Headhunting from the Nine Greats

Although Xuanyuan Po had some flaws in his personality, his talent was too outstanding. It was like those ordinary people would instantly know he was a genius just by looking at him.

The teachers of the Black-White Academy applauded, and the students were already eyeing Xuanyuan Po like how tigers would eye their prey, wanting to measure themselves against him.

This was the spirit of students from famous schools. When they encountered experts with stronger talent than them, they wouldn't feel dispirited or discouraged. Rather, they would be thinking about how to defeat their opponent.

A defeat wasn't terrifying. What was terrifying was when the loser didn't reflect on themself and didn't want to improve.

Miao Ze stood beside Fu Yanqing and spoke with a face filled with agony and embarrassment, "Teacher, I've lost!"