Clap! Clap! Clap!
Hasya struck his palms together repeatedly. Fyar, Zaefal, Illya, and Rasie immediately shifted their gazes toward the source of the sound. Hasya stood tall.
"Alright, alright, alright."
Hasya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His shoulders dropped. He spread his arms to the side for a moment before looking at his students one by one.
"Whoa, you guys are truly great. Seriously."
Hasya shook his head slowly.
"I did not expect you to defeat me at thirty percent and almost match me at fifty percent."
He raised his eyebrows as high as possible. His pupils dilated as he looked at Fyar and the others in turn.
"Honestly, I am very surprised because this was beyond my expectations."
"What did you expect then?" Rasie asked. She stood tall with her breath still ragged. Her face looked exhausted. "Don't tell me you expected us to lose in an instant? Like ready, go, and then it is just over?"
