Killing Intent

Yang Ming's decision to face seven opponents alone naturally stirred dissatisfaction among the Elephant Armor Academy competitors across from him.

As if in response to Yang Ming's words, and also to establish their dominance, the Elephant Armor Academy competitors stepped onto the central arena like a procession of colossal beasts. The entire platform shook three times, sending dust and debris trembling loose.

Every step they took was solid, stamping shallow footprints into the hard surface of the arena.

The Elephant Armor Academy competitors stood shoulder to shoulder, like an impenetrable, solid wall.

They all wore black uniforms, with jet-black hair shaved clean at the sides and only the middle section tied into a strange ponytail. Their dark skin, arms folded across their chests, and fierce expressions made them look every bit as intimidating as members of the Axe Gang in a movie.

Even the shortest of these competitors stood over two meters tall, while the tallest exceeded two and a half meters. Clearly, they had not been born this way, but had gradually grown into miniature giants after years of being tempered by their Martial Souls.

Yes, in the eyes of ordinary people, the students of Elephant Armor Academy were little giants. Even Yang Ming seemed a head shorter before them and had to tilt his head back to see their faces clearly.

Their weight was just as exaggerated as their height and build. Their waists were as wide as a tire, while their arms and thighs were several times thicker than those of ordinary people. The lightest among them probably weighed over one hundred and fifty kilograms, while the tallest likely weighed more than two hundred and fifty.

Generally speaking, the heavier someone was, the more severely gravity would wear down their internal organs and knees.

Yet judging by