Who Are You Calling a Bastard?

Her cold gaze was like a blade as it shot towards the guy. He was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a white robe with silver-gray armor faintly visible inside. He carried a heavy sword on his back and stood with his arms crossed, staring at Beiting Huang with a mocking gaze.

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Beiting Huang took a step forward, and a powerful aura pushed in that direction. Caught off guard, the young man was pushed back by the wave-like aura, and his companions were thrown out.

"F*ck, you're awesome!" The young man who fell to the ground praised sincerely.

"You're scolding…"

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful pressure pressed down on everyone. His heart skipped a beat. The young man turned around and saw that the academy's instructor was floating in the air. He gestured towards them. "Quiet. Now, on behalf of the academy, I will announce the things to take note of during this year's freshmen training!"