A Slap in the Face

Three young men were watching the match while seated in an area with a wide view. One of the young men with a brush cut clapped his hands suddenly and shouted in excitement, "It's getting down!

"Brother Xiao, I think Feng Yiliang is gonna win!"

Sitting next to him was a good-looking young man wearing a blue shirt and a designer's watch. Putting on a faint smile, the young man said, "Feng's taming skill is at the sixth rank and is one of the Top 5 students in our year. Taming this fifth-rank Shortwinged Tiger that is not particularly violent shouldn't take him more than 10 minutes."

The young man with the brush cut forced a smile. "Brother Xiao, don't make a judgment according to your crazy standards. This Shortwinged Tiger is not violent… Remember never to say this back in school. The other students would be pissed!" I don't think a fifth-rank taming skill could have contained the tiger. I might fail if I were up there on the stage.