No one knows when it began, but a legend of the [Demon King] started circulating throughout Dayan Academy.
“Do not try to surpass the Demon King in any field. In the end, everyone discovers that they have only been humiliating themselves.” A bookish girl clutching several textbooks, her eyes surrounded by heavy dark circles, offered this warning.
“I will definitely surpass him!” declared a certain Mr. Black Locust solemnly, unwilling to reveal his name.
“Perhaps I am getting old. When I see such a rising sun hanging over the world, I always feel that I should retire early. After all, this sort of fighting is best left to the young.” A certain shameless old principal took out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe away nonexistent tears.
Meanwhile, inside the library of Dayan Academy, a young man was working hard at managing his time.
“Just practicing the Eight Brocades and breathing exercises takes six hours a day. There is still a huge stack of books in the library that I haven't read, and the engraving of magic runes must also be put on the agenda.”
“I have to go to the fighting club on Friday, secretly visit the Forbidden Forest on the weekend, and find time to perfect the construction of my ultimate technique. No matter how I think about it, there simply aren't enough hours.”
He might as well sleep two hours less each day. Wang Sheng changed the 5 on his timetable to a 3 and immediately felt much more relaxed.
