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Chapter 110: Agility
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With a thunderous rumble beneath the ground, towering walls abruptly rose from the arena floor, dividing the massive stadium into a series of isolated chambers.
In the rest area of Songyang High School, Zhang Yu stared in astonishment. “Ziyun High School’s stadium can actually transform? Compared to this, our school’s field is like a pile of sand.”
Most of the Songyang students around him grimaced, but given Zhang Yu’s recent performance—ranking fifth with a Physical Strength Level of 4.95—no one dared to challenge him openly. Even He Dayou, the school’s board member’s son, chose to pretend he hadn’t heard the remarks from this so-called Songyang Black Sheep.
After all, Songyang High School lived by scores. And someone who had just demonstrated such a high Physical Strength Level was nothing short of a legend—a mere glance from whom could send underachievers into a panic.
Wang Hai quickly changed the subject. “The Sports Competition isn’t just about Physical Strength Level. Next up are Agility, Speed, and Strength.”
“Agility is worth 75 points, Speed is also 75, and Strength carries 150. Every category matters. Those who specialize in one area won’t get a good ranking, because the Physical Fitness Competition evaluates a student’s overall physical excellence.”
“Pay attention—now they’re explaining the rules.”
A video began playing on the giant screen, demonstrating the upcoming test.
On-screen, each contestant stood alone in a small room, their feet glowing with a 3-meter-diameter halo. Of course, larger-built athletes had halos proportionally scaled up.
Then, steel beads began erupting from all four walls at high speed, shooting toward the contestants.
At the same time, the halo around each contestant’s feet started shrinking. As it contracted, the difficulty of dodging the incoming beads increased exponentially.
The round ended either when a bead hit the contestant—or if their foot stepped outside the circle.
Scores were determined by how long each contestant survived within the shrinking halo. The longer the survival time, the higher the score. The one who lasted the longest took first place.
Anyone who didn’t make the top twenty in this round was immediately eliminated—no chance to advance to the next stage.
Wang Hai said, “Got it? Looks a lot like the agility drills I’ve been running you through—but way more advanced.”
Zhang Yu rubbed his chin. “So people with larger builds are at a disadvantage here. They have to dodge more beads in the same amount of time.”
Wang Hai nodded. “Bigger frames have advantages in later strength events. But that also means disadvantages in agility—easier to hit, and even slower in speed. The Sports Competition tests all aspects of physical ability. Even if there’s emphasis, no one with serious weaknesses can rise high. Strength, Speed, Agility—none can be missing.”
The video then detailed additional rules: no Martial Energy usage during the event, and all participants had to wear Martial Energy Detection Patches to monitor energy flow.
Zhang Yu gave a small nod. He’d have to temporarily suppress Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa’s passive breath cultivation during this round.
Of course, since this was a test of raw physicality, Spirit Roots were also off-limits.
From the moment they boarded the bus, Bai Zhenzhen had kept her Spirit Root completely concealed, refusing to let even a whisper of its power surface.
After the rule explanations concluded, Bai Zhenzhen said, “Ten minutes until the start. C’mon, Yu—let’s go take a quick bathroom break. Don’t want to be stuck holding it during the match.”
The two walked off together, passing by teams from various high schools preparing for the event.
Their preparation? Drug use.
Zhang Yu watched as students from ordinary schools injected unmarked, unbranded syringes into arms covered in acne.
Students from Bailong High School, relying on their naturally strong bodies, casually gulped down entire cans of premium performance-enhancing elixirs, flaunting the bottles for the cameras.
Black-clad students from Hongta High School plunged needles into their veins one after another.
And from Ziyun High School, Le Mulan and Lian Tianji injected substances directly into their hearts—and then into their brains—boosting their abilities across the board.
As Zhang Yu took it all in, he no longer felt shocked.
He no longer asked, “Isn’t this competition supposed to test only physical bodies? Why allow drugs?”
Now, if someone asked him, he’d answer with confidence:
“Testing physical abilities includes tolerance to drugs. That’s just how Kunxu works.”
They reached the restroom.
Zhang Yu headed toward the men’s restroom, while Bai Zhenzhen went to hers.
Though he’d been to countless restrooms in his life—Songyang, Hongta, Bailong, and more—this one left him stunned.
“Wait… is that a sideboard? And there’s a box of chopsticks… a box of spoons?”
And since there was a sideboard, the sight of a table nearby wasn’t so shocking.
But then he saw the sign taped to the table:
“No urinating on the table.”
He paused.
What the hell… Are students at Ziyun High School this low-class?
Then he glanced at the wall notice.
Ah. It made sense.
Too many students were failing. The school’s profits had dropped sharply last quarter. So they introduced the Care for Underachievers Initiative.
Not only had they installed dining tables and sideboards in the restroom, ensuring struggling students could eat comfortably, they’d also banned bullying in the restrooms.
So that’s why…
Zhang Yu sighed. “Ah. So it’s about caring for underachievers. But… it still feels weird.”
Meanwhile, at the women’s restroom entrance, Bai Zhenzhen stared curiously at the extra doors beyond the usual ones.
One was labeled: Le Mulan’s Private Restroom.
“Top-ranked student’s private toilet?” Bai Zhenzhen tried to open it, but the door had no handle—clearly, it opened only after identity verification.
A flicker of envy crossed her eyes. “Songyang’s so behind. We should really learn from Ziyun. A restroom for the top three? That’d be amazing.”
A few moments later, the two returned to the arena’s edge.
Just before entering, Bai Zhenzhen took a bottle of Cognitive Enhancement Agent, boosting her focus for the match ahead.
Zhang Yu downed a Stimulant, enhancing his reaction speed.
Even though he followed a natural body cultivation path, he wasn’t about to pass up any advantage—any edge could mean a few crucial extra points.
They also drank several bottles of Neural Filler to stay alert through the long night ahead.
Soon, all contestants entered the arena. Each was fitted with a Martial Energy Detection Patch, then assigned to a separate chamber.
The ground flared with light as the halos around their feet ignited.
Zhang Yu tensed instantly.
Then—whoosh!—a storm of steel beads erupted from all four walls, shooting toward him at high speed.
“Good… these are way slower than A Zhen’s Penetrating Body Sword Qi.”
Thanks to the Stimulant, every muscle in Zhang Yu’s body was electrified. His reflexes were razor-sharp. He danced across the circle, shifting his body with precision to dodge each bead.
“At this size, I don’t need Full Concentration yet.”
Full Concentration, the 10th-level effect of the Tianwu Heart Scripture, allowed Zhang Yu to focus with unprecedented intensity—so much so that time seemed to slow when he observed the world.
But it had a flaw: it couldn’t be sustained for long.
When he first achieved it, he could only hold it for one minute. Now, with his Dao Heart strengthened and his Martial Dao Intention growing, he’d extended it to one and a half minutes.
“But in normal state, I can still manage. I’ll wait until the circle shrinks further—until dodging gets truly difficult—then I’ll activate Full Concentration.”
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On the spectator stand, Gang Shan, the popular online streamer, analyzed the scene.
“This stage gets exponentially harder as the circle shrinks. It tests not just physical reflexes and speed, but also mental endurance. Can the mind keep up?”
At that moment, the first elimination occurred.
A steel bead slammed into a student from a regular high school, knocking him off balance.
In that split second of hesitation, a barrage of beads struck him.
His mind was already in chaos. His body and reflexes couldn’t keep pace.
“Is this competition really that much harder than our school’s training?”
Then—pitter-pat-pat!—beads rained down on him. He collapsed, coughing up blood.
After being disqualified, he looked up at the big screen, watching the remaining competitors.
Envy and disbelief filled his eyes.
“Are those kids from the Key High Schools… or the Three Great Schools… really monsters? How are they still going?”
Similar scenes unfolded across the arena.
Students from ordinary schools were being eliminated in droves—many injured, some barely conscious.
Gang Shan showed the audience the fallen competitors, then turned to the calm, agile figures from Ziyun High School.
There, Lian Tianji moved with precision—eyes scanning, ears alert—dancing across the circle with subtle, controlled steps.
Farther away, Le Mulan looked effortless—like she was strolling through a garden, letting the high-speed beads streak past her like a graceful waltz.
Gang Shan sighed. “The gap is enormous. The students from regular schools are nearly all out. But the Three Great Schools? They’re just getting started.”
Le Jingchen, watching the scene, felt nothing but disdain.
“Spending thousands, even tens of thousands a month just to ‘train like cultivators’? What’s the point? These poor people don’t even know what they’re chasing.”
In his eyes, whether they cultivated or not didn’t change their lives. Forced cultivation was just self-inflicted suffering.
But he wouldn’t say that out loud.
After all, Ziyun Pharmaceutical needed those profits. His family needed those resources.
So on stream, Le Jingchen said, “The difference isn’t actually that big. I believe ordinary schools have talented students too. The gap comes mostly from information.”
Before the competition, the top schools had kept their breakthroughs under wraps—testing each other in silence.
Now, with the event underway, there was no need to hide.
“Take Ziyun High School’s Super Metabolism Surgery, for example. Or Bailong High School’s Faux Demon Muscle Surgery—less advanced, but still powerful. If students from regular schools knew about these, and got the procedures, they could compete with Le Mulan, Song Hailong, and others.”
He pointed at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
“Gang Shan, look—these two Songyang High School students, after receiving the New Physique Enhancement Technology, have already closed the gap. They’re matching the top-tier schools.”
Seeing Songyang High School aiming to shine in this competition, Le Jingchen saw an opportunity.
Why not turn it around? Use them to promote the New Physique Enhancement Technology?
(End of Chapter)
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