The alien race stood fifty or sixty meters away, their gaze challenging and filled with killing intent as they faced the crowd's attention.
Undisguised killing intent.
The national college Glory Battle held every two years was impossible for the alien race to be unaware of, and they were also very clear about the arrival of the human race.
The three guys a few dozen meters away were obviously there to monitor.
"Get back!"
"Human trash, come and we will kill you!"
"Those white bones will be your end."
The taunting words of the alien race came from afar.
In Lin Feng's sight, facing their large team, these mere three aliens showed no sign of fear; instead, they were extremely arrogant, continually threatening them.
"What a bunch of gibberish! It's terrible to hear."
Facing the arrogant aliens, a middle-aged man let out a dissatisfied curse.
In Martial Arts University, the alien language was a compulsory course, and some basic language and writing skills must be mastered.
