Yu Xiaogang had never been a particularly patient person. He urged everyone to finish registering quickly; afterward, he still had to go back and arrange battle plans for Dai Mubai and the others.
How could he let Li Chen and the Little Monsters waste so much time here?
"Everyone, hurry up. Our time is precious; don't waste it on something so meaningless."
Even the teachers stared straight at Yu Xiaogang when he said that. What kind of thing was that to say? Choosing a name properly was something that would follow them for life. How had it become a waste of time when it came out of his mouth?
Yu Xiaogang seemed to realize that his words could be misunderstood and immediately explained, "That's not what I meant. I mean, hurry up so we can go back and devise tactics. If we spend too much time here, I'm afraid we won't have time to discuss our battle plans."
Only after hearing Yu Xiaogang say that did everyone's expressions improve. If not for the fact that Yu Xiaogang was Dean Flanders's good brother, and that he did indeed have some reputation in the Soul Master World, these Soul Emperor-level teachers would never have agreed to let Yu Xiaogang lord over them.
After quite a while, once everyone had finished registering, they slowly returned to where they were staying.
"I'm exhausted. We haven't even started fighting, and I'm already this tired. Why don't we just go back?"
Ma Hongjun dropped onto the bed and spoke irritably. He truly could not understand why they had to come here for life-or-death training when they were only Soul Grandmasters.
That was right—life-or-death training. The people here would not go easy on them just because they were children. They might be geniuses among children their age,