Song Hao

Seeing the disbelief on the faces of the students in the front row, Jiang Tao immediately got angry:

"Come on, come on, how could I possibly 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 long ago. Why hasn't anyone said anything until now?"

"We just didn't want to say anything!" Chen Mo spoke up then. "Wang Wensheng, believe it or not."

"Taozi, there's no need to waste words on him!"

"Chen Mo, you..." Chen Mo's attitude made Wang Wensheng's anger surge. Just as he was about to curse him out, the class bell rang.

He could only mutter a threat, "Just wait, Chen Mo. During the sparring portion of the quiz, you'd better not run away."

The final stage of the quiz required victories and defeats to be decided through sparring before the final rankings could be determined.

What Martial Artists valued was actual combat ability. Otherwise, how could they kill Fierce Beasts?

That was why sparring matches were frequently held within the class.

Of course, they were fights between people of the same realm. There would be no higher-realm students bullying lower-realm ones.

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

Jiang Tao also wore a motherly smile. "Mozi, he really is looking for a beating."

The bell had barely stopped ringing when the homeroom teacher, Zhao Qiankun, appeared at the classroom door.

He entered with a stern face, radiating the aura of a Martial Artist. In an instant, the entire classroom fell silent.

Only after withdrawing his aura did he slowly speak:

"Last Friday, I already told you that there would be a quiz today. I hope none of you have been slacking off these past two days."

"There are only three months left until the Martial Examination. If you still refuse to cultivate diligently, then when you fail to get into a Martial University, you can regret it yourselves."

"Alright, no more nonsense. Follow me to the Cultivation Building and begin this test."

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

The Cultivation Building was a specialized building for students' cultivation, filled with various auxiliary equipment and Cultivation Chambers.

There were specialized devices for testing Vitality, strength, and speed; Training Dummies that students could fight; and an Arena for sparring.

The test included the three basic categories of strength, speed, and Vitality, as well as proficiency in Cultivation Methods and martial skills, along with actual combat ability.

A few minutes later.

The group arrived at the first-floor hall of the Cultivation Building.

"Line up. One at a time."

As soon as Zhao Qiankun spoke, everyone obediently formed a line.

They had all experienced Zhao Qiankun's authority before. No one would dare cause trouble at a time like this.

Besides, Zhao Qiankun was a Martial Artist. When a Martial Artist's aura pressed down on students who were still not Martial Artists, it naturally did not feel good.

Of course, students with Martial Artists in their families might look down on Zhao Qiankun inwardly, but they would not show it or seek trouble with him.

Zhao Qiankun might have been somewhat stern with the students in his class, but he had never maliciously targeted any of them. Naturally, they had no reason to complain to their parents.

Chen Mo and Jiang Tao stood at the very back of the line, both brimming with confidence about the test.

After all, both of them had improved considerably.

"Mozi, if you test last, you'll definitely make everyone's jaws hit the floor!"

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

"First, Song Hao!"

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

Song Hao was first in the class. Since he stood in the first spot, naturally no one competed with him for it.

At the same time, he wanted to show off and display his abilities before his classmates.

He greatly enjoyed the admiring looks of his classmates.

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

And Song Hao had not disappointed Zhao Qiankun, consistently holding first place in the class.

"Here!"

Song Hao answered expressionlessly, then stepped forward and walked to the Vitality Value testing machine, leaving his classmates with an aloof back.

The students waiting in line could not help whispering among themselves.

"What do you think Song Hao's Vitality Value has reached? I remember that during the last test, it was already 88. Could it reach 90 this time and break through to Ninth-grade Martial Disciple?"

"I think it's highly possible. His family has a Martial Artist, after all, so he doesn't lack cultivation resources. A month has passed—wouldn't gaining two points of Vitality be perfectly normal?"

"That's true. Song Hao is a cultivation genius. With no shortage of cultivation resources, his Vitality Value has definitely reached 90. I'm so envious. If only my family had a Martial Artist too."

Some people felt jealous and did not want to see Song Hao achieve good results, so they said sourly:

"I wouldn't be so sure. Once Vitality exceeds 75, the difficulty of condensing it increases severalfold. Song Hao already has 88 points of Vitality—who knows how many times harder it is than at 75? Even if he doesn't lack cultivation resources, he can't possibly gain two points of Vitality in a month."

His words were swiftly 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 had already placed his hand into the Vitality detector and, with a thought, unleashed his Vitality.

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

The moment that number appeared, everyone was stunned!

"Oh my god! Am I seeing this right? Song Hao's Vitality Value has actually reached 91! I remember it was only 88 during last month's test."

"An increase of 3 points of Vitality in one month—it's simply unbelievable."

"A genius truly is a genius, not someone ordinary people like us can compare with. I'm so envious!"

The eyes of some girls sparkled with little stars as they looked at Song Hao:

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

"If only Song Hao liked me. With a genius boyfriend like him, I'd be happy to death."

"You have neither looks nor strength. How could Song Hao possibly like you? Go wash up and sleep—everything exists in dreams!"

"And you're any different?"

Thus, the two girls began arguing, though neither dared raise her voice.

"Vitality Value 91. Song Hao, you've improved greatly. I hope you keep up the good work and strive for an excellent result in the Martial Examination three months from now."

Zhao Qiankun's voice rang out, and the chatting students immediately shut their mouths, not daring to say another word.

"I will, Teacher. Three months from now, I will definitely become a Martial Artist!" Song Hao made a bold declaration, his youthful spirit blazing without restraint.

"I wish you success!" Zhao Qiankun did not discourage Song Hao. He knew how difficult it was to become a Martial Artist. Since his student had such determination, he naturally chose encouragement.

Rather than suppression!

Moreover, given Song Hao's family circumstances, gaining 9 points of Vitality in three months was not impossible.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao!" Receiving Zhao Qiankun's blessing, Song Hao became even more high-spirited.

"Alright, begin testing the other categories!"

"Yes!"

Song Hao restrained his smile and went to the Strength Tester to test his strength.

The result came out quickly.

"Maximum Pure Strength: 917 kilograms. Average Strength: 915 kilograms!"

The students were stunned once again.

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

Compared with the previous month, all three of his results had improved considerably, leaving the students both shocked and envious.