บท 167: Confer A Title?

The stadium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The scary pressure bore down on every freshman.

Under the presence of the middle-aged man, some freshmen started to have difficulty breathing. They couldn't help but bend down their backs.

All the freshmen were supporting themselves with difficulty. Wang Teng looked at their pale faces and touched his chin thoughtfully.

Should he learn from them and give a pained expression too?

If he appeared too relaxed, he would seem a little out of place!

Just as he was thinking about this, he felt a few gazes landing on his body. He couldn't help but turn his head.

"Huh?"

Wang Teng saw a few freshmen who looked a little serious. But, besides this, they didn't show any discomfort.

These freshmen might not be martial warriors, but their ability definitely exceeded that of advanced stage martial disciples.