"The path of martial arts is a long race, those who fail to kill you, are bestowing you with experience." Tang Luo released Pang Yan's neck, pulled out a handkerchief to clean the trodden chair and sat down to speak.
No matter how unwilling, defeat is still defeat.
No matter how desolate Pang Yan was, he could not change this reality. Furthermore, he needed to adjust his mentality. Currently, he was the only martial artist at the peak of the Mortal Realm in Cultivation Ground No.7. Therefore, Tang Luo would not allow him to continue wallowing in despair.
"Next is the losers' group. If you cannot reach the sixth place, the Mortal-grade Battle Armor I promised will indeed be thrown into Lingjiang River," Tang Luo warned.
Before Tang Luo finished speaking, all the students' eyes from Cultivation Ground No.7 were firmly fixed on his face.
