In the crowd, Bai Xiao's gaze swept over the other students in the elite class.
Everyone was brimming with confidence, eager to try, their eyes betraying a fighting spirit. The elite class students present were all selected from training classes of twenty to thirty people, and could be described as shining talents standing out from the rest. Talents possess their own confidence and pride, and rarely concede defeat easily.
Among them, Chu Ming was the most confident.
This young man, who seemed to have already mastered the art of Sandboxing, had a striking power of at least 170kg, and had already defeated the instructor of his class during the training period. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his gaze looking at the others with disdain; his intense desire to win was unabashedly displayed. Finally, his eyes clashed with Bai Xiao's.
"Later, I will give you a good lesson," he said.
Chu Ming's smile turned cold, his expression seemingly carrying a hint of provocation.
