Instructor Rant

After Tang Miao finished speaking, he walked into the National Pavilion. Instructor Bai wanted to say something, but obviously there was no chance. He glanced back at the Egypt Team, Said, and then snorted coldly before walking in as well.

After watching Tang Miao and Instructor Bai walk inside, Said curled his lip and said, "Hmph, how rude."

National Pavilion, there is a space roughly the size of three football fields put together. The ground is set up with four different terrains: jungle, gravel, stone, and grass, which the players can use during battles. The entire ceiling of the National Pavilion is a huge hemisphere that is suspended above the entire arena!

Upon entering the National Pavilion, Said was full of praise for its grandeur and magnificence. In Egypt, they might not spend so much money to build such a magical duel arena, but flashy things don't really mean much.

"Why are there so many people here? Wasn't it said that the battles at the National Pavilion were not open to outsiders?" Said glanced around and found that there were about a hundred people National Pavilion, men and women, mostly young. He then looked at the soldier next to him and asked.

Some were practicing in the arena, some were watching from the outside, and others were gathered around someone who looked like an instructor, listening to his analysis.

Although Jun Ge was also annoyed with the guy in front of him, he still explained, "There aren't many countries coming to the Huaxia National Pavilion yet. The National Pavilion's athletes also need training, so they select some outstanding students and teams from their own countries' universities to compete with the National Pavilion's athletes."

"I see. But I hope the match can start soon. I want to finish quickly and get back to the team. Our team really has some important things to do," Said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Instructor Bai's face turned ashen, while Tang Miao was pondering how to deal with this bastard. Killing him was definitely out of the question, and crippling him would have to be done with restraint...

"Dongfang Lie!!"

After the group entered, Bai Dongwei was so angry he was about to jump up and down. He didn't care about hospitality or etiquette and directly called out Dongfang Lie.

The students he trained, Bai Dongwei, were all capable of holding up half the sky; they even managed to make a phoenix in a chicken coop in tiny Egypt.

Dongfang Lie was still somewhat confused, wondering why his instructor had become even angrier after going out, and why he was being summoned.

Despite being puzzled, he quickly replied, "The student is here!"

"Beat him to a pulp! Beat him hard! If he can get out of bed and walk around in a week, I'll make sure you're in a hospital bed for a month!!" Bai Dongwei practically roared.

Dongfang Lie was dumbfounded.

What kind of logic is this??

Also, why is the instructor so angry? Did this handsome foreigner steal his wife??

That can't be right. Bai Dongwei's wife is just as fierce as him; there's no reason for her to be stolen from...

Dongfang Lie, still half-asleep, walked into the arena.

Said smiled, his confident dimples never fading. He muttered, "Is it starting already? I'm a little surprised, but I like it when things are this direct."

"You damned Egyptian, don't be so arrogant!!" Bai Dongwei cursed without any politeness as he watched Said's retreating figure.

At this moment, Tang Miao shrugged and said, "Hey, instructor, why didn't you let me go on?"

Bai Dongwei then remembered that there was another person present... However, he didn't recognize Tang Miao, and immediately said, "Who are you, kid? Although you have a lot of backbone, you're not from our National Pavilion Team. How can I agree to let you play? What if you lose!"

Tang Miao curled her lip and said, "Sigh, you should worry about your students. If they really have the ability to fight, I won't bother with their business."

Instructor Bai, already seething with anger, was now even more furious! To be looked down upon by a mere Egyptian, and then by Tang Miao? He immediately roared, "You're talking nonsense! Do you think the students I've taught can't beat a little Egyptian?"

"Damn it, what are you doing, cursing and swearing at me like that?!"

Tang Miao, also hot-tempered, got angry after being yelled at a few times. Ignoring who it was, he retorted, "If you could actually train some decent students, would I be meddling in this? What has the national government become these days? A sign-off nation?"

"You..."

Bai Dongwei was caught off guard by the sudden rebuke and was momentarily speechless. Could he say that this was a quirky student?

"What do you mean 'you'? I'm here to solve the problem. If you keep babbling on, believe me, I'll beat you down first." A combat instructor, his strength is only that of Advanced Mage. Tang Miao has never been afraid of Advanced Mage.

After all, I've dealt with that little brat Wangyue Qianxun, before.

Tang Miao's imposing manner left him unsure whether to retort... mainly because he didn't understand Tang Miao's identity. Besides, the National Pavilion's performance was truly lackluster...

"Get down here, all of you! Someone's here to challenge us! Watching you fight is like watching young ladies arguing!" Bai Dongwei, unaware of Tang Miao's background, could only yell and find a new target for his anger, summoning everyone who was sparring in the arena down from their seats.

Dozens of academies were sparring in the arena, and when they were shouted at, they all obediently ran down, completely bewildered and not knowing what had happened.

Tang Miao simply ignored him; as long as he wasn't nagging her, that was enough.

At this moment, Dongfang Lie and Said had already gone up and had a brief conversation.

Dongfang Lie wasn't much better at it either. When he heard that this guy was an Egyptian representative who had come to challenge them, and that he was the only one there, he was about to burst into flames.

This guy is really treating the challenge stamp of the Huaxia National Pavilion like a sign-in stamp. You think you can get it stamped by yourself? Let my Fierce Fist leave a fist mark on your dark face first. Where does he get his confidence?

"Hey, Dongfang Lie, what's going on?" a student asked casually as he stepped off the stage.

"That dark-skinned guy is from the Egyptian National Team; he came alone to challenge us," Dongfang Lie replied.

"Damn it, does he think he's Chen Zhen? He dares to come and kick our place all by himself!" Upon hearing this, the man immediately started cursing.

Soon, the news reached the ears of the other students. Unsurprisingly, all the students practicing in room 100 of the National Pavilion glared at each other, wishing they could personally go up and give this arrogant and conceited Egyptian a good beating!

This kind of thing would infuriate any Chinese person. If it were some known powerful countries doing this, no one would say anything. But why would an Egypt Team look down on the Huaxia National Pavilion like this?

"Get him! Beat the shit out of him!"

"Damn it, don't hold back, kill him!"

"..."

Hearing all the students encouraging him, Dongfang Lie also became serious. Moreover, he finally understood why the instructor was so angry.

However, despite the criticism and complaints, every battle in the National Pavilion was related to his future and the glory of his country, so he could not afford to be careless in the slightest.

"Wait a minute," Said suddenly spoke up.

Dongfang Lie said disdainfully, "Now you know fear? Too late! Humph!"

Dongfang Lie had no intention of letting him off so easily. After all, this concerned his own honor. If he were to escape now, Dongfang Lie felt that his honor would be in jeopardy in the team battle or the best-of-five series.