Da Huang wore an outrageously cocky, impossibly cool expression as he held his head high, puffed out his chest, and strutted toward the assessment space.
His utterly shameless swagger made everyone's mouths twitch.
"I'm looking forward to this, but... does he really have to show off so much?"
"Exactly. Show-offs get struck by lightning. Has he never been struck before?"
"When other people are being tested, I hope their combat power is as high as possible. So why do I actually hope Da Huang fails?"
"Obviously! With him showing off like this, who'd want him to succeed? He'd only show off even more!"
"Just look at how pleased with himself he is. Good grief, he can't get enough of showing off."
"It's only a few steps. What, is he going to take a year to walk them?"
"Can you hurry up? Quit dawdling."
Hearing everyone, Da Huang merely shot them a disdainful glance and said with an air of cold arrogance, "Hmph. Jealous faces."
"Motherf—!"
"Young Master Chen, can I beat him up?"
"Count me in. I can't take it anymore, either."
"Young Master Chen, don't you want to?"
Chen Changan looked at them and understood exactly how they felt. Seeing Da Huang strut around like that, even Chen Changan had to fight the urge to kick him—and Mu Yunyao had instinctively raised her foot just a moment ago, too, but managed to stop herself.
"Sure, I don't mind. But are you certain you can beat him?"
Can they beat him?
What kind of thing was that to say? There were so many of them—were they really worse than a dog?
"Young Master Chen, that's a bit insulting. Surely we can't be worse than a dog?"
"Exactly! He's only at the Third Rank Emperor Realm. Every one of us has