The near-solid silence in the living room lasted for quite a while before a soft snort broke it.
It was Dugu Yan.
Leaning against the armrest of the sofa, she made no attempt to hide the look in her emerald eyes that said, "Have you lost your mind?" A mocking curve lifted at the corner of her lips.
"Teacher Qin." Her voice was languid, carrying the cold texture of a snake.
"I know you want to stir up our fighting spirit and remind us not to become arrogant or impatient. But... fabricating an absurdly powerful opponent might backfire."
She extended a slender finger and tapped the paper on the coffee table. "No matter how incomplete the information is, it is still objective fact. You can praise them to the skies, but the Soul Power Levels written here will not lie. Several team members have only just reached level thirty, which means they might not even be proficient with three soul skills. In a team battle, such a weakness is a fatal opening."
Yu Tianheng said nothing, but his tightly pressed lips and faintly furrowed brow clearly conveyed the same disapproval.
Out of respect for his teacher, he simply did not refute him directly.
Yu Feng turned his head toward Osler and muttered softly, "It's over. Did someone drug Teacher Qin in Suotuo City? Or does Shrek Academy belong to one of his relatives?"
Osler's eye twitched. He did not respond, but the disdain in his gaze was obvious enough.
The Shi Mo brothers looked at each other, their honest faces filled with bewilderment.
They felt that Teacher Qin had a point and that they should not underestimate their opponents, but Dugu Yan was right too. The difference in levels was right there.
Ye Lingling remained quiet, as though none of