Ling Shuang was too angry to let it go and ran to the dean's office to argue with Shui Qinghan.
Shui Qinghan sat in her office chair, her voice full of helplessness. "Yan issued a perfectly ordinary challenge. He stood alone on the training grounds and said, 'If anyone at Skywater Academy can defeat me, I'll leave immediately.'"
"If the academy interferes, not only will Chrysanthemum Douluo laugh at us, but the entire continent will think Skywater Academy can't take a loss. Losing isn't frightening. Being afraid is."
Ling Shuang was left speechless.
She knew Shui Qinghan was telling the truth.
In the Elite Class classroom, the usually lively room was now frighteningly quiet.
The twenty-odd students all wore expressions of frustration and resentment.
One girl suddenly slammed her hand on her desk and stood up. "This Yan is just a bully! He's one of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation. What's he doing coming to our academy to play the big bad wolf?"
"But we really aren't as strong as him," someone beside her said quietly. "Yan is a Soul King, and his martial soul is the Flame Lord. Even with more people, we can't beat him."
"Exactly. We lost three against one. He beat us so thoroughly we couldn't even muster any anger."
"I wonder when the class monitor and the others will be back." A girl in the front row propped her chin on her hand. "If the class monitor were here, would those people from Spirit Hall get a chance to throw their weight around?"
"Exactly! The class monitor killed a Red-Robed Bishop with one punch. Who does Yan think he is?"
Just as a spark of hope kindled in the classroom, someone threw cold water on it.
"The class monitor is strong, but Yan is one