Teresa blinked and curiously looked at Rod.
Meanwhile, Rod was being fiercely scolded by Soron, "You stinking brat, don't get cocky. You're no match for any captain here. If it weren't for the King's orders, you would be the only one in the Top Class who hasn't graduated!"
Infuriated, Rod retorted, "Don't you dare underestimate me. I've changed a lot, no one is my match. In a few days, neither will you."
Soron was infuriated.
"Kid, there's a limit to conceit! Training halt! Everyone, gather around! Teresa, go spar with him."
A cheer instantly erupted across the spacious training ground.
Thirty-three squad captains and one hundred seventy combatants all convened.
Reslin sympathetically patted his shoulder, "Brother, I support you in spirit."
Beowood laughed, "Teresa is the pride of North City. Even though you're our great hero, when it comes to the gap in sheer power... I hope you understand."
The others were even more vocal, eagerly anticipating the spectacle.
