Whether he caused trouble for the garrison at the Beast Abyss Frontline was none of Bai Fenghua's concern.
But even with Ernie gone, there was still no shortage of people at the academy eager to see Bai Fenghua fall flat on his face. Even a place like the Imperial Capital Academy was far from united. The nobles of the Imperial Capital would never let such a lucrative prize slip through their fingers, and Bai Fenghua's presence was a thorn in their side, an endless source of discomfort.
Whenever an opportunity arose, they would find some excuse to take a jab at Bai Fenghua. They could not beat him in a fight, but surely they could make his life a little less pleasant? Was he going to forbid them from speaking, too? And given what was happening before them, "Is this a performance on the platform, or an assessment?"
Bai Fenghua glanced sidelong at the speaker and said coldly, "If you believe there's a problem, you're welcome to call a halt at any time. Then..." He paused and smiled. "Then you can go up there yourself and find out whether this is a performance or an assessment."
Anyone with eyes could see that the intricacy of the siblings' sword moves was only part of it. What mattered most was their control. They could actually stop those ferocious strikes just before contact without hurting each other. That was no easy feat.
Who would dare go up and try? Who knew whether the siblings would still be able to "control" their strength well enough not to hurt anyone else?
After all, this was merely an assessment platform, not a fight to the death. What they had already demonstrated was more than enough to prove their strength—no, they already knew how strong Ye Qinglan