However.
The simpler things are by nature, the more despairing they seem.
On one side was a humble Warrior from the Regional Martial Arts Academy, whose ambitions seemed as outlandish as a toad lusting after a swan's flesh, overestimating his own abilities. On the other side stood a group of geniuses, each a Grandmaster, meticulously cultivated by the Royal Martial Arts Academy—one of the Federation's four major Martial Arts Academies.
If people knew of such a stark contrast in strength, they would likely be flustered with fright, their palms sweating.
"...Why haven't you died? No, you won't die! You won't die!"
A tearful Qin Ying muttered.
The more Wang Zhan forged ahead, the more he overlapped with the Qin Yuan in her memories, until their two figures became indistinguishable.
Thus, her ruthlessness began to soften, her heart began to fill with compassion.
