Inside were the files he had compiled on his thirty-six students.
If this information fell into enemy hands, it would spell utter disaster for these children.
For an entire day.
Wen Xingtian's furious roars were all that could be heard.
"Empty flourishes! Fucking empty flourishes, every last one! Who was your teacher at martial school? They're ruining their students!"
"Zhen Piaopiao, where the fuck did you pick up that nasty habit of tossing your hair at every opportunity? What more do you want to do with those few long strands? Do it again, and you're shaving your head after class! Are you here to study or to flirt?!"
"Xiang Bing! Now that your inner demon's gone, you've started courting death? Is your Xiang Family's domineering spirit just charging in headfirst without a care?"
"Can't you learn from Li Chenglong? His foundations were more than a notch below yours, but now his strength is more than a notch above yours! Have you got any shame left? Can you leave your old Xiang Family a shred of dignity? I truly feel sorry for Xiang Kuangren! No worthy successor-not a single one!"
"Pi Yibao! Where are your legs? Are they broken? Don't you know how to kick? You won't strike because you're sparring with a girl? Where did you pick up this rotten habit of cherishing fragrant flowers and tender jade?! Believe me, I'll castrate you and strip you of the equipment to cherish them ever again!"
"Meng Changjun, what's with lifting your back leg when you thrust your sword? Are you fucking imitating a dog taking a piss?! Should I give you the nickname 'One-Sword Pisser' so the whole world can hear about your heroic bearing?"
"Hao Han! Why did you retreat just now? Is that sword in your hand the only