Thinking of this, Luo Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

As Wang Zheng watched as Teacher Qu Jianshuang's figure reappeared in the distance, he took two steps back without changing his expression and chuckled.

"Black Yama, you've gone too far!"

Just then, a loud shout came from the end of the training field.

Suddenly, Teacher Qu Jianshuang, wielding two swords, rushed over from a distance, his face filled with murderous intent.

Wang Zheng immediately retreated to the sidelines to state his position.

He didn't actually care whether he went to the strength class or the healing class. Now that his great strength had been exposed, it didn't matter whether he pretended to be a healer or not.

He came here simply because the strength class was full of tall, muscular men, and he wanted to build good relationships so that he could easily find people to spar with in the future.

But to his surprise, he was immediately noticed by Luo Yan as soon as he arrived.

He retreated to the edge of the venue before sitting down and quietly observing the situation.

Teacher Qu was enveloped in white light, seemingly empowered by some kind of supernatural ability. She wielded her two short swords with breathtaking skill, each attack leaving a trail of white light, a truly beautiful sight.

On the other hand, Black Yama was unarmed, without any weapons or anything else around him, and was immediately defeated and forced to flee all over the place.

Along the way, there were also words like "If you're so capable, let me bring you weapons and we'll fight again. Taking advantage of someone's misfortune doesn't make you a hero. It's just a small matter, no need to resort to knives and guns," which made everyone laugh and the training ground was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Wang Zheng, meanwhile, sat cross-legged in the distance, watching the two mentors battle it out, or rather, one-sidedly beating them up. He was thoroughly enjoying the show, almost as if he was about to pull out a handful of sunflower seeds to crack open.