The air turned hostile.
Thousands of students glared at Neo.
Neo didn't shrink back.
He welcomed their ire.
"What?
"Why are you all looking at me like that?
"Is it because I called you losers?"
Neo swept his gaze around the hall.
He saw clenched fists, strained expressions, and the hundreds of auras waiting to explode.
"You called me a fraud, a weakling... What about you who are ranked below me?"
Neo smirked.
"Useless trash that can't be recycled. That's what you all are. Someone who lost to a weakling."
Their angry expression made Neo smile.
'That's right. Get angry.'
'You must be hoping for a chance to prove you aren't a trash.'
'But…'
'You all know I won against Morrigan even if I used traps.'
'There is no way you can defeat who triumphed over her.'
'All of you need to train, to become stronger, if you want to defeat me and...'
