"As for Absolution..."
On the podium, Professor Yao didn't strain to maintain order; he merely tapped the lecture desk, raising his voice slightly: "I believe everyone here knows them more than I, this old man... They've kept the momentum from last year's freshman competition victory, showing a phenomenal level that surpasses most ordinary hunting teams. I think using the somewhat plain term 'super student hunting team' to describe these young Hunters is quite appropriate."
While speaking, he glanced at the back left corner of the classroom.
Whether it was an illusion or not, for a moment, Zheng Qing felt the aura of the projection on the podium grew more robust, and its gaze became more lively.
As if the professor's gaze had truly swept over them.
