Fairness for You

After Mo Lan returned to the training classroom, everyone looked toward the door, but Su Wuming was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Ming could not help frowning, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Why should Su Wuming receive special treatment?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He stopped cultivating, rose to his feet, and said,

"Mentor, I think you should treat every student fairly."

His words immediately resonated with quite a few students. Most of them were boys, and they stopped cultivating one after another, turning their gazes toward Mentor Mo Lan.

When Su Wuming had approached Mo Lan about a separate training method, they had already been displeased. More than that, though, they had been jealous.

Just think about it: a beautiful mentor who was aloof and proud—who would not want to get closer to her, earn her favor, and receive more guidance in cultivation?

But the one who had achieved that was Su Wuming, and that simply would not do.

Jealousy made people ugly. That saying was absolutely right.

Quite a few girls shot these boys contemptuous looks, but they were completely ignored.

Mo Lan had just been about to correct one student's training issue when she heard this. She was clearly taken aback.

But she quickly understood what was going on.

They were questioning whether she had given Su Wuming special treatment?

Heh.

These kids really were... incredibly childish!!!

So, she swept her gaze across the faces of those students one by one before finally looking at Qin Ming.

"You think I'm showing favoritism?"

Qin Ming nodded instinctively, and the other boys followed suit. Only a small number of people watched the whole scene with the attitude of spectators enjoying a show.

As Qin Ming's loyal lackeys, how could Li Wencai and Zhao Qiansun miss such a chance to show themselves off? They immediately echoed him.

"That's right. What Mentor is doing is unfair."

"Yeah, unfair."

Mo Lan nodded at that. "Fine. You want fairness, right? Alright, follow me."

With that, she turned and left the training classroom again.

This time, the students all turned their eyes toward Qin Ming.

"What are you looking at? Follow her!" Qin Ming swept a disdainful glance over them and strode out after her.

Li Wencai and Zhao Qiansun naturally hurried after him as well.

Seeing the three of them leave, the others followed one after another. In an instant, more than half the classroom had emptied out.

Lin Pangpang and the other two boys from the food-type class did not go. Neither did the twelve girls in the class; they had no interest in joining that spectacle.

Before long, the students arrived at the martial training ground. There, they saw Su Wuming punching a wooden post over and over while calling out numbers.

"81, 82, 83..."

In that short time, he had already struck the post with full force more than eighty times.

The red words on the screen above—Strength: 1200—drew everyone's attention.

"No wonder he knocked Zhao Qiansun down with one punch. That strength is terrifying! He's only Black Iron Six-Star."

"Fang Mingxiao, no one would think you were mute if you kept your mouth shut!" Zhao Qiansun turned back and said angrily.

"Quiet!" Mentor Mo Lan's voice rang out.

Then, using some unknown ability, she caused an entire row of ordinary testing dummies in the distance to fly over automatically before plunging heavily into the ground.

The sight made Qin Ming's mouth twitch. The other students present might not know what ability Mentor Mo Lan had used, but he did.

It was either the space-dimensional type. Such a method meant she was either a space-type Spirit Warrior or a Mind Master.

The former was easy enough to understand. A Mind Master, however, was a special profession whose entire cultivation focused on mental power.

The stronger one's mental power, the higher one's attack. Their attacks were also invisible, arriving with a single thought. They could attack and defend as they wished, with almost no weaknesses.

Qin Ming regretted his behavior just now. Whether she was space-type or a Mind Master, people like her were once-in-ten-thousand geniuses, and the organization behind her was surely extraordinary.

The Qin Family could not afford to offend someone like that.

"Now listen carefully. Whatever Su Wuming does, you will do as well. If you fail to finish, you will not be allowed to eat, and you will not be allowed to go home after school."

At that moment, Mo Lan's expression was extremely stern. At the same time, a starlike glint flashed through her one eye, and everyone immediately felt a terrifying pressure descend upon them.

The pressure lasted only an instant before vanishing, but in that instant, cold sweat broke out across everyone's backs, and they all shuddered.

Mentor Mo Lan now looked exceedingly cold in their eyes. It was as though everything was telling them that if they did not obey, only a miserable end awaited them.

Mentor Mo Lan, is this the fairness you were talking about?

The same thought sprang into everyone's mind at once.

There were exactly twenty-five testing dummies, just enough for the twenty-five of them.

Each student chose a testing dummy and began punching it over and over.

"Did none of you eat?"

Mo Lan's cold voice rang out, instantly giving them more strength.

Then Mo Lan said to Su Wuming, who was focused on striking the wooden post, "Su Wuming, loudly state your training goal for today."

"Strike the wooden post with full-force punches 1,000 times! Strike the wooden post with full-force kicks 1,000 times! 1,000 push-ups! 1,000 sit-ups!"

Damn! Su Wuming, were you some self-harming freak?

Did everything have to be 1,000? Couldn't it be less?

"Very good. Did you all hear that?" Mentor Mo Lan spoke again.

"We heard!" the twenty-five students shouted in unison. They had to admit, they were quick to catch on.

But after shouting, they all started cursing Su Wuming, that freak, countless times in their hearts.

Looking at the testing dummies before them, they automatically treated them as Su Wuming and began hitting them with all their might.

But soon, the pain shooting through their fists brought them back to reality.

The dummies were sturdy enough to withstand the full-force attacks of Bronze Tier Spirit Warriors.

Then they thought of the words "full force." Wasn't this just screwing them over?

Was this really something they could accomplish?

They were only a bunch of little Black Irons...

Yet Su Wuming continued punching the wooden post in front of him, one strike after another. The repeated thuds reached their ears.

It felt as though each blow were striking their hearts.

Left with no choice, they wrapped their fists in spiritual power and continued attacking the testing dummies.

They could not stop. Every time they paused, Mentor Mo Lan's terrifying pressure would descend upon them.

Before long, someone could no longer endure it and began giving up, voluntarily admitting fault.

But Mentor Mo Lan had only one response: "Any student who gives up will be permanently removed from practical training class."

That single sentence made everyone miserable. It had practically seized them by the throat.

Who dared give up? Who wanted to give up? At that moment, they could not help shifting their hateful gazes toward Qin Ming.

They believed that, in the end, Qin Ming was the one who had started all this.

Qin Ming, however, did not care at all. He was animal-type, and his physique was naturally excellent. From the very beginning, he had been the one working the hardest, completely ignoring everyone else's stares.

The pride belonging to a descendant of a martial family had vanished the moment he saw Mo Lan make her move.

Because he understood clearly that Mentor Mo Lan did not care about his status at all.

There was always someone stronger.

At this moment, that truth had been demonstrated perfectly.

It was also clear that the school had truly spared no expense and was determined this time.