beating. There would probably be serious injuries.
Only then did Dai Mubai stop. The evil light in his twin pupils flickered. "Let's see who's the one rolling away."
"Y-you actually dare cause trouble at Heaven Dou Royal Academy! This is a provocation against the Empire! Just you wait! Just you wait—"
Flender snorted. "That's quite an accusation you've slapped on us. Too bad you're just trash. Call out your academy's teachers."
Just then, a vigorous voice