Clap, clap, clap...
Qin Ming clapped his hands, signaling everyone to look his way.
"Pause for a moment."
Qin Ming leaped onto a raised platform, swept his gaze around the room, and suddenly let out a soft sigh.
"You have truly disappointed me!"
The baffling remark left not only Dugu Yan, Yu Tianheng, and the other students confused, but even Dugu Yang standing at the entrance was taken aback, unsure what Qin Ming was up to.
Before anyone could question him, Qin Ming spoke again. "You are all geniuses I selected myself. Every one of you possesses talent that could be called one in a hundred. My goal for you is to win the championship of the next-next Soul Master Elite Tournament."
"I believe you have all been working toward that goal as well."
"Yes, Teacher! I will definitely win the championship of the next-next Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament!"
Yu Tianheng stepped forward, his face brimming with confidence.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Qin Ming glanced at Yu Tianheng. Not only did he offer no encouragement, he instead gave a disdainful smile and said,
"Then why does someone your age dare challenge you?"
"And he intends to fight seven of you alone. That's right, you heard correctly. Someone wants to challenge all seven of you by himself! And he is completely confident that he can defeat all seven of you!"
Qin Ming's voice grew louder and louder, until the beams above the training ground trembled with a resonant hum.
Once the people below understood what he meant, they erupted in anger.
"Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!"
"Who is it? Forget seven people—I alone could beat him into a pighead!"
"I never thought there would be someone even more arrogant than me."
Hearing the furious voices below, Qin Ming's lips