In the past, at this time, Yan Kai would definitely speak out in agreement.

But now, he seemed to be frozen, staring blankly at Yu Changying and others on the high platform.

"Okay, no problem!" Zhuge Youlin waved his hand and said with heroic spirit.

"Suppress your cultivation? Sure! What's your cultivation level? Huh...how come the highest one is only at the eighth level of the Earthly Realm? Dean, are there any talented disciples in the academy who haven't come out yet? Call them out quickly!"

Zhuge Youlin looked at Dean Xuanyun with dissatisfaction.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell into an eerie silence.

Dean Xuanyun: “…” Can I say that each session is getting worse than the previous one?

I remember when the Shura team first entered the Western Region Academy, the one with the highest cultivation level at that time was Yin Siyan, who was at the third level of the Heavenly Grade Realm.

And some disciples broke through to the Heavenly Grade Realm.

The person with the highest cultivation level now is Yan Kai, but he is only at the eighth level of the Earth Realm.

Wen Yuchu said helplessly, "Yulin, suppress your cultivation to the fifth level of the Earth Grade Realm."

Zhuge Youlin finally reacted. He scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed awkwardly a few times.

"I didn't know you were so weak."

Everyone: “…”

"Okay! I have suppressed my cultivation to the fifth level of the Earth Realm." Zhuge Youlin looked at them, then looked around the martial arts field.

There is still room to spare.

Zhuge Youlin said to all the disciples present: "Come on together, it will save time."

Everyone's expression changed slightly.

Even Dean Xuanyun was shocked.

Wenren Qiu, Long Xun, Bai Qinglan and other disciples' faces darkened. He was simply humiliating them.

You think you can deal with all of them with just the fifth level of Earth Realm cultivation?

Too rampant!

The total number of disciples at the Western Region Academy is more than 3,000.

One against three thousand.

How is that possible?!

Yu Changying raised an eyebrow and said, "The sparring is about to begin. Our instructor Zhuge is ready. Be careful... don't get dismembered."

Dean Xuanyun knew Zhuge Youlin's fighting style, so when he heard the word "dismemberment", he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Don't cripple them." Dean Xuanyun said weakly to Zhuge Youlin.

Zhuge Youlin patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Dean Xuanyun: “…” It’s precisely because of what you do that I’m worried.

Below, Wenren Qiu said gloomily, "You underestimate us too much!"

How could he not feel aggrieved?

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been regarded as a favored child of heaven and admired by others. Now that he is looked down upon by them, he naturally feels unhappy.

Zhuge Youlin took a few steps forward and grinned, "When I count to three, two, one, the sparring will begin."

All the disciples' faces changed in shock when they heard this. They quickly dispersed and summoned their weapons.

"three."

At this moment, the thirty disciples in the first class looked at each other.

"two."

The first group of disciples summoned their weapons, then stepped forward and headed towards Zhuge Youlin.

"one."

As soon as the words fell, all the disciples below seemed to be frozen in time.

Countless translucent spiritual threads were like spider webs, weaving back and forth, tightly sticking to their skin. As long as they moved slightly, the spiritual threads would cut through their flesh.

Even the lifeline.

A deadly aura seemed to be spreading.

Dean Xuanyun and others were standing on the high platform, so they could see it clearly, and were even more shocked. They stared at the scene in amazement.

The red-haired boy stood on the platform, the breeze blowing his red hair.

His eyes were cold and fierce.

"You can belittle me, but you can't belittle Team Shura."