I Want to Improve So Badly!

As he desperately regulated his breathing and absorbed the remnants of sword qi inside and outside his body, circulating it through his limbs and bones, Chen Ruiping watched the fellow's performance with an expressionless face.

----Although, with his current "face"—which had suffered extensive corrosive damage through the dermis over time, to the point that the muscles of the lower jaw could faintly be seen beneath it—it could hardly be said to have any vivid expressions in the first place!

To be honest, this young man, who had once delivered takeout, wasn't particularly sensitive to the fact that the other party was deliberately trying to push him off the stage, even thoughtfully laying out the steps for him, only lacking a soaring rendition of It's a Pity It Wasn't You, Accompanying Me to the End---- to see the male contestant off in regret.

But coincidentally, he did need some time to regulate his breathing, and the other party's actions had indeed indirectly achieved that delaying effect.

Thus, he had tacitly allowed this odd guest to deliver his long-winded speech.

But that didn't mean the young man truly intended to follow his wishes.

After all, no one could stop another person—especially a "Sword Cultivator"—from resolving to temper themselves and strive for improvement!

He wanted to improve so badly!!!

As he regulated his breathing, his gaze grew heavy. He silently savored that fleeting glimpse of "intent" from earlier, that sharp aura which seemed to have suddenly awakened in every inch of his flesh and blood, as though it were about to give birth to a hint of edge----

----It still wasn't enough. The pressure still wasn't enough!

Once his latent aura had barely recovered by twenty or thirty percent, there was little point in delaying any longer. Still gesturing, he rejected his colleagues'