As all eyes turned to him, Zhao Rui smiled calmly, took a step out from the line, and said, "I'd be happy to oblige!"
"What an act. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was some kind of master."
"What's he even trying to prove, forcing his way onto the Martial Arts Team? He's not even a real Martial Arts Student anymore."
"Who knows!"
"I heard he's Luo Min's old classmate. You think maybe..."
"Could be. He really doesn't know his place."
A flurry of whispers immediately broke out among the freshmen. In the vast Martial Arts Arena, the autumn wind rustled, its faint whistling mingling with the indistinct buzzing of their voices.
"Zhao Rui, you joined the Martial Arts Team a few months before them, but your foundation is weak, so don't feel any pressure."
"Ge Wenlei, Zhao Rui, you two come up and have a sparring match. Pay attention to the rules..."
Seeing the situation unfold, Wang Zhanshan nodded. He spoke up, granting the freshmen's request.
