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Chapter 65: Martial Arts Remedial Class
"Mo Tianyi contacted you?"
On the school corridor, Zhang Yu listened to Bai Zhenzhen’s words, then gave a slight nod. "Indeed. There's no need to tell them the truth now."
Bai Zhenzhen continued, "And that guy—their leader—I just can’t shake the feeling that something’s off about him."
"Didn’t I mention this before? I tried digging into his background."
"According to Mo Tianyi’s group, this leader also placed in the competition back in his first year."
"I spent weeks researching—went through every first-year competition result from the three top schools. Only two people who placed could realistically be considered poor."
"But from what I know, both of them have already signed contracts with Bailong High School. There’s no way they’d ever get into one of the Top Ten Elite Universities."
Zhang Yu frowned. "So Mo Tianyi’s group was misled?"
Bai Zhenzhen shook her head, her expression puzzled. "According to Mo Tianyi’s people, this leader actually signed a binding contract—under the witness of the Great Deity of Heavenly Oath and Contract—pledging to enter one of the Top Ten Elite Universities. And once he’s able, he must pull them all up to the second layer."
"Frankly… I just don’t get it."
As they spoke, they arrived at the training ground.
……
On the training field, Martial Arts instructor Lei Jun had already been waiting for them to attend their remedial class for the Martial Arts Competition.
Ever since Zhang Pianpian had visited Songyang High School the day before, the school had reopened eligibility for the two of them. The remedial sessions were back in full swing.
Three classes per week, costing 3,000 yuan each.
Though the fee was cheap by teacher standards, it still represented a significant burden for Zhang Yu.
After paying the week’s 3,000 yuan tuition, Zhang Yu’s savings dropped to just over 35,000 yuan.
At that moment, Lei Jun stood in the center of the field, wearing a tank top emblazoned with the words "Martial Arts Great Use" in bold letters, going through his warm-up routine with focused precision.
Besides Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, no other students were present—because the first-year Martial Arts Competition had only two participants.
Unlike the Mana Competition, where even failing to place offered valuable exposure, the Martial Arts Competition stage was deadly real.
There, it wasn’t just about losing—students from the three top schools could seriously injure or even cripple opponents.
For the poor, the consequences were even worse: a single match could wipe out their family’s finances.
Medical costs from on-site emergencies, hospitalization, and long-term treatment—these expenses skyrocketed exponentially based on injury severity.
So once students realized they had no chance of placing, neither rich nor poor dared to risk their lives or their families’ futures by entering the competition.
Seeing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen arrive, Lei Jun called out, "I’ve already registered both of you."
He then sent them a link. "First, buy insurance today."
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen understood immediately—safety first.
After reviewing the insurance plans, both opted for the cheapest option.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford the premium plan; the lower-tier policy offered better value.
After all, they’d rather invest their money into improving their combat strength than spend it on insurance.
Lei Jun warned, "This insurance covers up to 100,000 yuan in medical expenses. If you get seriously injured, you’ll be paying out of pocket."
"Fight smart. Stay safe. Avoid injury at all costs."
Zhang Yu nodded in agreement. The prize for first place was only 50,000 yuan plus a temporary license to use an expert-level martial art.
He’d be a fool to risk a career-ending injury just for a prize.
Lei Jun sighed. "But you’re lucky. When I competed, we were allowed to use weapons. Even with referees watching, students still died on the stage—or went bankrupt and dropped out."
"There was one year with only seven participants. The old guard finally changed the rules—no weapons allowed."
"Now it’s bare-handed combat. Whether you can afford post-match medical bills is entirely on you."
"Enough talk. Buy your insurance, then warm up."
After completing their warm-up, Lei Jun raised a hand.
"Those three top schools possess celestial techniques we don’t have access to. Their funding? It’s beyond anything you can imagine."
"Celestial Spirit Root cultivation, cutting-edge lab drugs, even body-enhancement surgeries—they treat all of these as everyday luxuries."
"I collected data from their top competitors in the Martial Arts Competition.
Their average Physical Strength Level is above Level 2, Martial Energy over 25, and they use performance-enhancing drugs, battle spirit roots, and other supplements during matches."
"Their stats are far superior to yours."
"Their strength is greater, their speed faster, their Martial Energy deeper."
As Lei Jun spoke, a sudden thought struck Zhang Yu:
If the three top schools have such overwhelming advantages, then how did Songyang manage to win awards in the Sports Competition? What secret do they have? And how did Wang Hai become so strong?
Lei Jun continued, "But in real combat, raw numbers don’t guarantee victory. That’s why practical exams exist."
His tone turned serious.
"From now on, you must learn to fight against opponents stronger than you—and develop the ability to avoid injury at all costs."
With that, a powerful aura slowly radiated from Lei Jun, surging toward Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen like a tidal wave.
"To maximize your training time, you’ll train together from now on."
"I’ll hold back to maintain a Level 2 Physical Strength, speed, and 25 units of Mana Level—matching your average."
Moments later, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen lunged from opposite sides—whoosh!—and charged at Lei Jun.
Boom!
Lei Jun’s hands deflected Bai Zhenzhen’s kick and Zhang Yu’s palm strike with equal ease.
In an instant, three figures blurred across the training ground, locked in a high-speed battle.
But Zhang Yu felt no sense of teamwork—no coordination with Bai Zhenzhen.
Lei Jun’s combat experience was immeasurable. Combined with his artificially maintained strength and speed—far beyond their own—he effortlessly anticipated every move, countered every attack, and severed any connection between them.
Zhang Yu felt like he was fighting alone, overwhelmed by Lei Jun’s presence.
He couldn’t help but think:
So this is what I’ll face in the Martial Arts Competition—opponents whose stats dwarf mine?
He realized he’d underestimated the challenge.
With his 10th-level Wuji Yunshou hidden as a secret weapon, the reality of the competition was far harsher than he’d imagined.
Then—CRACK!
A deafening explosion echoed as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were both thrown backward, crashing to the ground.
While the two panted heavily, Lei Jun stood there, face calm, breath steady—as if he’d just taken a leisurely walk.
"Five minutes’ rest. Then back up."
Bai Zhenzhen mentally groaned: Old Lei’s insane. Every move I made was predicted. How many martial arts does he even know?
Zhang Yu thought: He’s Dao Heart Level 10, Martial Energy 100, Physical Strength Level 10. He’s trained at least ten martial arts to Level 10, and his Qi Cultivation has reached the peak. So why hasn’t he formed a foundation?
Curious, he asked aloud: "Teacher Lei, you’re still at the Qi Cultivation stage. You haven’t formed a foundation yet?"
Lei Jun’s expression darkened. "Forming a foundation isn’t easy."
Seeing their inquisitive stares, he exhaled and said casually, "You need a Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate to form a foundation. Jin Dan requires a Jin Dan Qualification Certificate. Yuan Ying needs its own. Breaking through realms isn’t something you can just decide on your own."
"Practicing without a license is illegal. The Eight Great Righteous Gods and the Top Ten Sects punish it with death. They’ve always enforced these rules strictly."
"You can only take the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate after entering university."
"Fail to get it before graduation, and you’ll never get another chance in life."
He looked into the distance, his eyes dimming.
He remembered his own university years—just when he was preparing for his foundation exam, the number of available slots had been drastically reduced.
In those few years, the standard for spirit roots had been crushed from Human Spirit Root all the way up to Celestial Spirit Root.
He’d been left utterly hopeless.
Now, back in Songyang, working and cultivating nonstop for 24 hours a day just to pay off debt—it felt… lighter.
Lei Jun spoke softly. "The difference between having the certificate and not? It’s everything."
"No foundation? Ten years of university was just a dream. You can’t stay in the upper layers. You’ll end up back in Kunxu Layer One."
He glanced at Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu.
"Enjoy your high school years while you can. Once you get to university, you’ll miss this simplicity."
After a few minutes, Lei Jun said, "Rest’s over. Get up."
Three figures once again clashed in a whirlwind of motion.
After the session ended, Zhang Yu returned to the half-finished apartment to continue cultivating the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
This technique enhanced both Dao Heart and Physical Strength Level, making it his primary focus these days.
Especially since the scripture contained nine martial arts—boxing, kicking, palm strikes, and more—giving him a profound understanding of fundamentals and real-world combat application.
From then on, Zhang Yu balanced studying, training, and attending Lei Jun’s remedial classes with Bai Zhenzhen.
Eleven days passed in a blink.
……
That night, in the abandoned apartment.
As Zhang Yu delivered the final move of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, he finally reached Level 10.
At that moment, the nine martial arts—boxing, kicking, palm strikes—flowed into his mind as if they were innate.
The combat instinct embedded in the Heavenly Martial Will surged through him, granting him limitless courage and resolve, yet also perfect calm—never losing control to blind rage or reckless impulse.
"No wonder this is a combat-focused cultivation method. Especially at Level 10…"
Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes.
Suddenly, the world around him seemed to slow by a fraction.
Even the motion of his own hand appeared to move in slow motion.
It wasn’t that time had actually slowed.
It was the Level 10 effect of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture—a sudden, overwhelming surge in focus and concentration, creating the illusion that everything had slowed down.
(End of Chapter)
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