Lu Mang's single sentence left the Martial Arts Class students utterly humiliated.
Inevitably, a few of them piped up to argue and make excuses.
"He's looking for the best, and you guys are from the Soul Class, aren't you?"
"That's right, that's right, it says so in the rankings. Aren't you guys ranked super high?"
"What's wrong? You're Soul Class students, but now you've chickened out? Too scared to even admit it?"
As their voices rang out one after another, Lu Mang's contempt only grew.
However, the first-year student leading the group extended a hand to Rong Taotao, who was standing outside the doorway. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Zhao Tang."
This first-year student, Zhao Tang, had strong brows and large eyes—a truly handsome and imposing figure.
Rong Taotao looked a little surprised. He had assumed the guy was here to cause trouble, but... 'Huh, he's actually pretty polite?'
He looked at Zhao Tang's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then shook it.
