"Since the instructor is bold enough to challenge us, we won't hold back." The trainees laughed maliciously, then they all started to surround Ye Fan, ready to attack.
The term 'instructor' was called out with strong sarcasm.
More than thirty people couldn't all take action at once; the narrow battlefield limited them.
Only a series of one-on-one matches could be fought, and those at the front couldn't wait to make their move.
Like tigers descending the mountain, they charged with a unique kingly aura.
Ye Fan moved swiftly as lightning, his solitary kick, amidst dodging and leaping, was strikingly prominent, yet to the trainees it was terrifying.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Consecutive thuds sounded, accompanied by the roar of feet striking flesh. Figures flew into the air, their screams echoing as several silhouettes crashed into the mud pit.
