Jiao Tengda couldn't help but gasp, his regional accent slipping out. "Goodness me! So fierce~"
Zhao Tang also looked eager to jump in. Even though his Soul Martial Life had suffered a devastating blow, his nature as a battle fiend hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Zhao Tang wasn't very familiar with Rong Taotao. Back when the semester began, he had gone to the student dorms to issue a challenge, only to be chased off by the dorm matron wielding a broom...
After he joined the Junior Class, they hadn't even exchanged a single word before Rong Taotao left with Gao Lingwei for an expedition.
'I can't believe Rong Taotao's practical combat skills are at this level!'
A desire for battle was written all over Zhao Tang's heroic face as he said, "Not bad. His speed isn't high, but his rhythm is excellent, and his movements are fluid. There are still some issues with the details, but within this Junior Class, he should be considered first-class."
