Time flew by in the heavy silence.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Wu Shangfeng opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over every face below the platform.
He raised a hand and gently tapped the lectern.
TAP.
The light sound landed like a heavy hammer, striking everyone in the heart.
In that instant, an oppressive aura—heavy as a mountain and unique to High-level Martial Artists—enveloped the entire Martial Arts Room.
"Time's up,"
he said, his face expressionless and his voice ice-cold.
"Although you ultimately met the objectives for this combat mission, I am very dissatisfied."
"Qin Feng."
He called the first name.
"You're first. Reflect on the mistakes you made during this battle."
As soon as he said this, an uproar erupted in the Martial Arts Room.
Everyone's stunned gazes turned to the figure standing at the very front of the line.
In the eyes of the vast majority, Qin Feng was the undisputed Savior of this mission.
