"What did you say, brat? Who's afraid?"
"Damn! Teacher Qin, accept it! I refuse to believe the seven of us can't beat one little brat barely twelve or thirteen!"
"What? I alone would be enough, and you need seven?"
Because of Gu Yi's single remark, Osler and Yu Feng immediately blew up. If Qin Ming had not stopped them, they would probably have attacked on the spot.
In their eyes, Gu Yi was simply humiliating himself—and practically begging for it.
Yet Qin Ming felt that something was off. From beginning to end, he had not seen the slightest trace of panic on Gu Yi's face.
Compared to Osler and the others, Gu Yi was far too calm, as though he knew he would definitely win.
But so what?
"Fine. We'll do as you say. Our Royal Fighting Team accepts. This exchange match can begin now. Do you need time to prepare?"
Qin Ming smiled confidently as he questioned Gu Yi.
Perhaps Gu Yi had some trump card of his own, but the Royal Fighting Team was no pushover either. If he truly managed to defeat all seven of them alone, Qin Ming would have nothing to say—but the odds of that were practically zero!
"No need. Let's start now," Gu Yi replied.
Everything was proceeding in the direction he had anticipated. That was a good thing!
"Good. Then we'll use that training ground. The rules will be as you stated."
"Tianheng! Take them onto the field!"
Qin Ming turned his gaze toward Yu Tianheng at the side and gave the order.
"Alright, everyone, onto the field!" Yu Tianheng nodded.
The moment his words fell, all seven members of the Royal Fighting Team took their places on the training ground.
Gu Yi did not waste words either. With a running start