“Cast soldiers... and also cast men!”
Zhao Li thought to himself, how many hammers can you withstand?
He had taken in many students. Last time, he told Su Yu that one of his students was Ling Yun. He was already 120 years old!
Over the years, he had taken in 14 disciples.
Ever since the last disciple graduated, he had never taken in any more disciples.
14 students, every single one of them was taught with all his heart and soul!
Every single student, he would give them a chance.
Casting literary soldier, five minutes later, those people would get such a chance, casting God!
14 people, 12 people lasted until five minutes later. This meant that he, Zhao Li, was not blind, and he had a good eye for people.
Out of the 12 people, three people fainted after receiving a single blow.
Out of the remaining nine students, six of them did not manage to withstand three strikes.
