1 vs. 100?
Xia Luo raised an eyebrow. He had not expected Zephyr to suddenly pull something like this.
Before Xia Luo could speak, the younger students had already started shouting.
"Deal!"
"Hahaha, I never thought we'd get to gang up on Senior Xia Luo! This is awesome!"
"I can't beat him one-on-one, but one hundred against one? I refuse to believe we can't win! And Senior Xia Luo can't use his Devil Fruit powers or Haki, which means he can only rely on his physical strength and martial arts to fight us."
"Hehehe, we've got this! We've got this!"
"Teacher Zephyr, I'm not saying anything, but isn't it a little too much for all one hundred of us to gang up on Senior Xia Luo? What if we hurt him—"
Hearing that, Zephyr said calmly, "No need to worry. All one hundred of you can attack together. Besides, whoever manages to injure Xia Luo will receive an extra hundred points this month."
Although it had been quite a while since he had fought Xia Luo, Zephyr believed Xia Luo would not disappoint him.
"Xia Luo, no problem?" Zephyr looked at Xia Luo. He was not afraid Xia Luo would get hurt; he was afraid Xia Luo would refuse.
Xia Luo chuckled. "No problem. Since my juniors are so enthusiastic, I'll use this to warm up."
With that, he set Judgment aside and walked barehanded to the center of the training ground, his posture relaxed.
He beckoned provocatively at the crowd. "Come on. Use everything you've got, and don't hold back. Let me see what you're capable of. Don't disappoint me."
"I hope you live up to the word 'elite.'"
The corners of Zephyr's lips curled upward as he silently stepped back.
The other instructors also quietly made room, retreating