Tang San had been feeling miserable lately.
He had shamelessly fawned over Teacher Zhou Yi, hoping to win her favor, and just when success seemed within reach, her temper had abruptly changed. Every day, she wore a cold face and made them train harder without end. Even Tang San, who had endured Grandmaster's extreme training ten thousand years ago, was struggling to cope.
Thud!
His footing gave way, and he finally collapsed.
As a rank-fourteen Soul Master, even with the Mysterious Heaven Skill bolstering his physique, he could not compare to Lan Ruoruo and Lan Susu, who were Soul Grandmasters.
So after Wang Dong left, his strength hardly qualified him to be class monitor. If his bootlicking had not struck Zhou Yi right in the heart, he would probably still have been a mere bystander in the class.
"Tang San!" Zhou Yi looked at Tang San sprawled on the ground. There was little sympathy in her eyes, only disgust. Her voice was sharp and vicious. "Look at what a useless wretch you are. I truly regret making you class monitor. You're dead last even in physical training. If not for the higher-ups, I would have expelled you long ago..."
Zhou Yi folded her arms across her chest, observing everyone's reactions with satisfaction. Her words both demonstrated that she did not bow to authority-even someone sent down by the higher-ups through connections got scolded-and let her show off her own standing.
But everyone was already half-dead from exhaustion. Who had the energy to listen to her?
Within a minute of Tang San collapsing, the others dropped one after another. Beneath their heavy iron armor, sweat soaked into the ground, leaving deep wet patches.
"Useless! Every last one of you!" Zhou Yi sounded displeased.
But seeing that everyone had reached their limits,