"Alright." Zhou Jing nodded.
He had originally planned to find an opportunity to perform on stage. Because Tang Liu was more or less an acquaintance, he was too embarrassed to undermine him. Now that he had been chased out by his instructor, it was just right for him.
Zhou Jing took out a training saber from the weapon rack and slowly walked onto the arena.
"My name is Chen Rong. I have Class A potential." The freshman introduced himself and suppressed his excitement. He shouted, "Let's go!"
"You want me to attack first?" Zhou Jing pointed the tip of his blade at himself.
"Yeah."
Chen Rong nodded. It was not that he was being arrogant. Although he felt that Zhou Jing was a pushover, he also believed that Zhou Jing must have some special skills to be specially selected by the faculty. Being the weakest did not mean that he had no combat strength at all.