Liao Yuan had arrived with majestic pomp, but at a single word—"Scram!"—from Qin Fan, he fled in disgrace like a pardoned convict, his uniform soaked in cold sweat.
On the vast field, only the seventeen soldiers remained, their minds reeling in pure shock. What on earth just happened? Just who was this larger-than-life figure who had been slapping their faces and whipping them moments ago? A casual half-move sent a Middle Stage Dark Energy master flying several meters. He made an elder bow in humble respect. A single word, "Scram," sent Liao Yuan scrambling away in utter panic. Who the hell was this monster? And he was supposed to be the instructor to help them escape last place?
For a moment, seventeen pairs of eyes were transfixed on Qin Fan, unblinking and completely still.
