Qin Ning, sitting opposite Chu Mo, fidgeted uncomfortably. She was only a few meters away in a straight line from Chu Mo, and it was precisely this closeness that made her feel extremely uneasy, even harboring a faint desire to flee deep in her heart.
Qin Ning was also aware that if she couldn't overcome the fear in her heart, her future in the martial path would be halted at the level of an A-rank Martial Artist, with no further progress.
If before Qin Ning had taken pride in her strength as an A-rank Martial Artist, now, having truly witnessed countless top fighters, especially the likes of Wu Youyou, Qin Lan and Xue Yuluo before her, she realized that she was nothing but a frog in a well. If she didn't continue to improve, she would never surpass these people - something Qin Ning's pride simply couldn't tolerate.
