C30 You Are Not Worthy to Teach Me!

Upon hearing this, Hino Le gave a nod and turned his gaze to Yang Ming.

"Sure, you're free to refuse. But if you do, you'll need to follow the rules: retract your statement and apologize to everyone here."

"Refuse? As if he's even worthy of that!"

Yang Ming offered a slight smile, his eyes settling on Oka Seita as he spoke with a calm detachment.

"Besides, I think there's been a misunderstanding. If you want to challenge me, feel free to come at me all at once. I'm pressed for time."

The room erupted in laughter at Yang Ming's declaration.

"Is this guy concussed? Does he even understand the words coming out of his mouth?"

"Who can say? All of us against him, and Oka Seita's not fit to fight? This dude's lost his mind!"

"Exactly. Anyone who talks like that is either a lunatic or... well, a lunatic."

The laughter grew as everyone sneered at Yang Ming.

Their memory of him was vague at best, particularly since he always sat in the back row, silent, buried in his books—more reticent even than Chang Jiaye across from him.

Some had completely forgotten he existed.

Had he not vanished suddenly, many wouldn't even recall who he was!

Now, with his outrageous claim, he was the butt of the joke.

"Us, take you on all at once? Gekka Ming, you've got some nerve. But I'm not here to talk. Defeat me first, then we'll see."

Oka Seita smirked, eyeing Yang Ming as he assumed a fighting stance.

"As I said, you're not on my level to spar with me."

Yang Ming's voice remained even as he faced Oka Seita.

"Oka Seita, I can't stand this anymore. Take this kid down quick, or I'm stepping in!"

A six-year-old boy burst out, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Kid, you're going down!"

With a menacing laugh, Oka Seita cut the chatter and spun into action, launching a flying kick.

They all practiced the same basic techniques taught by Hino Le—Body Replacement, Clone, and Shapeshifting Techniques—without any offensive Ninja Techniques. Yet, each person's physical abilities varied. Oka Seita, a prodigy despite his young age, had a physique more akin to that of an eleven or twelve-year-old. His strength, augmented by the refined Chakra, was significantly greater.

With the honing of real combat experience, he had developed a formidable presence. His flying kick was lightning-fast, delivering a strike with unparalleled ferocity.

He launched a flying kick at Yang Ming!

"Humph!"

Yang Ming offered a slight smile, remaining motionless in his spot. As the kick came hurtling towards him, he simply sidestepped, evading the blow without shifting his stance in the slightest.

"You've got some skill, which explains the arrogance!"

Oka Seita let out a cold laugh when his kick missed its mark. Gathering strength in his legs, he launched another, even swifter flying kick!

Yet, no matter how fast Oka Seita was, Yang Ming dodged with ease. After a flurry of moves, Yang Ming hadn't budged an inch, still standing in his initial position, while Oka Seita was left gasping for air, his energy waning.

"Roar!"

Frustrated, Oka Seita let out a ferocious roar as he harnessed a surge of Chakra from within, then charged at Yang Ming with renewed vigor.

He used the Chakra to briefly amplify his physical abilities, creating a powerful assault.

Growing impatient from his prolonged offensive, he decided to go all out with a decisive strike to finish the fight!

"I told you, with your level of skill, you're not even qualified to spar with me!"

Yang Ming watched the oncoming attack, his smile unwavering. He lifted his palm, ready to counter with his own move.