Lucky One

"How much longer can I live?"

When mortals fell into the abyss, a quick death was sometimes quite a good choice.

For Su Wenbing in the cage, today had truly been a nightmare. As someone on the fringes of the Professionals, he had seen this "test" as an opportunity, a chance to step onto a bigger stage.

His innate ability was decent, which was why he had embarked on the path of a Professional. But unlike those from formal programs, he had only attended a short-term Training Class before getting to work. During the first two years, his growth rate had actually been about the same as those formally trained "college students." With his earlier accumulation of combat experience, he had even vaguely held an advantage in overall combat ability and work experience.

But after a few more years, he had clearly begun to struggle, while those student soldiers who had once been weaker than him had all surpassed him.

At the time, he had been confused, even uneasy. Could it be that he really was inferior to those from formal programs? There shouldn't have been any fundamental difference between him and those students. They had merely wasted more time at school.

Later, he finally understood that he had been the shallow one. Those students had learned how to "study" and "improve" in university.

Giving someone a fish was not as good as teaching them how to fish. There was only so much the major academies could teach in two or three years, but through systematic, mentor-guided, standardized training, those students built solid foundations and mastered methods of self-training, improvement, and learning. Simply put, even after graduation, they remained very "disciplined."

They disciplined themselves to run and train every day, to read and study every day, to regularly stay in