When they heard Qian Yonjgun suddenly throw out that question, the other freshmen on the field were a little unsure what exactly he meant.
The people on the field shifted their gazes away from Wang Tianyu and the others and looked toward Qian Yongjun.
"If you do, then you do. If you don't, then you don't. If you don't even have this much fire in your blood, why cultivate martial arts? You might as well go home and farm."
"I'll ask again: are you jealous of the treatment Seed Class students receive?"
This time, the people on the field understood. They practically shouted in unison.
"Yes!"
The freshmen of this Martial Arts University class had already begun martial arts cultivation, and their physical qualities were far stronger than those of ordinary people.
With so many martial artists shouting together, the sound they unleashed was absolutely earth-shaking.
"Hahaha."
Hearing the students' cries, Qian Yongjun laughed loudly.
"Then do you want Seed Class slots?"
"Yes!"
A similar scene played out again, except this time the words that rang out were "Yes!"
"Then do you have the strength to become Seed Class students?"
Qian Yongjun's third question was different from the first two.
Upon hearing it, many people's eyes dimmed.
There was no unanimous reply. Qian Yongjun's third question was simply too realistic.
The students' reaction was within Qian Yongjun's expectations, so he continued.
"That's right. The vast majority of you still don't meet the selection standards for Seed Class students."
"But what I want to tell you is that a temporary lead proves nothing. Take me, for example—I wasn't selected for the Seed Class right away either."
"But later, I became the strongest person in my class's Seed Class. Those who were selected into the Seed Class before me all fell to