Brant Fairbanks stood at the boundary.
He looked up ahead.
A team of men, full of murderous intent, was rushing over.
In the distance, Julius Reed remained silent, ready to observe.
Brant Fairbanks knew his thoughts clearly, but it was apparent that this Dean underestimated the resolve of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, underestimated the power of the Bai Long Alliance.
Even if they lost this first battle, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wouldn't lose too badly.
Perhaps, Brant Fairbanks was too confident in those academy disciples who were improved.
Not everyone is Julius Reed.
The strong remain strong.
Weaklings can never reach the top in a single bound.
"Children, the time to show your strength has come!"
Brant Fairbanks gripped his sword with some excitement.
"Dean, we'll take the lead. If the enemy is too strong, then you can step in!"
The academy disciples, having been reformed, were eager and brimming with mysterious confidence.
