Ten minutes later.
The training field was strewn with students, both male and female, lying in various positions and moaning softly, treated equally in their agony.
During the test, each person had received injuries nearly of the same severity from Xue Jing.
Of course, while it was equal treatment for both genders, everyone's physical condition varied, and their ability to endure their overall injuries differed as well; thus, Xue Jing had actually been slightly more lenient with the physically weaker female students.
If he had used the same force on those who were physically weaker as on those who were stronger, that would have been another form of inequality.
"Mr. Xue..."
The last student stepped forward, a youth with a tender look yet notably handsome. He carried a solemn expression and a lean figure, holding a spear taller than himself as he walked slowly to face Xue Jing in the center of the field.
"Teacher, my martial arts require a weapon... you don't mind, do you?"
