A High-Stakes Gamble, a Journey, and a Battle for the Nation's Fortune!

As his words fell, the entire room went abruptly still. Not a bird chirped, not a soul spoke.

Meng Chuan's words plunged everyone into deep thought.

They turned his words over in their minds. Before long, delight appeared on every face; clearly, they had grasped something and gained a great deal.

Everyone present was among Great Chu's finest young martial artists. Their powers of comprehension were naturally exceptional.

None had expected the youngest among them, Meng Chuan, to have such profound insight. They could only admire him.

Now, when they called him "Brother," they meant it from the bottom of their hearts...

After finishing his reflections, someone looked around and ventured, "Put simply, it's devotion to the Martial Dao, right?"

"Talent is like a prison of flesh, with fixed boundaries. What Brother Chuan means is that will has no end and no ceiling. You can strengthen it endlessly through your own efforts, then let it lead your body beyond its predetermined shackles."

The others listened to his analysis of Meng Chuan's words and nodded in quiet agreement.

They all understood one thing:

Martial Will existed in every martial artist's heart. It was no elusive illusion, but something real!

"We're standing here representing Great Chu because we're truly devoted to the Martial Dao, aren't we?

"Whether in training or combat, we risked our lives to get where we are today."

Another person offered his view. As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Lu Xiaoyao, who had arrived later.

With every eye turning toward him, Lu Xiaoyao looked embarrassed.

He was not actually such a coward, but his performance in that match... really had brought shame on Wudang.

Later, however, he had claimed a top-hundred spot in the second-round placement matches and fought with considerable courage.

The sect leader had spoken; his