"Today I must work hard, I have to produce that crisp sound of Prajna Seven Kills!"
Chubby Zhuge was motivating himself, he came from a prestigious family and had his own pride.
Although compared to Su Tu and others, his talent was mediocre, he didn't want to slack off—he wanted to secretly practice and get involved in the competitive atmosphere.
As soon as he pushed open the door of the martial arts hall and saw Su Tu standing above it all, his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Maybe I should just slack off, I can't compare to such talent, and I can't outtrain them!" Chubby Zhuge held his head in his hands, feeling utterly helpless.
He hadn't even met the entry-level requirements for Prajna Seven Kills.
Yet now you're already at a substantial level, let's not even mention talent, but you also got here earlier than me.
Not afraid of competing with the skilled, but terrified of competing with geniuses!!
This leaves no room for me to breathe!!!
