A secret art of the Under the Moon Council?
Zheng Qing had seen it in Black Prison. It was indeed an incredibly powerful spell, capable of gathering the Magic Power of five Senior Councilors and unleashing strength close to legendary.
But Su Shijun had never taught Youzui such a secret art.
Leaving aside the fact that the secret art probably required the bloodlines of the Under the Moon Council's five great clans, what right did an ordinary little hunting team have to bear such immense karma? Had the people spreading these rumors had their brains eaten clean by zombies?
While grumbling inwardly, the young scholarship student patiently denied all sorts of bizarre claims—
"No, as our thesis advisor, Councilwoman Su only provided guidance within the scope of the curriculum. Any coordinated secret art is complete nonsense..."
"Youzui Hunting Team is not recruiting new members this year, thank you!"
"Councilwoman Su will not personally attend every match. She still has plenty of demanding laboratory work to handle..."
"Youzui Hunting Team has always held itself to the principle of 'faster, higher, stronger, cleaner'..."
"Youzui will continue approaching things from the perspective of strength and play every match well..."
"No! We don't know anything about Su Shijun's lover!"
"Youzui Hunting Team's position on the hunting competition has always been consistent. Any hunting team that violates the rules must be punished, and the purpose and principles of the competition must be jointly upheld..."
"Rumors! They're all rumors... Rumors stop with the wise!"
At first, he had still patiently explained himself with sound reasoning, but as the questions grew more numerous and increasingly bizarre, the young wizard gradually became impatient. He resorted to the same tactic he used when replying to letters, repeating his prepared lines like a phonograph.
Fortunately, Class 08-1 of Astronomy had