Time passed quickly. Angelo had led the old disciples to the competition place and waited.
"Why haven't these new disciples come yet? Are they afraid?"
"Hahaha, this year's new disciples have the guts to challenge us!"
"You are right. I feel that these new disciples are all crazy!"
Several old disciples were waiting, mocking the fantasy of the new disciples.
With a fierce look on his face, Angelo listened to the voices around him and did not stop them. He just sneered at the right time.
These hateful new disciples.
They must let them know how weak the new disciples were.
The new disciples, who were hated by the old disciples, were extremely happy at this moment.
Vincent, with blue hair, led his companions and stood in front of the new disciples.
Everyone looked at the cold new disciple curiously.