"Classmates, we've already won the competition. So, tell me, should we continue?"
Instead of answering the Battalion Commander right away, Zhao Rui turned to face all the students present, gathered his Inner Strength, and said in a booming voice.
Empowered by fifteen years of Inner Strength, his voice rivaled the Martial Arts Arena's loudspeakers, instantly thundering in everyone's ears.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as rays of sunset light poured through the clouds, draping the earth in a golden veil.
Zhao Rui stood in the center of the field, bathed in the sunset glow. His protective gear glinted, reflecting a brilliant light that made him look like a majestic, golden-armored war god.
To hear his voice was to hear thunder crash; to see his form was to witness a god descending to the mortal realm.
For a moment, the sight left everyone dazzled, filled with a sense of awe and admiration.
"Damn, our boy knows how to play the badass!"
