"Third-grade realm, such strength, this junior brother is truly... terrifyingly powerful," said the short-haired girl on the ninth floor.
Wang Wei nodded in agreement.
......
Without a mid-level martial artist, the four classes in the vast universe were no match for Su Yu's strength.
After passing through these four classes.
He also encountered an opponent at the mid-grade level.
Jump up to the sixth floor.
The teacher in charge proactively asked, "Shall we continue?"
"Continue." Su Yu looked at the senior brothers of the Yellow Class.
The words fell.
The scene was silent as the low-grade martial artist fought against the mid-grade martial artist, continuing the fight of one against ten.
This is absolutely insane.
But upon seeing who was making the challenge, everyone inexplicably felt that it was reasonable, very reasonable!
"Junior Brother Su Yu, are you sure you want to continue fighting ten opponents at once?" the third-year senior sister asked again.
Su Yu nodded.
Without further hesitation, everyone jumped onto the arena.
On the ninth floor, a senior student frowned and said, "A prodigy may be a prodigy, but isn't it a bit too arrogant for a low-grade martial artist to fight ten mid-grade martial artists at the same time?"
"It's nothing. I'm invincible among my peers, invincible against the students one year higher, and now I'm fighting against two years higher. I've taken on ten students at once and made it through four classes in a row. I'd be just as arrogant if I were in your shoes!"
"Indeed, we can't just stop halfway through the fight and have you take turns!"
“That makes sense! After all, they’re young, they have to grit their teeth and keep pretending.”
The seniors immediately expressed their understanding.
The two grade directors smiled to the side.
Today, we'll show these kids the awe-inspiring power of the Tianjiao Era.
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