Dozens of Human Race examinees surrounded the entire area, with Jiang Xueyao, clad in Battle Armor, leading the charge.
Dozens against six.
If it were humans against humans, one round of Mystic Arts would have ended it.
Considering how thick-skinned and tough the Demon Race was—
One more round should about do it.
"Fengya, I suggest you go all out next time. With your habit of being hopeless at this but still itching to play, the mess you make is downright embarrassing," Xu Yuan said indistinctly as he munched on a Pill.
He clapped his hands, ready to leave the battlefield to everyone else.
After the Demon Race's sneak attack, the examinees must have been itching to strike back.
"Wait!"
Fengya suddenly shouted.
"What now?" Xu Yuan asked impatiently.
"Fight me one-on-one if you've got the guts! Is ganging up on a few opponents a Human Race tradition?" Fengya demanded.
That gave everyone pause.
Jiang Xueyao glanced at Xu Yuan too.
One-on-one was fine. Who was afraid of him?
It depended on what Xu Yuan said.
After all, he had devised the entire strategy, and everyone had instinctively followed his lead. Everything had gone smoothly.
He was already their de facto battlefield commander!
At that moment,
all the Human Race examinees looked toward Xu Yuan.
After all, plenty of Demon Race envoys, Higher Academy elders, and even the emperor were watching from outside.
They had to consider their reputation, didn't they?
But Xu Yuan waved a dismissive hand, a sneer curling his lips.
"No need to stand on honor with these wicked demons. Everyone, get them!"
With that, he sent a Flying Sword hurtling forward himself.
It was like a starting pistol—or a signal flare.
Clarity swept through the crowd.
Holy shit.
So that was it!
That made perfect sense!