"Xuanyu, Xuanyu!"
After Xiao Qi left, Qian Lei hurried over to Little Dragon God, his face pale.
"Xuanyu, are we really going to take that kind of assessment?"
"Yeah." Little Dragon God nodded, looking at Qian Lei, whose legs had gone a little weak, and could not help feeling surprised.
"Didn't we settle this already?"
"Discussing it and actually doing it are two different things." Qian Lei gave a bitter laugh, the fat on his cheeks shifting with his expression.
"Fatty, if you're scared, just take the regular final assessment with everyone else."
Lan Xuanyu did not force him. He was quite open-minded about it.
He could completely understand Qian Lei's hesitation. After all, they were only twelve- or thirteen-year-old teenagers. Ordinary Soul Masters would have long since finished their final assessments by this point and gone home.
He even felt that, if necessary, it would not be impossible for him to complete the final assessment alone.
"How could I be!" Qian Lei immediately panicked at those words.
"I just wanted to make sure again. Xuanyu, have you forgotten? Back in the High-Energy Youth Class, you, Madman, and I were the best trio. So I'm not scared—I have a purpose..."
Qian Lei then launched into a long stream of nonsense about strategic confirmation, knowing oneself and one's enemy, and other headache-inducing things.
In the end, Lan Mengqin behind Little Dragon God could no longer stand listening to him.
"If you're scared, you're scared. What best trio? Isn't the class planning for us to integrate with mechas or some kind of interstellar fighter craft now? This is exactly the time to fight. I won't even mention Liu Feng—if it weren't for Shorty, could you have gotten into Shrek?"
"Shorty, don't be afraid. Qianqiu, Liu Feng, Senior Sister Yuge, Little Huihui, and