I Was Looking for a Gift for You-How About Despair...

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"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"...

Amid one beastly roar after another, all seven members of Elephant Armor Academy raised their right feet in unison. It was as though each foot carried a hundred pounds of Gravity as they slammed them viciously onto the arena. The solid flooring cracked apart at once, while layers of ripples too faint for the naked eye spread outward, shaking the entire arena violently.

Behind Yang Ming, Oscar, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others leaning against the edge of the arena could not help crying out in alarm.

As a Support Spirit Master, Oscar could barely keep his feet under him. He felt as if he were standing on the deck of a small boat, tossed about by waves; the heaving floor would not let his feet find purchase, and his body swayed back and forth, nearly sending him crashing down several times.

If Tai Long and the others beside him had not reacted quickly enough to catch and steady Oscar each time, he would have long since landed on his butt and embarrassed himself before eighty thousand spectators.

Oscar shot his companions a grateful look. Still shaken, he stared at the Elephant Armor Academy contestants ahead and secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

"Aren't these guys a little too strong?"

At that moment, Oscar began to worry about Yang Ming.

But his concern seemed unnecessary.

Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his feet rooted to the ground like an ancient tree. No matter how the floor shook beneath him, he remained ramrod straight, like a spear planted firmly in the earth.

A fierce wind blew head-on, sending Yang Ming's long hair fluttering. His bangs hung low over his forehead, while blood-red light flowed through his eyes as he quietly watched the seven people