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"You... do as you please."
"I'm a little tired."
The Dean gave an awkward smile and promptly washed his hands of the matter.
"It's been a long time since I've seen Old Monster make that kind of face."
"Defeat—Old Monster actually looks so utterly defeated?"
"But Chen Changan really is a freak. Does he never get tired? He pushes his body to its limit several times every day. How can he take it?"
"Hey, you can't compare people. Old Monster's already a freak, but next to him, he doesn't even measure up."
"If you ask me, at this Martial Cultivator tournament for the Martial Saint Dynasty, Chen Changan... has a shot at earning a place for our Martial Academy."
"A shot? Be more confident. He's practically guaranteed to place."
Day after day passed. By now, Chen Changan had successfully become the Martial Academy's newest Old Monster.
It seemed that ever since Chen Changan had entered the Martial Academy, no one had seen him rest. Apart from eating, he was always pushing himself through grueling training.
As Chen Changan infused more and more acupoints, breaking through his limits became increasingly difficult.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Changan had been at the Martial Academy for three years.
"Chen Changan, you have the best physical talent of anyone I've ever met, and you're also the hardest-working."
"Everyone here has witnessed your growth over these three years."
"Three years, and you've infused thirteen thousand five hundred and ninety-seven acupoints."
"Your strength has long since surpassed every one of us."
"But you've probably noticed that it's truly not easy to break through your limits now."
Hearing the Dean's words, Chen Changan nodded helplessly. At first, his body could reach its limit several times in a