Song Hao

Seeing the disbelief on his classmates' faces in the front row, Jiang Tao immediately got annoyed:

"Get out of here, get out. How could I be bragging? I saw it with my own eyes! Wang Wensheng, believe it or not."

Wang Wensheng instinctively retorted, "If it were true, word would have spread by now. Why hasn't anyone said anything?"

"We just don't want to talk about it!" Chen Mo spoke up then. "Wang Wensheng, believe it or not."

"Taozi, there's no point wasting breath on him!"

"Chen Mo, you..." Chen Mo's attitude made Wang Wensheng's anger spike. He was about to curse Chen Mo out when the class bell rang.

He could only mutter a threat under his breath: "Just wait, Chen Mo. In the quiz sparring, I hope you don't run away."

The final part of the quiz required a sparring match to determine the winner and decide the final ranking.

Martial artists value practical combat ability above all—how else would they kill ferocious beasts?

So, sparring matches were held frequently within the class.

Of course, they were between cultivators of the same realm; no one bullied those weaker than themselves.

"Looking for a beating? Then I'll be waiting." Chen Mo smiled faintly.

Jiang Tao also grinned like a doting aunt: "Mozi, he really is asking for it."

As soon as the bell finished ringing, the homeroom teacher, Zhao Qiankun, appeared at the classroom door.

He entered with a stern face, releasing a martial artist's aura. Instantly, the entire classroom fell silent.

After withdrawing his aura, he spoke slowly:

"Last Friday, I told you all that today would be the quiz. I hope you didn't slack off these past two days."

"There are only three months left until the Martial Examination. If you don't train hard now and fail to get into a Martial University, you'll have no one to blame but yourselves."

"Alright, enough talk. Follow me to the Training Building and start this test."

With that, Zhao Qiankun took the lead and headed for the Training Building.

The Training Building was a specialized facility for students to cultivate, equipped with various auxiliary devices and training rooms.

There were professional machines for testing Vitality Value, strength, and speed; Training Dummies that could spar with students; and sparring platforms.

The test covered the basics—strength, speed, and Vitality Value—along with proficiency in Cultivation Methods and martial techniques, as well as practical combat ability.

A few minutes later.

The group arrived at the first-floor lobby of the Training Building.

"Line up. One by one."

As Zhao Qiankun finished speaking, everyone automatically formed a line.

They had all experienced Zhao Qiankun's authority; no one would cause trouble at a time like this.

Besides, Zhao Qiankun was a martial artist. When a martial artist's aura pressed down, even the students who were also martial artists found it unpleasant.

Of course, students from families with martial artists might look down on Zhao Qiankun in their hearts, but they wouldn't show it or pick a fight with him.

Though strict with the class, Zhao Qiankun had never maliciously targeted any student, so they had no reason to complain to their parents.

Chen Mo and Jiang Tao stood at the back of the line. Both were confident about the test.

After all, they had both made considerable progress.

"Mozi, when you test last, you'll blow everyone's minds!"

"Haha!" Chen Mo laughed it off, unconcerned about the test.

"First up, Song Hao!"

Seeing the students lined up, Zhao Qiankun began calling names for the test.

Song Hao was the top student in the class. He stood first in line, so naturally, no one competed with him for the spot.

He also wanted to steal the spotlight and show off in front of his classmates.

He thoroughly enjoyed the admiring looks from his peers.

Zhao Qiankun also thought highly of Song Hao and often praised him.

And Song Hao never let Zhao Qiankun down, consistently holding the top spot in the class.

"Present!"

Song Hao responded expressionlessly, stepping forward to stand before the machine that tested Vitality Value, leaving his classmates with a view of his aloof back.

At that moment, the students still in line couldn't help whispering among themselves.

"What do you think Song Hao's Vitality Value is now? Last time, it was 88. Will it reach 90 this time and break through to Ninth-grade Martial Disciple?"

"I think it's very likely. After all, his family has a martial artist, so he's never short on training resources. A month has passed; gaining two points of Vitality Value is normal, right?"

"True. Song Hao is a cultivation genius. With no shortage of resources, his Vitality Value has definitely hit 90. I'm so jealous. If only my family had a martial artist too."

Someone, burning with envy and not wanting to see Song Hao do well, said sourly:

"I wouldn't be so sure. Once Vitality Value exceeds 75, the difficulty of condensing it multiplies. For Song Hao at 88, the difficulty is many times greater than at 75. Even if he has all the resources he needs, there's no way he gained two points in one month."

His words were quickly refuted by Song Hao's fans: "You just can't stand seeing Song Hao do well, can you? You're jealous!"

"..."

That student had nothing to say.

Just then, Song Hao placed his hand on the Blood Qi Detector, and with a thought, erupted his blood qi.

Immediately, the numbers on the display above his head began to jump, finally settling at 91!

As soon as this number appeared, everyone was stunned!

"Heavens! Am I seeing things? Song Hao's blood qi actually reached 91. I remember last month's test, it was only 88."

"A gain of 3 blood qi points in one month—unbelievable."

"As expected, a genius is a genius, not something us ordinary people can compare to. I'm so jealous!"

Some girls looked at Song Hao with stars in their eyes:

"Oh my god! Song Hao, you're my idol!"

"If only Song Hao would take a liking to me. With a genius boyfriend like that, I'd be blissfully happy."

"You've got neither looks nor strength. How could Song Hao ever fancy you? Better go wash up and sleep—dreams have everything!"

"And you're any different?"

Thus, two girls started arguing, though they dared not speak loudly.

"Blood qi 91. Song Hao, great improvement. I hope you keep it up and strive for a good result in the Martial Examination three months from now."

Teacher Zhao's voice rang out, and the chattering students immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

"I will, Teacher. In three months, I will definitely become a martial artist!" Song Hao declared boldly, his youthful arrogance unmistakable.

"I wish you success!" Zhao Qiankun did not discourage Song Hao. He knew full well the difficulty of becoming a martial artist. Since his student had this resolve, he naturally chose encouragement.

Not suppression!

Moreover, given Song Hao's family background, raising his blood qi by 9 points in three months wasn't impossible.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao!" Song Hao, having received Zhao Qiankun's blessing, grew even more spirited.

"Alright, let's move on to the other test items!"

"Yes!"

Song Hao put away his smile and went to the Strength Tester to measure his power.

Soon, the results came out.

"Pure Strength: maximum 917 kilograms, Average Strength: 915 kilograms!"

Once again, his classmates were astonished.

Next came the speed test. Song Hao's result was 19 meters per second.

All three scores had improved significantly compared to the previous month, leaving his classmates both shocked and envious.