"Tsk, tsk. Wu Bao really does have to be driven into a corner before the potential buried deepest in his bones comes out!"
Watching Wu Bao fight on the Tournament Platform, drenched in blood yet unwilling to retreat even half a step, Wu Zhifeng could not help clicking his tongue, his eyes filled with incredulous astonishment.
He raised a hand to rub his chin, recalling how Wu Bao had once been a coward who shrank from even stepping onto the platform for a spar. All his nerve had deserted him; he had not even possessed the courage to face someone in combat.
But now?
For nothing more than a paltry sum of lower-grade spirit stones, he had actually leaped onto the Tournament Platform without hesitation. Even with his lamp burning dry and his strength failing, he still gritted his teeth and fought desperately, showing not the slightest intention of backing down.
Such an earth-shattering change truly left people dumbstruck. It was as though he had shed his old bones and been reborn as an entirely different person.
Wu Zhifeng remembered earnestly advising Wu Bao when everyone placed their bets earlier, urging him not to stoop to taking advantage of someone's plight and throwing stones down the well. Yet Wu Bao had turned a deaf ear to that unwelcome but honest advice, thinking of nothing but lining his pockets.
Alas, if he had known it would come to this, why do it in the first place?
Wu Zhifeng had even spent time comforting him back at the Gathering Fortune House, hoping to help him recover his long-lost confidence and courage. Who would have thought the brat would be so ungrateful, only to turn around and throw stones down the well?
As the saying went, ignore your elders' advice and trouble