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He did not spare the unconscious students another glance.

Cai Xun did not think they deserved pity. This was the price they paid for failing to properly assess their own strength.

As if sensing something, he suddenly looked up.

Thud, thud, thud.

A tall, sturdy figure slowly approached through the ship's corridor, every step seeming to land on his heart.

"The teachers' group?" Chen Xu grinned, revealing neat, white teeth.

"The pressure is this terrifying even before he makes a move?" Fine beads of cold sweat covered Cai Xun's forehead. He knew there were several students in this batch who could be called monsters, but he had not expected this to be the first one he encountered.

Just as he was about to strike first, a fist rapidly filled his vision.

Casually tossing the knocked-out teacher and the two unlucky students together, Chen Xu headed down the stairs.

"Ah." The boy in the white T-shirt tilted back his head and yawned, leisurely leaning against the railing as he enjoyed the sea breeze.

"Ji Songyun, Huangfu Grandmaster's sole disciple. He became a Martial Artist at thirteen, and less than a few months later, he effortlessly killed a Martial Alliance Martial Artist who had come to attack him and had activated fifteen Essence Apertures."

Yan Yaoming's gaze fell on Ji Songyun's profile. It was impossible not to envy his talent. In the eyes of others, Yan Yaoming was a one-in-ten-thousand genius, yet compared to the boy by the railing, he was as far beneath him as mud beneath the clouds.

"Brother Ji, you seem quite relaxed."

Brushing back his hair, which had become somewhat disheveled in the sea breeze, Ji Songyun swept his gaze over Yan Yaoming and the two men and one woman behind him.

"Did you need something?"

"I came