The third month after arriving at Dawn Academy.
The military training had finally come to an end. Back in the dormitory, Mo Yu stood before the sink and looked at his sun-darkened reflection in the mirror, grinning to reveal his white teeth.
His muscles ached all over, yet he felt immensely satisfied.
After three months of military training, his physical fitness had improved significantly.
The satisfaction brought by growth had become addictive.
During this military training, Mo Yu had seen many exceptionally talented freshmen.
Among the combat department students of their cohort were three descendants of Blood Refinement Warriors.
Their physical fitness and even their bloodline potential far surpassed those of ordinary people.
They handled the same physical training with ease, and the physical improvements they gained from training were far greater than those of ordinary people.
For example, if an ordinary person's physical fitness improved by 1 from the same training exercise, then a Blood Refinement Warrior's might improve by 2, or even more.
Their adaptability, learning efficiency, and other qualities were also superior to those of ordinary people.
Such growth potential was truly enviable.
Yet Mo Yu knew in his heart that these descendants of Blood Refinement Warriors merely started at a higher point than the rest of them. That did not mean he had no chance to surpass them.
After all, they were still the same species.
The growth potential of Blood Refinement Warrior descendants had not reached an inhuman level.
In Mo Yu's view, there would still be plenty of chances to turn the tables in the future.
For instance, becoming a believer and borrowing a powerful Talent Ability from the great Feng Qi would be like getting a chance to overtake on a bend.
But he understood another truth even better: only personal strength was