Niu Bai also scratched the back of his head, looking at Su Yu with a troubled expression:
"Young Master Su Yu, isn't this... a little too..."
He wanted to say "overconfident," but feared offending him, so he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Su Yu waved a hand, however, and looked calmly at Bai Chenxiang, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty:
"I'm not looking down on you. I simply think competing this way will make it more interesting to watch."
Bai Chenxiang met those eyes of his, which seemed to hold everything within their grasp, and her competitive spirit blazed to life.
"Fine! Since you insist, it would be impolite of me to refuse!"
With that, she stopped hesitating, drew a deep breath, and quietly circulated her Soul Power.
Her feet tapped lightly against the ground, and she shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.
She raced toward the Bai Xianglin pastry shop in the city, her figure vanishing around the corner of the Training Ground in an instant.
Tai Long looked in the direction she had disappeared, then back at Su Yu, stamping his feet in agitation:
"Teacher Su Yu, you..."
Su Yu raised a hand and glanced at the sky, however, a faint smile playing on his lips as he drawled:
"What's the hurry? There are still five minutes."
Yang Hu and Tai Long exchanged a glance, each seeing disbelief in the other's eyes.
Just what gave Su Yu such confidence in this contest?
The five minutes soon passed. Seeing that it was about time, Niu Bai hurried to remind Su Yu.
"Young Master Su Yu, the five minutes are up."
Su Yu rose from the stone chair beside him and stretched, his joints giving faint cracks.
He rotated his wrists and ankles