This time, Song Xing did not impulsively take Qin Hao to the Warrior Research Center again. There was no need to think about it: Qin Hao's Dark-Type Superpower was also Legendary Rank.
Song Xing himself had an SS-grade dark-element ability, and his cultivation was at the second stage of Martial Sect.
Generally speaking, ordinary Dark-Type Superpowers could not detect him, but Qin Hao had detected him.
Qin Hao was only at the Apprentice First Stage, which was enough to prove that his Dark-Type Superpower talent grade was extremely high.
"As expected of a little monster. Including this Dark-Type Superpower, you have a full seven superpowers, and they're all Legendary Rank."
"It's been 200 years since spiritual energy revived. It's not as if nobody has ever had two superpowers at once, but someone with as many as you, all with Legendary Talent to boot—this is just too heaven-defying!"
Song Xing went on and on.
"Uh, Senior Song, I don't have to go to the Warrior Research Center again this time, do I?"
"Mm, no need. You're already heaven-defying enough. It's just one more ability; there's no need to test it again."
"Phew, that's good!"
Today was the mock exam, and Qin Hao came to school with Song Xing hidden in his shadow.
The first exam was a written test, covering nothing but theoretical knowledge for Martial Artists.
It was very easy for Qin Hao. After all, he had gotten into No. 6 Middle School on the strength of his theoretical knowledge.
For a Martial Artist, theoretical knowledge was the foundation. Without its help, no matter how talented one was, one would not know how to cultivate or use one's abilities.
Once one's grasp of theory reached a certain level, one could create cultivation techniques based on one's own abilities.
Most of the techniques on the market today were written by powerhouses like Song Xing.
A very small number had been brought back from other worlds.
Hidden in Qin Hao's shadow, Song Xing watched him answer the questions.
He was astonished, because Qin Hao's grasp of theory really was strong. Many of the questions went well beyond the syllabus, yet he was still able to write down his own insights.
Perhaps that was why Qin Hao had been able to write a cultivation method and use the system to create techniques.
Qin Hao soon finished, handed in his paper early, and left the examination room.
"Little monster, I never expected that, on top of your immense talent, your grasp of theory would be this strong too. You even have unique insights of your own. Given time, you might well be able to create cultivation techniques!"
Song Xing spoke from the shadow.
"Ahem, you flatter me. I was just letting my imagination run wild!"
"By the way, I think you should hold back a little in the practical exam later. Otherwise, it wouldn't look good if someone with F-grade talent beat up someone with S-Rank Talent. Understand?"
Song Xing gave him a serious reminder.
"Don't worry, Senior Song. I'm planning to come in dead last in the practical exam this time."
Soon, time was up for the written test, and all the students gathered on the sports field.
Next came the principal's long, boring speech. Only after that did the actual exam begin.
They were divided by class. First, they competed for rankings within their own classes, and then the classes competed against one another.
In Class Six of the third year!
The first to step onto the stage were Qin Hao and Zhao Hu.
Clearly, their homeroom teacher had arranged it deliberately. He still could not believe that Qin Hao only had F-Rank Talent.
"Qin Hao, I refuse to believe I still can't beat you this time."
Zhao Hu spoke with a look of defiance.
Qin Hao was in a bind now. If it had been anyone else, he could have simply held back and taken a few hits from their skills.
But this was Zhao Hu. He had never won a sparring match against Qin Hao before, and Qin Hao had beaten him badly every time.
If Qin Hao held back this time, Zhao Hu would probably beat him half to death for revenge.
With that thought, Qin Hao made his decision. He would hold back against anyone else, but absolutely not against Zhao Hu.
And so, the two clashed, their Lightning Fists smashing fiercely against each other.
As before, although Qin Hao restrained himself considerably, he did not dare hold back too much.
After all, Zhao Hu had been training desperately in Lightning Fist for some time, and it was still quite powerful when he used it.
His fists were also wreathed in lightning. As long as they struck Qin Hao, they would cause the pain of an electric shock, along with a slight feeling of dizziness.
Although Qin Hao had Legendary Talent, it was still somewhat difficult to use only Lightning Fist while also holding back a little.
"Hmph, Qin Hao, how's that? I haven't even used my full strength yet!"
The two quickly put distance between them, and Zhao Hu called out to Qin Hao.
"It's all right! Nothing special!"
"You... Fine, I'm going to use my full strength now. You'd better be careful."
Zhao Hu charged at Qin Hao. The lightning on his Lightning Fist shone even more brightly, accompanied by peals of thunder.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
When their attacks crashed together, Qin Hao found that Zhao Hu seemed stronger than before.
Even so, it was still very difficult for him to hurt Qin Hao.
After all, with the suppression from the difference in their Lightning-Type talent grades, Zhao Hu's lightning at its strongest felt like a shock from a lighter's spark igniter.
Zhao Hu had quite a bit of stamina this time. He fought Qin Hao for a full ten minutes before growing somewhat tired. Right then, Qin Hao immediately pretended his strength had given out and quickly collapsed onto the ground.
"Stop! I admit defeat. I can barely go on. You're amazing, all right? Hah..."
As Qin Hao spoke, he pretended to pant for breath.
A trace of delight appeared on Zhao Hu's face. Looking at Qin Hao, he said, "Hmph, F-grade talent really is trash. You're already done for?"
"Yeah, I'm F-grade, I'm trash. Not like you, with B-Rank Talent—a real genius. You're awesome, all right?"
With that, Qin Hao limped off the stage.
"Zhao Hu wins. Next match..."
Just like that, Qin Hao muddled his way through.
"Brother Hao, are you all right? Did Zhao Hu hurt your leg?"
Cao Shuai hurried over, helped Qin Hao, and asked.
"Uh, Fatty, I only ran out of spiritual power!"
Cao Shuai looked at Qin Hao's limping gait and said, "That's not right, Brother Hao. Look, you're limping."
Only then did Qin Hao realize it. He hurriedly said, "Ahem, actually, Zhao Hu did hurt my foot."
"Hmph, that Zhao Hu! Don't worry, Brother Hao, I'll avenge you!"
Later, when Cao Shuai faced Zhao Hu, the two fought a closely matched battle. In the end, Cao Shuai came out on top; after all, he had not used up much spiritual power.
Zhao Hu, on the other hand, had been drained by Qin Hao once already, and after only a few hours, he had not recovered much.
"Hmph! That's for hurting his leg. I'll let you have a taste of what an injured leg feels like too!"
As Cao Shuai spoke, he struck Zhao Hu's leg with a Fireball Art, nearly burning his pants away.
In the end, the matches within the class came to a close. Qin Hao's limp was fake, but poor Zhao Hu really was limping.
Not only that, Zhao Hu's long pants had become a pair of extremely short shorts. It was an eyesore, because his leg hair was thick and long.
That evening, in an office in the teaching building!
Qin Hao's homeroom teacher wrote on his computer, "There's a serious problem with Qin Hao's talent grade. It's definitely not F-grade. Please instruct me on what to do next!"
Then he clicked send.
The other party replied, "Make your move immediately. Whether or not he has Legendary Talent, better to kill the wrong person than let him go!"
After reading the message, Qin Hao's homeroom teacher hurriedly replied, "Understood!"