Qin Huachang did not answer. After a long silence, he finally said, "Do you know why Fan Pingnan ended up like this?"
Wang Chao shook his head.
"Because I became arrogant." Qin Huachang spoke softly. "My disciple once nearly became a sparring partner. He and I held onto that stubborn pride, wanting to prove ourselves. We endured for seven years and finally evolved. The more satisfying that moment was, the prouder I became. I thought I had found the core of being a coach: training. Train desperately hard, and you could definitely become a Great Demon King. I even changed my criteria for choosing players. I stopped focusing on geniuses and began looking at players who seemed more balanced, more average, more diligent and dependable. I believed I was the finest craftsman, capable of polishing them into the next Sun Tianlong."
Wang Chao was silent.
He had heard Geng Shuai talk about Fan Pingnan. Back then, Fan Pingnan had been recognized as the least talented of the Six Dragons, but he was also the most obedient, the most well-rounded, and the mildest in temperament. He truly fit Qin Huachang's selection criteria.
But the truth proved that the Dragon Team being trained into existence had involved a measure of coincidence. For an ordinary person, under that inhuman training regimen, the more likely outcome was to be trained into ruin.
The details of Fan Pingnan's broken leg were unknown, but one could imagine how lost and terrified Qin Huachang must have been after the doctors declared him beyond saving.
"So Fan Pingnan actually saved Lin Li's life." Qin Huachang's tone was self-mocking. "Otherwise, one day, I would have trained him into ruin too."
Wang Chao vaguely guessed something and tested the waters. "So when you passed through Jiangcheng City last time and