Blocked by Bi Xia's few words, Du Zizun only felt like he couldn't save face. He didn't have the gratitude and respect the old trainees did for Bi Xia; he just felt like he was getting schooled by a junior who was younger than him, even though this junior's aura completely suppressed him.
However, right now Du Zizun felt like two school bullies had clashed, and there was no room for retreat.
Du Zizun coldly glanced at Du Han, whose face looked grim, and sneered disdainfully at Bi Xia, "What's the point of saying all that?"
"The strong make the rules. In front of the strong, rules, what are they worth?"
Listening to Du Zizun's words, Bi Xia scoffed, his starry eyes lifted indifferently, "Do you think you're one of the strong?"
Du Zizun raised his chin, "Naturally, in the second enhanced training session, we clearly adapted better than those old trainees and always finished faster. In sparring, we've beaten them numerous times."
