Thirty-eight cadets lined up, standing neatly in front of Ye Fan.
Except for Zhang Lu, Shen Tingting, Qian Weiguo, and Gao Qiang, the rest were covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled.
Having personally experienced Ye Fan's strength and witnessed his terrifying prowess, the cadets' arrogant attitudes disappeared completely, replaced by obedience and sincerity.
Each of them had been as unruly as lone wolves, now turned into docile little lambs.
The cadets were thoroughly impressed; in front of Ye Fan, they no longer harbored any trace of arrogance.
Ye Fan's indifferent gaze swept over the cadets. Anyone who caught his eyes felt ashamed and cast their gaze elsewhere.
From the bottom of their hearts, they acknowledged this powerful instructor.
"Are you still unconvinced?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
At this moment, he was standing in front of Yang Shu, who was pouting, her anger not yet dissipated.
