In the end, the two students who were supposed to take the stage both conceded. They were afraid—after all, Fang Ping had killed opponents in both of his matches. Anyone would have been frightened.
The two challengers left, and the so-called "sparring match" naturally came to an end.
Liu Yongwen gave Fang Ping a long look before rising to his feet. "I was inferior in skill, so my defeat was not unjust.
But my younger brother was once as talented as you, with great expectations placed upon him. Our family's hopes for him were even greater than for me—we hoped he would graduate as a fourth-rank.
But now, his injuries have yet to heal. He can't even maintain peak first-rank anymore. His vitality has declined, and he has fallen back to the initial first-rank realm.
Forget graduating as a fourth-rank. Even reaching second-rank will be difficult. He may remain stuck at first-rank for the rest of his life..."
Liu Yongwen laughed self-mockingly. "I don't mean anything else by saying this. I just want to tell you that in martial arts disputes, there is no right or wrong—only strength matters!
Wang Jinyang could cripple my brother, and I can have someone cripple you! Of course, that is assuming there are rules. So long as the rules allow it, I would be more than happy to let you experience what my brother went through.
Right now, your strength is comparable to a peak first-rank, so we'll let today's matter go.
When you reach third-rank... we'll settle this then!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly entered the arena and declared loudly, "No need to wait until he reaches third-rank. I'm third-rank too. Liu Yongwen, I challenge you!"
Bang...
A faint impact sounded from the arena.
"It's you!"
"Wang Jinyang!"
"You actually