"What audacity, to openly provoke at the Long Yan Academy selection. Do they truly think Anyun Country has no one?!"
"They even flaunt their Shangyue prowess. Such arrogance, do they not realize where they are!"
"If we don't teach them a harsh lesson today, where is the dignity of Anyun Country."
The crowd boiled with righteous anger, their curses loud and clear.
Not just ordinary citizens, even the instructors like Long Congyuan showed a hint of rage in their eyes. They, too, are An Yun people; Anyun's dignity is also their dignity. How can they allow such provocation?
"A bunch of useless wretches, if you want to prove Anyun Country's might, then come up and try!" A robust young swordsman next to Yue Fanchen shouted loudly.
This swordsman was Long Ya, who had once been defeated by Mu Hanyan.
"Alright then, let me witness the skills of the Shangyue strongmen." With an angry roar, a young swordsman leapt out from the crowd.
