Jiang Ding came out, greeted by a chorus of cheers.
"Pretty impressive, kiddo!"
Sun Xiao and the other boys clustered around him, slapping his shoulder, "You've pulled one back for us."
"We're secure in the top ten."
"That's good enough. We're not cut out for these one-on-one face-offs, being in the top ten is enough. We'll make them cry in the actual combat examination."
Someone offered consolation.
"Yeah, that's good."
Jiang Ding couldn't help but laugh and cry at his classmates' buoyant spirits, making him seem fragile, as if he would jump off a building if he lost next.
"Tch! Dream on!"
People from No.7 High School scoffed at their optimism.
"We've got Li Tie at Qi Practicing Level 8. You think you can thrash us? Keep dreaming. And as for you guys securing a top-ten spot in the Internal Qi Realm, that remains to be seen. Nothing but scared turtles!"
"Heh, tough talk, blind man calling us scared turtles?"
