Wang Ma only felt his breathing grow slightly hurried.
He almost wanted to agree on Xu Zhiming's behalf.
"Old Xu, just agree already. I don't mind taking third place and seeing the world."
"I believe in Feng Li's strength. She can definitely do it."
Xu Zhiming did not hesitate to shake his head.
"No. Not only will I defeat him, I'll also make sure he can't enter the top three."
"Believe me."
Wang Ma glanced at the time. It was already May 26th.
"There's only four days until the 30th. Old Xu, it's not that I don't believe in your potential."
"If this were the College Entrance Exam, I believe you'd beat Qiu Yingzong until his head was crooked. But right now, it'd be good enough if yours doesn't get beaten crooked."
Wang Ma tried to persuade him with earnest words and a bitter heart.
Feng Li stood to one side, looking somewhat expectant.
Xu Zhiming shook his head firmly.
"No. Some grudges are only interesting when you avenge them with your own hands."
Wang Ma frowned. Over this period of time, he had come to admire Xu Zhiming greatly.
He had also kept thinking about what Teacher Huang had told him—that he lacked spirit.
Did the blade place weight on spirit?
Wang Ma did not quite understand. His path had always been smooth sailing.
His family was ordinary, but after displaying astonishing talent in middle school, Zhao Deyun had personally recruited him.
He had become the child every relative compared others to.
Adversity?
The only difficulty he had ever encountered was being unable to break through to a higher level when his vitality and blood reached Level Nine.
But he felt that was a matter of resources.
If he had enough resources, he would definitely be able to surpass