Martial arts exams are more brutal than academic exams; there's no chance to cram or gamble on the exam day.
If you're weak, you're weak. Hoping to suddenly explode is futile because your measly Qi blood will cap your limit.
Mentioning this, everyone fell silent, the atmosphere slightly gloomy.
Even geniuses like Xu Qingfeng and Meng Jiaolong have their own worries.
The martial arts and Qi blood are flourishing, making it increasingly difficult to enter such prestigious grandmaster classes at Martial Arts University.
Too many geniuses, too few seats.
Xu Qingfeng sighed:
"Among us, only Brother Meng can surely enter the grandmaster class.
Going to compete in early July, returning at the end of the month for exams—just thinking about it is utterly thrilling."
Meng Chuan waved his hand.
He was a bit worried; what if he gets too carried away during the competition, injuring himself and affecting the martial arts exams.