"I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't think you're somebody just because you made it onto the Seven Monsters roster. With your twenty-something ranks of foundation, you wouldn't even qualify to be a target in an official match. Don't drag Tang Wulin and the others down when the time comes. You'd be disgracing all of Shrek."
By the time he finished speaking, several students who had just completed their exams and had not gone far yet had already gathered nearby. They stood in twos and threes beside the stone steps at the Beast Arena's exit, their gazes all turning this way.
A few students from Dai Huabin's class exchanged knowing looks. They said nothing, but their expressions had already made their stance clear.
Tang Wulin stood half a step behind Huo Yuhao, his hands tucked into his sleeves and his face expressionless. He merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze settling on Dai Huabin's arrogantly smug face, without speaking in haste.
Huo Yuhao remained silent for several breaths.
His gaze shifted away from Dai Huabin's face and swept over the spectators gathered around them before returning to Dai Huabin.
His lips pressed together slightly, then relaxed. His voice was neither loud nor soft, steady as though he were merely discussing the weather with a classmate after an exam. "Dai Huabin, do you want to fight?"
Dai Huabin froze for a moment.
He had clearly not expected Huo Yuhao to respond so directly. The curve at the corner of his mouth stiffened for an instant before returning, even wider than before, as if someone had scratched an itch. "You? Fight me?"
"Yes. Me." Huo Yuhao's tone did not fluctuate. He casually rolled up the slit cuff of his outer robe, exposing a forearm still lightly sweaty from the exam. He