"Dumbass!"
Wen Xingtian spat out the insult contemptuously and strode away as well.
"Who are you calling names?" Xiang Kuangren roared in fury.
But Wen Xingtian was already far away by then.
Xiang Kuangren frowned in thought before finally seeing the light. "He meant Gao Zhiyun's a dumbass, right? That must be it."
He nodded, convinced he understood, and left too, feeling much more at ease.
Work was in full swing at the school as competition grounds and arenas were erected everywhere.
The students, meanwhile, were training with even greater intensity.
Even Zuo Xiaoduo, who had yet to receive the devastating news that he was forbidden from competing, still plunged straight into the Gravity Room to cultivate as soon as he arrived each day.
Every day, he trained himself half to death. He was still adapting to the thousand-jin load for which he had only just qualified.
And this state of affairs left Zuo Xiaoduo thoroughly frustrated!
My old load-bearing record was thirty thousand jin!
How come I can only train with a thousand jin every day now, and haven't even officially made it through the adjustment period? What a failure!
Back in Phoenix City, he would have increased the load long before this point. Of course, the main reason was that nobody had supervised him then, nor had anyone laid down rigid standards.
But now, Wen Xingtian had tossed him a chart: "You have to complete every item on this while carrying a thousand-jin load before you're allowed to move on to the next weight level!"
He had to perform everything to standard, preferably completing it all three times.
And the qualifying standards for these exercises went beyond merely making things difficult. Not a single one could be accomplished easily!
But Zuo Xiaoduo thought nothing of this. Instead,