Facing the hostile or disdainful looks of the crowd, Yang Yi and Sikong Jing naturally ignored them.
They did not care in the slightest what others thought. They preferred to use real action to make people shut up.
But Fan Kui was different. He did not possess the calmness of Sikong Jing and Yang Yi. He immediately jumped out and said, "Zheng Chepao, who says our Heavenly Wolf Team has no military formation master? Our military formation master is a hundred times stronger than you hypocritical bastards."
The moment those words came out, Yang Yi and Sikong Jing's mouths twitched slightly. That seemed like a bit of an exaggeration.
Although Sikong Jing was confident, having never taken the military formation master assessment, he had no idea what rank he was currently at. Back then, he had only beaten the teenage Tie Ti'er by a tiny margin.
"Ha, hahaha..."
Sure enough, the entire crowd burst into laughter. Zheng Chepao was the vice-captain of the Martial Cry Battle Team. Laughing wildly, he said, "I remember your team is called the Heavenly Cripple Team. Shouldn't your military formation master be called a crippled formation master instead?"
At that, the crowd laughed even harder.
In any case, Duanmu Chun had made it perfectly clear a few days ago that he would no longer help Sikong Jing with anything. So it did not matter how much they mocked them; this was how they had always been laughed at before.
Fan Kui's face flushed crimson. He had a fiery temper—he simply could not endure it.
"Fan Kui, ignore them."
Yang Yi calmly stopped and soothed him, then the three of them took the Black Jade Minor Fragmentary Diagram they had just deciphered to the entrance of the Supreme Tyrant Judgment Tower and handed it to one