"I never expected that bastard to develop force in one go!"
At night, in Jia-Class Room Six, Huang Jian went to visit his second brother, Huang Rui. His face was clouded with worry and seething jealousy.
Huang Rui looked just as grim. The news that Huang Tian had developed force in an instant had left him stunned, too.
"Second Brother, could he be some kind of Martial Path genius?" After his jealousy came a faint thread of worry.
If Huang Tian really was a genius who came along once in a decade—or even once in a century—wouldn't he be in trouble, having bullied him in the past?
"Should we try to patch things up with him?" Huang Jian asked uneasily.
Huang Rui snapped, "Are you dreaming? Back at the estate, you bullied him worse than anyone. Now that he seems to be on the rise, you want to make peace? Do you think he'll agree?
"Even if he does, would you trust him? What if he settles the score later?"
Huang Jian sighed over and over, pacing around the room. "It's Father's fault. Why did he have to send him to the Guard Academy, too? If he'd kept him at the estate, how would he ever have had a chance to show his talent?"
"There's no point saying that. Where in this world can you buy a regret cure?"
Huang Rui said coldly, "Besides, there's no need to worry too much. No matter how gifted he is, he hasn't entered the ranks yet, so he isn't much of a threat. I only regret that private fights are forbidden at the Guard Academy. Otherwise, I could find a chance to cripple him."
Huang Jian ventured, "If you secretly went and—"
Huang Rui snorted. "Have you lost your mind? I haven't. Getting