Chapter 62: Chapter Fifty-Eight: Farewell

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“The path of martial arts is a long race, those who fail to kill you, are bestowing you with experience.” Tang Luo released Pang Yan’s neck, pulled out a handkerchief to clean the trodden chair and sat down to speak.

No matter how unwilling, defeat is still defeat.

No matter how desolate Pang Yan was, he could not change this reality. Furthermore, he needed to adjust his mentality. Currently, he was the only martial artist at the peak of the Mortal Realm in Cultivation Ground N0.7. Therefore, Tang Luo would not allow him to continue wallowing in despair.

“Next is the losers’ group. If you cannot reach the sixth place, the Mortal-grade Battle Armor I promised will indeed be thrown into Lingjiang River,” Tang Luo warned.

Before Tang Luo finished speaking, all the students’ eyes from Cultivation Ground N0.7 were firmly fixed on his face.

Especially Pang Yan, who had been dejected, seemed to find new hope. He looked at Tang Luo incredulously, “In… Instructor… Your meaning is…?”

“Ah, if the losers’ group fails again, I’ll have to return the battle armor to the smelting room.” Tang Luo casually mentioned, as he crushed the handkerchief which he used to wipe the chair and stuffed it into his bosom.

“Long live the Instructor!”

Suddenly, a cheer that echoed across the cultivation ground erupted from the resting area of Cultivation Ground N0.7. The aristocratic children who were watching them were puzzled; the cheers made it appear as if they were the winners.

With the battle armor as motivation, the students were suddenly full of energy, especially Pang Yan. After seeing a glimmer of hope after his desperation, he wore an intensely murderous expression.

Cultivation Ground N0.7, who entered the losers’ group, seemed to have transformed into a pack of beasts that crushed all other cultivation grounds with their unstoppable manner.

Especially Pang Yan, who was chosen to go into battle first. His daily mannerism of fighting two opponents at once let the noble families’ children understand.

that he wasn’t strong enough, but that

Cultivation Ground N0.7 went from ninth place to

by a collateral heir after the matches

two months prior, he was merely one among many ordinary peak Mortal Realm practitioners. He never dreamt that he could become the primary servant of a collateral lineage heir.

“Thank you, Instructor Tang.”

tournament had ended, and it was also the day for Tang

performing a ‘guan li’ (coming-of-age) ceremony, repairing the fence and

stacked into a massive square in Cultivation Ground N0.7. Under the

appearing quite tall. This made him relaxed. He always had to crane his

considerate of Tang Luo’s emotions, craning their necks to look at Tang Luo, who stood on

Luo looked

can warm three winter months, but harsh words can chill to the bone in the summer. Tang Luo

scolding them correctly and that it was good,

all can continue to live. After ten or twenty years, I hope

your judgment is flawed, look at how

one day, you

you to charge headfirst into battle, but to

Tang Luo said all he wanted to say and felt

I know that those in power should be

of a clan’s martial artists is a deliberate

the principles of merciless leadership and ruthless

Tang Luo

more suited to be an ordinary person. Even obtaining the status of a noble heir, there’s nothing I can do

end. Even if the majority of them

personally handed over the suits of armor in the boxes to the students in

stop training, even if you don’t practice new martial techniques, don’t drop the

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