The technique Ye Lingchen used was the grappling hold of the Martial Fist!
He easily nullified Wu Yue’s attacks and subdued him.
“This is the result of 11 years of training?!” Ye Lingchen asked Wu Yue, giving him a condescending look.
“I, I…” Wu Yue dejectedly, at a loss for words.
“Anyone else still unconvinced?” Ye Lingchen eyed the crowd. At that moment, those who were on the verge of challenging him went silent, avoiding Ye Lingchen’s gaze.
“With that, you’re already scared? Running away? Turns out it was praise to call you guys trash!” Ye Lingchen’s expression turned serious.
“We are not trash!” shouted someone.
“We are not trash!”
This time, all fifteen roared in unison with a booming voice.
“At least there’s still some fighting spirit!” Ye Lingchen nodded, “However this fighting spirit should not be spent on shouting. It should be used in training, and on the battlefield!”
“You know why I said you’re all trash? That’s because you are lazy!”
Ye Lingchen’s gaze swept across their faces, “You think that just because you start early and end late, training according to plan, it’s considered putting in effort? Wrong! Absolutely wrong!”
“Training needs to show results. Your Martial Fist moves were not meeting standards. Every punch lacked power. Is this what you meant by training? Instead of wasting time like that, you might as well disband and head home early!”
Ye Lingchen was furious. The reason for his rage was due to watching them practice so casually.
Despite having fifteen people practicing, Ye Lingchen’s Martial Fist proficiency only raised to 20 percent. From that, one can tell how bad their mastery over Martial Fist was.
The scene went silent. Some were ashamed, some unconvinced.
“What’s the main objective of your training? Is it the training course? Training Time? Training intensity? None of the above!” Ye Lingchen said coldly, “It’s spirit! It’s a person’s spirit!”
“You were only completing the daily training like a machine. Even if you were given more time, you will not improve an inch. Isn’t that the same as trash?”
Ye Lingchen looked at them, “There are people from the same batch that’s been chosen to enter the four special training camps right?”
Everyone nodded.
“In the same batch, why did they manage to enter while you couldn’t?” Ye Lingchen said ruthlessly, “Compared to them you’re the rejects, failures!”
Some started breathing heavily, some had their eyes reddened, but nobody spoke up.
“You tell me, are rejected failures not trash?”
Nobody answered.
Everyone’s faces were flushed red as blood rushed to their faces.
The humiliation was eating them up inside, making them extremely embarrassed.
‘Why did others manage to do it while we can’t?’
What was once a comrade, would now look down on themselves from a higher place! As for themselves, why could they not stand above others?
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I Am A Prodigy
FantasyYe Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents. All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point...
