Essence of Square Inch, Unafraid of the Peril of Being an Inch Short!

Wuyi High School No. 1, cafeteria.

All the first-year students stared wide-eyed at the projection screen.

Earlier, aside from Zhao Hongzhou and the other two, nearly everyone had been waiting to see Li Qingshan hacked to pieces beneath a chaotic storm of blades.

But as the situation developed, their emotions had risen and fallen along with it... fallen...

By this point, all anticipation had vanished, leaving only deathly silence.

On the screen, as Fu Wu fell, a Wuyi student suddenly slammed the table and rose to his feet.

"Despicable! Senior Fu was clearly stronger than Lin Fan, yet he died to Li Qingshan's sneak attack. It isn't fair at all!"

"Oh! You Wuyi people know how to talk about fairness too?"

Laughter erupted as countless mocking gazes turned their way.

At this stage of the New Talent Competition, talking about fairness would only make people laugh.

In a melee format, there was only one kind of fairness.

The winners lived. The losers died!

"You said Fu Wu was stronger than my brother? Are you blind?"

Lin Mengxiao abruptly stood up, meeting him head-on without yielding an inch.

"My brother knows more than just the Po Hong Spear. He started cultivating the C-Rank Martial Art Thousand Machine Spear a month ago. What was Fu Wu supposed to use to beat him—his head?"

"C-Rank Martial Art!"

The news Lin Mengxiao revealed made everyone suck in a cold breath.

A C-Rank Martial Art was simply far too distant for them.

More than half the people present might never even get the chance to cultivate a C-Rank Martial Art in the future.

It was not merely a matter of licensing fees, but also the difficulty of cultivating martial arts.

Still, this news made most of their eyes light up.

"So Senior Lin Fan can