Zhu Zhuqing looked at a certain someone.
A wicked smile curled faintly at the corners of her lips as she said:
"It seems someone isn't happy with me being captain. I'll give you all a chance today. If anyone else objects and thinks I'm bullying the weak with my higher soul power level, I can fight them at the same level. Whoever wins can have my position."
Tang San's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed. He didn't want to lose face a second time that day.
Xiao Wu was itching to try, too, but one smiling glance from Zhu Zhuqing took all the wind out of her sails.
Ning Rongrong, Jiang Zhu, and Ling Dang had no objections and expressed their wholehearted support.
Tai Long let out a hearty laugh, then boldly stepped forward. He stared straight at Zhu Zhuqing, clearly eager to challenge her, and was already cracking his knuckles.
Zhu Zhuqing feigned surprise. "Oh? You want to challenge me?"
Tai Long nodded, his face brimming with confidence. "You said it yourself-same soul power level. Don't start bawling and go back on your word when you lose."
Holding back a laugh, Zhu Zhuqing said, "Would you like to race or fight? Or perhaps compete in theoretical knowledge?"
The mere thought of theoretical knowledge made Tai Long's head buzz. He thumped his sturdy chest. "Who wants to race you? Of course we're fighting. What, are you scared?"
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong snickered behind them. This big lug actually wanted to fight Zhu Zhuqing. He was practically begging for a beating. One look at Zhu Zhuqing's expression told them she planned to make an example of someone to establish her authority.
Zhu Zhuqing pretended to hesitate, her gaze wavering. "Uh... do you want to do it here in the Mimicry