"Kid, are you questioning my character?"
"No, no, no. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not questioning your character."
"I'm just worried you don't have any character to begin with!"
At Chen Changan's words, the Dean's expression turned rather ugly.
He stared at Chen Changan, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
Because he was surprised to realize that the kid... actually had a point!
Who would've thought he was so good at reading people...?
Chen Changan officially joined the Martial Academy. The next day, he began training with the Dean to push his body to its limits.
At first, Chen Changan had assumed that this so-called Martial Academy was just a place to practice martial arts.
That sort of thing was nothing new to him.
But what he hadn't expected was that the Martial Cultivator's path was just a little different from what he'd imagined.
"Everyone's body has its limits."
"Faced with absolute strength, no technique means anything."
"So after joining the Martial Academy, the first thing everyone has to do is train their body to its limits."
"Only then do they learn combat techniques."
"Come with me!"
The Dean led Chen Changan to an open space.
Seeing that there was nothing there, Chen Changan felt a little puzzled. Didn't body training require some kind of equipment?
"Run!"
Huh?
Run?
"What do you mean?"
"Run as hard as you can. You're not allowed to stop until I tell you to."
What the hell... Was this really training?
This was the suitable training method you'd spent all day and night thinking up?
You people at the Martial Academy sure had an easy time earning money!
That's it?
The Dean ignored Chen Changan's doubts and simply stared at him without moving.
With no other choice,