The trainees finally found an opportunity to hit Ye Fan to assert their own self-esteem. Each one stared at Ye Fan with ill intentions and mocked him. In their eyes, Ye Fan had misspoken; otherwise, he wouldn't have been arrogant enough to challenge all of them.
This time, there were a total of thirty-eight trainees, each one a local elite, an absolute ace.
Everyone's strength was undeniable, each stronger than the last, all top-notch experts in their respective fields.
Apart from Yang Shu and Zhang Kui in the mud pit, as well as Zhang Lu, Shen Tingting, Qian Weiguo, and Gao Qiang, there were still thirty-two elite experts left. Ye Fan wanting to take on thirty-two people single-handedly was simply asking for trouble.
One against thirty-two, what kind of concept is that? How could the trainees not be full of confidence?
Thus, everyone eyed Ye Fan with a fierce glare, laughing and provoking him, eager to see Ye Fan admit defeat.
