Qin Fangyang clapped softly, his eyes filled with approval, encouragement, and genuine gratification. "There's nothing to fear in being unable to beat someone. You can work harder and fight them again when you can. But once your character goes bad, it's bad forever!"
"Next comes the combat review. Zuo Xiaoduo."
"Here!"
"I'll focus on you. That habit of kicking people in the crotch is good. Although I stopped you, and I also ask that you use it as little as possible in ordinary sparring, you must keep that habit when you face enemies on the battlefield in the future, and carry it to greater heights."
Qin Fangyang's expression was impassive. "Perhaps you don't understand why I would praise such a sleazy, even shameless practice? The point is that all of you who still have room to advance may go to the battlefield in the future. And the battlefield is a place where no means are off-limits!"
"There is no benevolence, morality, or code of the martial world to speak of. Any move that brings down your opponent is a good move. The reverse holds true as well: if your opponent strikes a vital spot and brings you down, then that fall will be the last one of your life."
"Once you fall, your life is over!"
"You must remember that firmly."
"All our studying and sparring now are for real combat in the future! Those students who got kicked needn't hold a grudge or complain about someone striking that way in a mere sparring match, because... if you got kicked, you weren't strong enough, and your defenses weren't good enough! You only thought about attacking with your hands and feet? You didn't notice at all that your front gate was wide open? What kind of reasoning is that?"
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