There were two fields in the Westmountain Academy, which were now split into 18 areas. Right now, Xuanyuan Po was standing in the competition ground for group A, stretching out his body and slowly warming up, waiting for his turn.
"Aren't you going to watch how the others fight?"
An examinee, who was also waiting at the side, felt a little shy to speak to Sun Mo. After all, Sun Mo's reputation was too great, and it'd easily make others mistaken that he was lowering his stance and trying to curry up to Sun Mo. Therefore, he decided to talk to Xuanyuan Po instead.
Xuanyuan Po threw a glance at this short-haired examinee and didn't say anything.
"..."
The short-haired examinee's countenance turned a little grim as he had been ignored.
(At least one-third of the examinees who can reach this stage have the chance of becoming 2-star great teachers, so you should give some basic respect, alright?)
