Seeing that his show of force had worked fairly well, Ning Huan finally curled his lips into a broad smile.
His spring-breeze-like expression immediately put the seven people at ease.
But who could have expected that the words he casually said next would plunge them into despair once more?
"Come on~ Let's have a match... Hmm! Right! A training match!"
"Just let me see how strong you are, and whether you work well together."
The seven team members, fallen from heaven into hell: "..."
You're all grown-ups. If you're itching for a fight and want to beat us up, just say so!
There's no need to beat around the bush!
Exactly!
Although Ning Huan hadn't specified the Soul Fighting format, everyone instinctively assumed he was planning to take them all on by himself.
After all, that legendary scene of him taking on thirty-one opponents alone, like a god descending from the heavens, remained vivid in their memories to this day.
To him, a one-on-one and a group brawl were no different.
It was just a matter of moving his lips a few more times and cracking his knuckles a few more times.
So nobody was foolish enough to think they'd be the chosen one destined to win.
"Um... Boss! About this training match, how about we wait until everyone's here?"
Following the voice, they saw Ning Caichen stumble abruptly, while Du Qingning had also failed to pull back her right arm in time.
Clearly, the reason the former had "volunteered" to speak was obvious.
"The young sect master hasn't arrived yet. We're all members of the same team. It wouldn't be right to leave her out..."
His suggestion immediately won the unanimous approval of everyone present.
After all, who in such a huge academy didn't know that the top student