Liao Ji's words made Marshal Wen's liver hurt with anger.
"You graduates are so arrogant, like frogs in a well. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll remember.
"I, Marshal Wen, do not fight nameless individuals. State your name!"
Marshal Wen gritted his teeth.
He's naturally irritable, and such merciless mockery really fired him up.
Of course, Marshal Wen wasn't foolish; a student behind handed him a wooden sword, a weapon was essential.
Although a wooden sword isn't as effective as a blade, the opponent still has exams to take, a light punishment would suffice, no need to draw blood.
He must make this group understand what combat technique is.
"I am Liao Ji!"
Liao Ji took a fighting glove from his pocket and put it on.
Usually, practicing with a blade, the friction between palm and hilt is painful, so Liao Ji always carries some gloves.
"So you are Liao Ji, the only one in the potential class able to use combat techniques, no wonder you're so arrogant.
