Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

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The punching strength test is over; the next item is the second one.

Tavin's gaze swept over the crowd, and his voice boomed, "The top thirty-two, step forward!"

Zhao Dele, Suo Guli, Wu Sheng and others stepped forward in response.

"Those who make it into the top eight will each receive a serving of exotic beast meat per day. Those who make it into the top four will each receive a serving of exotic beast meat per day, plus a potential potion."

He paused, then continued, "There's another thing I need to clarify—among you thirty-two people, those who received the subsidy were originally entitled to an extra supply of one serving of exotic beast meat every two days. However, this rule conflicts with your top eight rewards. So, if you received the subsidy and still made it into the top eight, the subsidy will be cancelled."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the crowd changed their expressions.

Especially those students from other cities—they only just realized that the subsidies had this kind of benefit!

After making inquiries, all they knew was that the subsidy would include a few points and two potions. Who would have thought there was this hidden rule!

Immediately, resentment spread among the crowd in the outer city. Shouldn't this information be clearly communicated to everyone? Why is it assumed that those in the inner city already know?

Yan Liang stood in the crowd, his face extremely gloomy.

He now understood why Ning Yi, Zhou Wei, and the others insisted on fighting for the subsidy—there was such a complicated story behind it!

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, feeling cheated out of his vote. If he hadn't given the vote to Ning Yi, he could have received the subsidy himself, and with a little more effort, broken into the top thirty-two, he could have gotten a serving of exotic beast meat every two days…

But it's too late to say anything now.

He gritted his teeth and secretly vowed in his heart: From now on, I must find out all the information clearly and never suffer such a loss again!

In this respect, Yan Liang is indeed better than many others—he knows how to learn from his failures. Unfortunately, his cleverness is simply not enough in truly complex environments.

Just then, a student from the outer city stepped forward.

"Reporting to the instructor, I have something to say!"

Tavin turned to him, his tone calm: "Speak."

The student, his neck stiff with arrogance, said, "Instructor, why weren't we informed of the detailed rules regarding the subsidies beforehand? Or are you assuming that inner-city students already know? We outer-city people are completely ignorant of these things! And logically, the subsidies should be for those of us who are truly impoverished. Why should inner-city people be allowed to rob us?"

After hearing this, Tavin's lips curled into a cold smile.

"So, what do you mean? What are you trying to say?"

The implication in those words was clear to anyone with eyes to see—the instructor was unhappy.

But the student seemed oblivious, and said defiantly, "I think the vote on this subsidy needs to be redone! Give those of us who don't have the information a fair chance!"

Tavin stared at him, his gaze gradually hardening.

The student felt uneasy, but still stubbornly forced himself to meet his gaze.

A moment later, Tavin smiled, a very slow and deliberate laugh.

"Are you teaching us instructors how to do things?"

"That's not what I meant..." the student quickly explained, "I just hope for fairness and impartiality, so that everyone has a chance—"

"Fair and just?" Tavan interrupted him, bursting into laughter, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Opportunity? Are you kidding me?"

His laughter ceased, his gaze sharpening like a knife.

"Why would you have such a ridiculous idea? What do you think this is? Heaven?"

"I thought you guys from the outer city would be a bit smarter, but I didn't expect you to be so naive—what's wrong with your brain?"

He took a step forward, his voice low but each word like a hammer blow:

"You were born in the outer city, while others were born in the inner city—is that fair?"

"You were injected with the evolution potion in the outer city, risking your life at the cost of your health, and could have ruined your body, all for a chance to enter the martial arts academy. People in the inner city don't have to take that risk at all—is that fair?"

"Most of the inner city students' families can provide beast meat, while you are dirt poor and can't even afford extra potential-enhancing potions—is that fair?"

The student opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Tavin's voice grew increasingly cold and harsh:

"There has never been any fairness in this world! The Martial Academy is no exception!"

"You have talent, and you need to be nurtured, but that doesn't mean we should demand absolute fairness!"

"We are instructors, but we are not obligated to tell you all the information. In fact, we wouldn't even tell you about the subsidies if we could!"

"Do you really think everyone in this world is selfless? That everyone follows the rules and regulations? Let me tell you—the inner city isn't paradise; sometimes, it's even more brutal than the outer city!"

He took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly, yet becoming even more profound:

"So, throw away your naive ideas. This world has never been fair, and it never will be."

"This is the first lesson I'm teaching you—learn to acquire information yourself and create opportunities for yourself. Opportunities are always earned!"

Many of the students from the outer city changed their expressions. They had grown up in that environment, which seemed dangerous and chaotic, but was actually quite naive. Tavin's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, making them seem to mature a lot in an instant.

Tavin looked at the student: "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

The student shook his head, his voice lowering: "No more."

Tavin's tone softened a bit: "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you. Let me also teach you something—don't always be the first to stick your neck out. You think you'll earn respect by standing up for others? Think again. If I were in a bad mood today, I'd have plenty of ways to deal with you. And those people you stand up for them won't help you; they might even kick you when you're down."

In the crowd, Zhao Dele looked at Tawen with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

In his opinion, the instructor was a decent person.

Tavin scanned the room: "Any other objections?"

Silence reigned.

"Then let's begin the second round—the arena battle!"

He looked at Danxin, who nodded slightly.

Tavin turned to the thirty-two people and began to announce the rules:

"The rules of the arena battle are simple: you thirty-two people will be randomly matched and eliminated one-on-one. Thirty-two will be eliminated in sixteen, sixteen in eight, and eight in four."

"The top eight will each receive one serving of exotic beast meat per day. The top four will each receive one serving of exotic beast meat and one potential potion per day. This reward does not conflict with the top eight in the punching power test—that is to say, if you are in the top four in punching power and also in the top four in the ring, you can get two servings of exotic beast meat and two potential potions per day."