C6 Cuba

Han Lin remained remarkably calm and replied, "I'm turning fifteen over the next six months. Do you think Han Feng can get past me in less than a year?"

Han Lieh was taken aback by his placidity. He could only smile oddly in return and shook his head.

Although Han Feng's aptitude was only a level higher than that of Han Lin, the gap between them wasn't that wide.

Han Gu carefully replied, "Han Lin, although we don't want to make things difficult for Han Feng, others may not be so forgiving."

Han Lin gave a snort of contempt. "Just because I won't be hard on him doesn't mean I'll defend him, okay. He's still on his own."

Half an hour later, Instructor Lin said loudly, "Boys, cultivate slowly. When the time is up, you're free to go."

After saying this, Instructor Lin took off quickly.

All the boys on the training field knew that he was on his way to report to the Family Head. In the entire Han family, only a few people had the Fourth-level Aptitude, and only one girl had the Third-grade Aptitude.

Han Feng also had a sense of who that girl was, and he wanted to call her as his cousin.

Unfortunately, for the Han family's younger generation, the girls and the boys had to train apart, and they even had different instructors. As a result, Han Feng couldn't see this girl on the training field.

Once Instructor Lin was gone, the exchanges between the Han boys intensified and grew louder.

Everyone knew what it meant to have a Fourth-level Aptitude.

The current Han Family Head, together with Han Lin's father and other senior family members, essentially had Fifth-grade Aptitude.

Although Han Feng had a fourth-level Aptitude before, he failed in producing his Internal Strength for disparate reasons. Now that his problem had been ironed out, he could now exercise the real power that his level possessed. There was a strong likelihood that Han Feng would not take long to learn the ropes and simply leap out of the middle to become one of the best.

As a result, the group of boys was filled with bitterness and jealousy.

Standing in the crowd was a tall, sturdy young man with dark skin. He clenched his teeth and snapped, "Damn it! Once Han Feng surpasses me, I'll finish at the bottom of the ladder. No, I won't allow that. Before that happens, I'm going to show my true power, so if he outdoes me in the future, it won't be too sordid."

"And I just berated Han Feng a couple of days ago. If he holds a grudge against me, he will certainly make my life a living hell. So before he can ostracize me in the future, I might as well thrash him first and give him a tainted reputation!"

With this in mind, he walked up to Han Feng.

"Congratulations, Han Feng. Now that you've sorted out your issue with your Internal Strength, you'll be expecting a meteoric rise in your skills soon." Then he smiled and cupped his hands toward Han Feng.

His behavior elicited shocking responses from the surrounding boys.

"Didn't Cuba hate Han Feng back then? What do you think he's doing? Why would he..."

I think Cuba would like to get on Han Feng's good side to avoid future complications. Now that Han Feng's strength has improved, Cuba's trying to avoid his retaliation in the future."

"Tsk tsk! Cuba is such an ominous person. The more he grins like that, the more he's up to no good..."

Han Lin quickly looked at them before he started cultivating the Claw Condensation Technique. For him, Cuba was nothing but trash.

After three years of cultivating, he was still at the lower level of the Early Period of Mortal Rank.

If the Internal Strength of an Early Period of Mortal Rank cultivator summed up to one hundred percent, then Cuba would only have twenty to thirty of them.

Meanwhile, Han Lin only needed two months to achieve it.

Han Lin smiled oddly and mumbled under his breath, "Let this piece of trash test my cousin's strength."

Han Feng watched Cuba coolly, but deep inside, he was very vigilant. A few days ago, they both had a little run-in. Han Feng knew Cuba's very nature so well, and he knew how complicated it was to indulge him so quickly.

Cuba's last name was never a Han. His father was nothing but a servant of the Han family. But the fact that he trained with the Han boys meant that the Cuban father was regarded as a high-ranking servant. It was agreed that if Cuba broke through to the Human Rank, he would be given the surname Han.

Han Feng knew that being a servant's son would put Cuba's status at the lowest level. Even though he was a direct descendant of the Han family, but he couldn't produce the Internal Strength, Cuba naturally targeted him, whether or not it was intentional.

But after seeing how his symptoms had healed, Cuba didn't want to let the matter rest easily. Either to vent out his anger or to prevent Han Feng from going after him in the future, Cuba was bound to do something about the situation.

At first glance, Han Feng did nothing but smile and say, "The gap between me and everyone else is so big. How can it be so easy to catch up? It's just a matter of working hard during training and focus on building my strength."

Cuba laughed again. "Well, now that you've mentioned it, every time we're training, we often fight and practice our Martial Skills in pairs. Since you couldn't generate Internal Strength at the time, no one was willing to take you on. This time, will you allow me to fight you?"

At first glance, it was simply an amicable exchange. But in reality...

Han Feng sneered inwardly. 'Sure enough, he certainly didn't have any good intentions. Even if I'm able to produce my Internal Strength as of yesterday, how much can I really cultivate overnight?'

'It seems like Cuba wants to tarnish my future accomplishments this early.'

If Han Feng had plans of becoming one of the Han family's senior officials, this disgrace in his name would greatly diminish his prestige.

However, such dishonor would easily be brushed aside if he had a formidable force that would make the whole Han family admire him.

Cuba couldn't stop looking at Han Feng with a light smile. "How does that sound? It's a pretty good suggestion, isn't it? Only in battle can we realize our weaknesses, and then work hard to make them better."

"Don't tell me you don't want us to fight because I'm some servant's son? Are you looking down on me?" Cuba's face suddenly darkened with an unreadable emotion.

Han Feng cursed in his heart. The Han family had many servants that didn't have the Han surname. Han Feng supposed that as long as he agreed, all those servants would find out about it in the afternoon. Thus, even if he was a direct descendant of the Han family, if many servants harbored ill feelings toward him, his life growing up with them would never be easy.

At this point, the other boys around them also figured out Cuba's plan. They denounced him for being so sly, but they reveled at Han Feng for his misfortune.

It was apparent that a lot of them were equally jealous of Han Feng.

They wouldn't be envious of Han Feng if only he could display his strength of the Fourth-level Aptitude from the start. However, since he failed to produce his Internal Strength, they treated him as an incompetent person. Suddenly, after Han Feng's symptoms had cleared up, he became the Han family's Upper-grade genius. The immense gap between them and Han Feng had made them feel unstable.

It also led to jealousy.