What does the thrill of spectating turn into? The Second Year Fire A Class students might not have known before, but today, they felt it themselves—a feeling they never expected to harbor.

That overconfident transfer student from Fire D Class had actually come here to challenge their Fire A Class’s Four Kings.

How utterly presumptuous! To them, a class like Fire D was beneath their notice.

Jiang Huoer coming here was pure folly. Everyone was busy preparing for the Midsummer Grand Battle; who had time to spare for someone so vastly inferior?

What stage was this boy at again? ...Seemed like only Initial Stage of Second Phase—a trash-tier strength, utterly worthless.

Even the weakest student in Fire A Class had reached Phase Two Sixth Level. To the onlookers, someone like Jiang Huoer was purely a joke.

No one knew why he’d come to the Four Kings.

"Oho! What’s a trash-class student doing here?" a guy with a ridiculous, fidgeting expression shouted exaggeratedly.

"Since when did Class D students become so shameless? How amusing~" This person had not an ounce of goodwill.

"Kid, this territory isn’t open to just anyone. Don’t you know that?" His words dripped with hostility.

"Seriously, these days even stray cats and dogs have grown bold. I don’t know what’s wrong with GCD Divine Mechanism Academy. We’re destined to lead this world—what is this kid anyway?"

"Exactly! It’s laughable. At his age and grade, still only at Initial Stage of Second Phase? He’s probably worse than many kids. How did someone like you even get into our school? Hilarious, heh." The tone remained hostile.

The words were about to escalate to personal insults.

"I say, let’s skip the talk. A good beating will teach him how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

Amidst the chattering voices, Jiang Huoer couldn’t understand these people. What right did they have to insult others?

How ridiculous. Who were they to judge?

"Your class is hogging too much space. Our training ground is way too small. I’m here to negotiate—we want equal territory."

"Hah?!" The expression was exactly what Jiang Huoer expected. Zhu XiuRong’s earlier look had already said a lot.

Those guys probably thought his visit would be futile. Knowing the outcome wouldn’t be good, they tried every way to stop him.

But should he really not act just because the result might be bad? Of course not.

Regardless of the outcome—and it’s still unknown—if he didn’t act, how would he ever know?

"This is unfair to us!" Huor shouted these words in an especially loud voice.

"We’re all students of Divine Machinery High School. Why do you get so many more privileges? This isn’t fair at all!"

His voice was loud—not earth-shattering, but enough for everyone present to hear. And because the training ground was so empty, Huor’s voice carried to every corner.

"Ah—?!" The Fire A Class students first looked utterly confused, then— "HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!" Laughter erupted.

"Fair? You’re talking about fairness to us? Are you out of your mind, kid?!"

The same boy who had mocked Huor from the start now took the lead again. He seemed to act as the Four Kings’ spokesperson—if the Four Kings stayed silent, he handled everything for Fire A Class.

This boy was the type who was always ‘asking for it’—sticking his nose into everything, wanting to control everything, showing off his greatness. If there was a fitting phrase, it was ‘a fox borrowing the tiger’s might’.

"There’s no absolute fairness in this world. It’s survival of the fittest. The stronger you are, the more you enjoy. Your Class D’s performance—is that even human? HAHAHAHA! It’s not, it’s a joke!"

The boy’s face was full of contempt.

"I’m truly ashamed for you. If I were you, I’d have quit the path of War God Mark cultivation and gone back to being ordinary. Look at what you’re doing, HAHAHAHA! Stop joking around! Could it be you’re not ashamed but proud? HAHAHAHA!"

The malicious laughter continued, growing even more intense.

He probably wanted to humiliate Jiang Huoer thoroughly. Such an opportunity was rare; if not seized now, when would he get another?

"When you say that, I feel ashamed for you too."

The boy had expected that after his words, Jiang Huoer would slink back to Class D’s camp in shame. But reality wasn’t like that.

"Didn’t your parents teach you to show basic respect to everyone, no matter who they are or when?" Huor calmly spoke his heart.

"Someone like you, who doesn’t respect others, dares to cultivate the War God Mark? Spewing filth, your mouth is utterly foul. You’re the real disgrace to us War God Mark Cultivators."

"You! You! You! What are you saying!" The boy was furious, trembling all over. He’d probably never been insulted like this in his life, so his face flushed deeply.

"Isn’t it true? A guy with such a poisonous mouth, nagging and whining. So what if you’re in Class A? So what if you’re strong? So what if you cultivate the War God Mark better than us? Even our nation’s leaders aren’t War God Mark cultivators—by that logic, they’re nothing? How ridiculous are you? In the future, you’ll still work for leaders, for ordinary people. Where does your superiority complex come from? It’s so laughable."

Huor’s words came out like machine-gun fire.