Xuan Zi was not angry when the Outer Court's Core Disciples resisted him with silence. They had stepped right into his rhythm.
After taking another swig of wine, Xuan Zi looked at the Outer Court's Core Disciples before him and said,
"Matches like this certainly involve a great deal of uncertainty. But search your hearts: if you go out into the world one day, will you still have somewhere to demand fairness?"
"Fairness comes from strength. Only when your strength far surpasses your opponent's will they be willing to discuss fairness with you."
Xuan Zi spoke with complete conviction, then pointed a slightly greasy finger at Huo Yuhao and said,
"This Huo Yuhao, whom you now think defies everything you know, fought people outside the academy just a few days ago. Among them were one Soul Douluo, one Soul Saint, and two Soul Emperors. Was that fair to him? Did he have anywhere to complain about unfairness?
"If he had stopped to complain, you wouldn't be seeing him here now. Only by getting used to unfair fights in your everyday training can you avoid letting fear cloud your judgment when you face opponents far stronger than yourself."
"Huo Yuhao survived that life-and-death battle that night precisely because his mindset is far more mature than yours. He felt no fear when facing opponents stronger than himself."
Standing nearby, Huo Yuhao had almost lost his composure listening to this artfully slanted account. At last, he could not help raising his hand and saying,
"Xuan Zi, please stop gilding my face. It wasn't that I wasn't afraid. I nearly wet myself! But what could I do? You were less than two hundred meters away, playing dead, and no matter how much I shouted, you wouldn't come out. What choice did I have? I