The Old Student Admitted Defeat! The Discipline Department Arrived

Among the old students,

everyone praised Lu Lin's actions.

They admired his courage and hoped he would pick them next, so they could go down and give the newcomers a beating too.

But one person—no, three people—felt their hearts jolt when they saw Lu Lin step onto the platform.

They were the three old students who had surrounded Zhao Futu at noon.

Like the others, they had all spent a hundred years cultivating in the Sacred Martial Pavilion.

Before entering the Sacred Martial Pavilion, they had also been geniuses, fawned over by everyone.

They had thought that once they entered the Sacred Martial Pavilion, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds, that they would kill any god who stood in their way and slay any Buddha who opposed them, and that they would become peerless powerhouses who could stand alongside—or even surpass—Jiang Yu and the others.

But after cultivating at the Martial Arts Academy for many years, they discovered a truth they had no choice but to accept.

The gap between geniuses could sometimes be enormous.

Sometimes, it was even wider than the gap between a person and a dog.

Although their cultivation had reached Origin Level Three or Four, making them seem no different from the others, no matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't catch up to the others' taillights.

In other words, they were the underachievers among the old students.

The weakest fighters among them.

Now that they saw Lu Lin step onto the platform, all three felt their hearts clench.

If Lu Lin picked them, how could they refuse without looking weak?

Still, they clung to a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Lu Lin would be like the other hotheaded newcomers and choose the strongest opponent to fight. Then the three of them would be