"Why are we treating our opponents?"
After Tang San left, Ning Rongrong asked.
"Did you join the Continental Elite Tournament just to win?" Zhou Qing asked in return.
"What else would it be for?"
Ning Rongrong was puzzled.
"The Continental Elite Tournament is indeed a contest between various powers, but I believe it should be a fair competition."
Zhou Qing explained unhurriedly, "And for you, it is also an assessment. But earning full marks does not simply mean victory. It depends on your abilities in every aspect.
Only when your opponents are in peak condition can you bring out one hundred percent of your strength.
This is not a battlefield. There is no need to take advantage of others' weakness, nor do you need to resort to every possible means. At least, not while you have yet to graduate.
So there is no need to make 'victory' or 'championship' your goal.
Nuoding Academy does not train students so they can win glory for the academy. That is the academy's own business.
As students, you have only one most important task: make yourselves qualified to face the harsh, cruel reality.
That is all."
In short, there was no need to risk their lives for the title of champion or generous prizes in this relatively fair Continental Elite Tournament.
That would be too stupid!
These young, vibrant boys and girls had far better futures ahead of them.
"True competition has never taken place in the Soul Fighting Arena." Having said that, Zhou Qing saw Tang San approaching from a distance and waved as he asked, "How much did you make?"
"Seventy million Gold Soul Coins, I suppose."
Tang San's lips kept curving upward. "Though I don't know whether they'll pay up."
"They definitely will. The Clear Sky Sect cares about its reputation.