Lin Yuan did not follow immediately. Instead, he walked to the front of Class Two's group, glanced at Dai Hua Bin, and said coldly, "Did you see that? This is the gap between us. You've racked your brains trying to beat me in the assessment, yet you don't even have the qualifications to make me fight seriously."
Lin Yuan's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure. When his gaze swept over Dai Hua Bin, there was not a ripple in his purple eyes, as though he were looking at some insignificant object.
Dai Hua Bin clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. His face shifted between green and pale, but he could not say a single word. The Class Two students around him lowered their heads as well, not daring to meet Lin Yuan's eyes. The sight of the entire arena being frozen over had long since shattered any lingering hope in their hearts.
Lin Yuan no longer paid attention to Dai Hua Bin, who stood frozen in place. He turned and followed Du Wilun toward Gong Chang Long. As he passed Zhou Yi, she secretly gave him an approving look, unable to hide the smile in her eyes. This kid always used the most direct methods to shut up everyone who doubted him.
Du Wilun returned to Gong Chang Long and said respectfully, "Elder Gong, I've brought him over. What do you think...?"
Before he could finish, Gong Chang Long suddenly snorted. His figure flashed, and he struck straight at Lin Yuan's head with his palm.
Faced with the sudden palm wind, Lin Yuan's expression did not change. Nine-Colored Flowing Light abruptly gathered around him. Rather than retreating, he stepped forward. His Dragon Transformation right hand met the strike head-on, scales in his palm gleaming with