At this moment, under the Head of the Court's orders, the C Institute disciples divided into five factions and stepped into the Brawl Forest.
Tang Le nodded to Long Chen, then flipped over and leaped, landing directly in front of them all. Seeing this, the expressions on the disciples' faces changed slightly.
"Senior Brother Tang, what is the meaning of this?" one of the group leaders asked, his brow furrowed.
The other four leaders didn't speak, but they were all on high alert, as if facing a formidable foe. Tang Le was, after all, the strongest Senior Brother of the C Institute. Despite their numbers, the five factions had no desire to provoke him. The most important thing was Tang Le's Constitution. Losing to him was one thing, but if he turned them into idiots, their futures would be over.
"My apologies, junior brothers and sisters," Tang Le said, raising his hand and forming seals. His Battle qi skyrocketed.
