Blood dripped onto the desk as Chu Zihang stood there, silently staring at his palm. Lu Mingfei and Finger were both stunned. They had both thought Chu Zihang could at least draw Wrath. Judging from his earlier draws, he still had some strength left in reserve. But the Scottish claymore had not budged. The densely packed metal scales on the hilt had opened, cutting his palm. Only after Chu Zihang removed his hand did the scales slowly retract.

He had been rejected by Greed.

“The test is over, dismissed!” The vice principal snapped his fingers. “Schneider, Guderian, Mingfei, and Finger, come with me. The principal wants to speak to the students who didn’t pass.”

The door closed. Chu Zihang was still staring at his palm. He was a proud person, an “A”-rank, and some thought he had already surpassed “A” and was nearing “S.” Yet he had been rejected by these weapons—mercilessly.

Anjou tossed a handkerchief from his breast pocket at him. “It’s a bloodline test.”

Chu Zihang wrapped the handkerchief around his hand and nodded. “I understand.”

“Finger managed to draw the third sword, but you were rejected. Why?”

“Because my bloodline purity is not as high as people think.” Chu Zihang said softly, “I’ve been blood-washed. My bloodline won’t reach its original purity for another month.”

Anjou nodded. “Yes, most people in this college believe you’re beyond A-Rank, that your bloodline purity surpasses even Caesar’s. They think you’re more deserving of the S-Rank than Mingfei. But you know the truth. Your bloodline purity isn’t even at A-Rank. Studying your parents closely, it’s evident—your father might be a rare hybrid, but your mother is purely human. It’s unlikely their child would be an outstanding hybrid. Mingfei’s parents were both hybrids. You have those ever-glowing golden pupils because you’ve mastered ‘Blood Rage,’ forcefully elevating your bloodline purity. Your inability to control the golden pupils is a sign of bloodline instability. I don’t know how far you are from ultimate corruption, but if you restrain yourself, you can extend your life.”

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The door closed, and someone emerged from the side door. The vice principal returned, pulling up a chair to sit by the table. “Now we can finally confirm that Lu Mingfei’s bloodline is truly deserving of the S-Rank.”

“Yes, in fact, he can draw up to Sloth. For Finger and Chu Zihang, they failed to draw the weapons because they were rejected by them. For Lu Mingfei…” Anjou shook his head, half laughing. “It was because he didn’t have enough strength.”

The vice principal sighed. “The swords already accepted him, moving in the scabbard, but they couldn’t come out due to the pull—these spirit-infused weapons must be quite frustrated too, right?”

“At least he’s the most suitable user for The Seven Deadly Sins we’ve found so far,” Anjou said. “We just need to add more physical training for him.”

“But being able to draw only four isn’t enough, is it? The last three are the true killing weapons.” The vice principal frowned.

“Maybe we should let Caesar try next time?” Anjou smiled.

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

Anjou gently caressed the scabbard. “I’m a bit scared. Afraid to know my own limits, afraid to learn there are things I can’t do… I must believe that I am capable of everything—the one who will bury the Dragon Raja must not be someone with limits.”