As the saying goes: the bird that sticks its head out gets shot.
The rafter that juts out rots first.
Stand taller than the bank, and the waves will surely crush you!
'I'm not asking for trouble, so do I really need to stick my neck out?'
Tang Wen stood at the back of the line, head bowed, feeling deeply reluctant.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out. General Zhou had arrived with his men.
"Everyone, do your best! If we win, every participant gets 300 taels of silver, their choice of six Cultivation Techniques from the camp's collection, and six opportunities to comprehend the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist Visualization Image! Even if we lose, as long as we break their six-win streak, you'll still get one-sixth of the reward!"
SWISH!
General Zhou's sales pitch was a success.
The eyes of those preparing to fight lit up.
Tang Wen, too, raised his head, his gaze burning like a torch. 'I have to get one of those spots!'
