Even if I don’t forgive myself, it doesn’t matter. After all, in the battlefield, even Xu Baiyan doesn’t know how long she can live.
Maybe next time she might already be dead.
If Su Yue can swallow this current anger, regardless of whether he eventually forgives his sister or harbors it for future revenge, it means he’s passed the test.
Rage is an emotion only the strong are entitled to; the weak can be angry, but the cost might be intolerable.
Endurance and suppressing anger are not the qualifications for a Martial Artist to become stronger, but they are the fundamental reasons a Martial Artist can survive.
The battlefield is a hellish Chaotic Scene, not a fair arena.
In such a place, there is no justice or fairness. You only have one goal, and that is to survive, and kill mercilessly.
The calmer, the better. Best if you can be calm enough to become calm to the point of distortion.
I’m sorry, little brother.
Haven’t seen each other for over ten years, and upon meeting, I have to publicly humiliate you.
But this world is so cruel, there aren’t that many years of tranquility, if you want to walk the path of martial arts, you must endure a lot of hardships, make a mistake early, and you can realize the problem early.
Xu Baiyan even feels a bit of heartache.
She also understands that she now resembles a state of distortion.
But as a person from Beiwu, she’s used to seeing too many Martial Artists die due to impulsiveness.
Ironically, the costs often paid for impulsiveness and rage are death or disability.
There’s simply no room for error.
Xu Baiyan is not a teacher.
She can only use what she has seen and heard.
She knows her method may not be right, but it must be the most effective.
Su Yue walked out at the forefront, his face full of confusion.
Behind him was a vast crowd of students, rushing out from the doorway like locusts.
Viewed from above, it looked like a human sea flood.
Su Yue had the illusion of leading a gang to a brawl, such grandeur and spirit.
Listening to the dense footsteps behind him, Su Yue felt like he had reached the peak of his life.
Is this what it feels like to be a big shot?
Five meters away from Xu Baiyan, Su Yue stopped walking.
And the classmates behind him also kept a distance of about ten meters from Su Yue.
They were here to watch Senior Sister Beiwu.
The vast courtyard was silent.
Su Yue looked at the girl in front of him and was momentarily speechless.
He suddenly realized she had a pimple that needed popping.
Do even Third-Grade Martial Artists have troubles with pimples?
"Hello, I’m Xu Baiyan."
Xu Baiyan sensed again, indeed it was 6 cards of Qi Blood.
There is an intuition among Martial Artists to judge each other’s Qi Blood.
In general, the chances of error are small.
Especially in situations where the strong judge the weak, it’s even more precise.
Unless it’s deliberately hidden, that’s another matter.
An awkward level, neither high nor low.
If it were 2 cards, Xu Baiyan wouldn’t bother testing Su Yue; after all, it’s not like he’s a martial arts prodigy, she could buy her brother AJ, electronics, flashy clothes, buy buy buy, even help her brother trick a girlfriend, siblings loving each other.
But with 6 cards of Qi Blood, it’s clear Su Yue also wants to take the potential class exam, it’s just that his ability is insufficient.
She could help Su Yue, help him get into the potential class.
But it must be based on passing the assessment, if Su Yue is truly irritable and petty, then let him choose to be an ordinary person; compared to martial arts glory, I want him to live.
Very harsh, also very arbitrary.
But this is the only judgment Xu Baiyan can make, like the ancient Han Xin, it is more likely to be those Martial Artists who can endure the humiliation under the crotch who make it to the end.
A fragile heart is the greatest taboo in martial arts.
Rumor has it that some great families specifically hired people to find reasons to insult children, even throwing their children into orphanages for a while, just to train their resilience.
It’s not the peaceful era of the 21st century now, the 27th century is the martial Artist war era, there is not so much humanistic care, survival is the first priority.
Martial Artists who lose their minds over a bit of insult and are reckless to the point of mutual destruction are destined not to live long.
Martial Artists are not noble professions, nor are they the righteous sects in movies.
Martial Artists are nothing more than gamblers licking blood on the blade.
Cockroaches that can be stepped on at any moment are the kings of survival.
"You, you’re Su Yue, why did you come to find me...is there something?"
"I can help you get into the potential class, there’s a small assessment, dare to try it?"
Xu Baiyan asked calmly.
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Su Yue was even more bewildered.
Students from Beiwu, such awesome existences, want to help me?
"Su Yue, your big luck has arrived, Beiwu student. I don’t think she’s joking, it’s just an assessment, hurry and seize the opportunity."
At this time, a classmate behind Su Yue said.
"Er, may I ask, what specific type of assessment?"
Su Yue was still cautious.
"I’ll ask you one last time, agree or refuse."
Xu Baiyan said expressionlessly.
"Um, then I’ll agree."
Whatever, the thing is strange, but she’s Beiwu student.
Back out a thousand steps, if the assessment fails, it doesn’t cost me anything, after all, she’s not charging money.
"Good, this is your own choice."
"First, since high school year two is over, you’re so weak, I’m very disappointed in you."
Hearing this, Su Yue was even more baffled.
Not even having taken the assessment, already disappointed?
As an examiner, this kind of disappointment is a bit too careless.
Also, looking at Xu Baiyan’s serious pimple, Su Yue suspected whether he might have had amnesia.