"We all came here specifically to learn. Why would we take time off or turn up late for no reason?" Yue Wen waved his hand again and smiled. "Even if you gave us that right, we wouldn't use it."
"That's true." Xing'er nodded. "Nobody wants it anyway."
"But I'd quite like to see the instructor use those True Dragon Remnant Arts," Qi Dian said.
"Don't be silly," Xing'er said. "What if you really fight him and start winning, and he suddenly uses his Great Dao Projection or unleashes his Seventh Realm cultivation to bully you?"
"Surely not? How could a Dragon Hall instructor do something so inhumane?" Yue Wen asked.
"Who knows?" Xing'er said. "Who doesn't lose their temper when they're getting beaten?"
"Good point. It's too dangerous," Qi Dian agreed.
"Right. Even without those, he could crush us just by pulling out a magical artifact," Yue Wen added.
"..." The veins on Ao Libai's forehead throbbed as he listened. "Stop making malicious assumptions!" he snapped. "Since I said I would suppress my cultivation to spar with you, I absolutely will not release it, nor will I use a Seventh Realm Great Dao Projection or any magical artifacts. Even if you beat me half to death or try to take my life, that will never happen! We East Sea Dragonkin have our pride!"
"Really?" Yue Wen gave him a doubtful glance.
"Whoever goes back on his word is a spineless bastard!" Ao Libai roared.
Even as he spoke, he impatiently suppressed his cultivation. Forming seals with both hands, he shook, and Dao Rhythm descended with a boom. His cultivation was now only at the peak of the Fifth Realm.
But although his cultivation had fallen, his understanding of the Great Dao and his use of his aura still far surpassed