Inside the training grounds.
The students of the Senior One demonstration class were engaged in one-on-one combat training.
Martial arts teacher Lei Jun shouted loudly at the crowd, "Dao techniques rely on money, martial arts rely on life! If you want to spend less money, you have to risk your life more."
"Every extra bit of hard work you put in now will save you money on tutoring classes."
"In two months, you will officially become Senior Two students. Think about whether your current level is worthy of Senior Two."
While urging everyone to practice diligently, Lei Jun looked at the purple-skinned, beast-like, and black-skinned students in the class and sighed in his heart, "This year's high school entrance interview will probably weigh heavily on whether or not students are willing to undergo new body refinement surgeries after enrollment."
"In another five or ten years, it will probably become a fixed item for admission, just like sterilization surgery."
Lei Jun could already imagine the situation at that time: What? You want to cultivate immortality looking like that? Go get the modification surgery done first.
But Lei Jun was also somewhat relieved: "Fortunately, I'm not a physical education teacher; it doesn't have much to do with me."
With the advancement of new body refinement technology, Lei Jun knew that the physical education teachers were holding meetings almost every day, constantly researching new teaching plans.
"So, it's still better to be a martial arts teacher; the teaching tasks are the easiest."
"But it's only easier for martial arts teachers in the first year of high school."
Lei Jun knew that the martial arts teachers in the third year of high school faced a lot of pressure.
After all, facing those Senior Three students who had already stepped into the late stage of Qi refining and were at the most score-obsessed age, what was needed was real combat experience.
"Teachers like me, who are only proficient in basic combat skills like sneak attacks, insults, and provocations, can only fight in arenas."
But wanting to be a Senior Three teacher just because you can fight?
Lei Jun knew that was a pipe dream.
"How can you be qualified if you don't spend a few years researching insurance contracts, injury assessments, medical compensation, organ valuation, and so on? You won't even understand how students are beaten to death or injured in class."
But with high risk comes high reward, and Lei Jun sometimes envied the income of Senior Three martial arts teachers as insurance and medical intermediaries.
Just then, a burst of footsteps came from outside. Lei Jun frowned when he saw the rows of Senior Two students walking in, especially when he saw Lan Ling leading the way.
At the same time, the Senior One students who had been practicing stopped one after another and bowed to the approaching Senior Two students to greet them.
"Hello, seniors!"
Looking at the respectful actions of the Senior One students, Lan Ling nodded slightly: "Carry on with your work."
Then he walked towards Lei Jun, smiled slightly, and said, "Teacher, today's arrangement is for combat exchanges between Senior Two and Senior One. You received the message, right?"
Lei Jun looked at it and found that this matter had indeed just been arranged, and his heart became even more displeased.
Because he remembered the scene of Lan Ling guiding Bai Zhenzhen a few months ago.
But he knew that he was helpless about this.
Lei Jun sighed in his heart: "It's finally here?"
Lei Jun knew that the student union of Songyang High School, and even the sixteen wealthy families of Songyang City, would not stand idly by and watch Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, two poor people, repeatedly snatching competition places.
Because for the wealthy people in Songyang City, every competition place was an important achievement for interviews with the top ten universities. How could they give it to these poor people who were destined not to be admitted to the top ten?
Even with the level of Qi Refining peak, Lei Jun didn't dare to defy this general trend at this moment, and could only reluctantly say: "Don't hurt anyone."
Lan Ling said: "Don't worry, teacher. I've told all the students that they must be careful when conducting combat training with their junior brothers and sisters and must never hurt them."
"By the way..." Lan Ling glanced around, not seeing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, and said casually, "Are all the students here? If they're not all here, call them all over."
In a corner of the training room, Zhao Tianxing, who was purple all over and looked like a humanoid eggplant, secretly took out his mobile phone and began to send messages to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen: "The gatekeeper wants to make trouble for you, don't come over."
But just as he finished sending the message, a palm gently patted Zhao Tianxing's body, scaring him so much that he almost threw his phone away.
"Junior, let senior give you some pointers."
Zhao Tianxing turned his head and saw a senior who was much wider than him looking at him with a smile.
Lan Ling said lightly: "Zhou Ke, remember, don't hurt your junior."
"Don't worry." Zhou Ke dragged Zhao Tianxing out and said gently: "I guarantee that I won't hurt even a single hair on your head."
...
In the school's small woods.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were hiding here, quietly cultivating.
As Zhang Yu circulated the Scarlet Marrow Primordial Qi, accompanied by the intense movement of muscles, organs, and bones, he was now steaming all over, as if he had become a radiator, constantly emitting heat to the surroundings.
Since returning from Xiandu, Zhang Yu had been charging forward on the path of immortality by spending money, and his strength had naturally improved by leaps and bounds.
To this day, his mana had reached , and his physical strength had reached level , which was increasingly approaching the average level of a White Dragon person at the beginning of Senior Three.
Only the progress of the Dao Heart had been slower during this period, only pushing it to level 5 (37%).
"That guy Yu Xinghan said that after this year's college entrance examination, he would introduce me to channels for cultivating the Dao Heart in the Spirit Realm. Why hasn't it happened yet?"
In addition to the progress of Dao Heart, mana, and physical body, another gain for Zhang Yu was that in the combat training with Yu Xinghan, he pushed the Dragon Elephant Mountain Shattering Palm to level 10.
And since the Dragon Elephant Mountain Shattering Palm reached level 10, Zhang Yu felt that day by day, the structure of his muscles and bones had undergone subtle changes. It was his body that was undergoing a transformation with each day's eating and exercise.
Zhang Yu understood that this was the level 10 effect of the Dragon Elephant Mountain Shattering Palm, also known as Dragon Tendons and Elephant Bones, which gave the physical body a more immortal and powerful carrying capacity, capable of bearing and transmitting higher power bursts.
"It is indeed a 200,000-dollar martial art. No wonder Yu Xinghan wants to practice this martial art."
"If I had this level 10 Dragon Elephant Mountain Shattering Palm during the physical competition, maybe I could have supported 13,000 kilograms? No, maybe I could have supported a 14,000-kilogram sky pillar."
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Yu Zi, did you see the message Lao Zhao sent us?"
Zhang Yu heard this and opened his phone. After looking at Lao Zhao's message, he looked at Bai Zhenzhen and asked, "A Zhen, what do you say?"
Bai Zhenzhen laughed: "If we don't dare to fight even students like Lan Ling from Songyang High School, how can we compete with the Xiandu masters?"
As she spoke, Bai Zhenzhen had already rushed towards the training room with a burst of electric light.
"Yu Zi, I'll take a step first. If you arrive late, you might not have a chance to fight."
Seeing Bai Zhenzhen disappearing in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "A Zhen's speed is getting faster and faster."
He knew that it wasn't just him who was improving rapidly during this period; Bai Zhenzhen was also improving rapidly.
"Originally, A Zhen's martial arts talent was already very strong with the blessing of the True Spirit Root."
Zhang Yu still remembered Bai Zhenzhen's performance in learning basic high school martial arts, comprehending the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art, and comprehending the external moves of the Wuji Cloud Hand. She succeeded in almost a very short time.
And now...
"While the True Spirit Root is promoting my cultivation speed, I am also stimulating the evolution of the True Spirit Root."
Zhang Yu had too many techniques cultivated to level 10, far exceeding the level of a high school student.
In the process of constantly adapting to Zhang Yu, the True Spirit Root seemed to absorb more traces of the techniques from the operation of the physical body and mana, and then brought them back to Bai Zhenzhen's body.
This allowed Bai Zhenzhen to cultivate the techniques that Zhang Yu had practiced as if it were a natural process, and she could continue to improve by leaps and bounds.
Especially pure external techniques like the Back Dragon Overturning Mountain Hand and the Dragon Elephant Mountain Shattering Palm, Bai Zhenzhen could master them with ease.
However, Zhang Yu knew that Bai Zhenzhen couldn't afford the right to use the techniques he had, because she wanted to save money. She was secretly practicing them and didn't intend to use them openly, only as a way to improve her strength.
...
Inside the training ground.
Zhao Tianxing, who looked like an eggplant, had just climbed up when Zhou Ke kicked him in the butt again, and the whole person fell to the ground like a dog eating shit, causing the Senior Two students to burst into laughter.
Zhao Tianxing struggled to climb up again, but no matter how he dodged and counterattacked, Zhou Ke could always appear behind his butt like a ghost and kick him.
The power used by the other party was not great, only to the extent of kicking Zhao Tianxing to the ground.
This represented a complete crushing in terms of strength, speed, and control.
So Zhao Tianxing was not injured.
He was even less discouraged by the huge gap between him and the other party.
After all, facing a senior one grade higher, Zhao Tianxing knew that any Senior One freshman could only obediently bow their heads in this situation.
"After all, there is a gap of one year, and it is completely normal not to be the opponent of the seniors."
At this moment, most of his thoughts were no longer on the battle, but on thinking about his ugly state at the moment.
"Fortunately, I had super metabolism surgery, and my whole body is purple. Everyone shouldn't be able to see my blushing face, right?"
"Purple is my best protective color now."
Climbing up again, Zhao Tianxing quickly tied his loose pants, fearing that they would fall off if he was beaten down later.
He knew that at this moment, he must have become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone present.
And the only thing Zhao Tianxing could think of doing was to try to pretend not to care, and when everyone laughed enough, they would naturally gradually stop laughing in the future.
This was his experience after being a clown again and again.
As for resistance?
"We Senior One students are definitely not the opponents of the Senior Two seniors."
"And the leader is the student union..."
Thinking of the wealthy families behind Lan Ling and others, Zhao Tianxing secretly told himself not to cause trouble for his parents.
Just then, a voice came: "Enough, what's the point of this kind of combat training?"
Zhou Ke stopped and looked at Qian Shen, who was speaking, tilting his head and saying, "This junior, do you have any objections to the senior's guidance?"
Zhao Tianxing, who was on the side, climbed up and looked at Qian Shen with some emotion: "Lao Qian..."
Qian Shen frowned and said, "In the college entrance examination's combat exam, the Yellow Turban Warriors will simulate the candidates' qualities for combat."
"If you want to improve your score, you should also fight opponents with similar data."
"Isn't what you are doing now wasting everyone's cultivation time and dragging down everyone's scores?"
"And Zhao Tianxing and most of the people present have scores that are not high in the first place. Isn't it even more delayed by what you are doing?"
