Advanced Martial Apprentice

That morning, aside from picking up attributes dropped by others during training, Wang Teng spent his time seeking people out for sparring matches.

Movement techniques, fist techniques, sword techniques, saber techniques—anything he knew, he tested against someone.

Before he knew it, the title "Sparring Maniac" had spread among the intermediate trainees. Who knew which bastard had started it?

"Don't let me find out which bastard it was!"

When Wang Teng heard someone calling him that, his whole face went black.

Damn it!

What grudge or grievance do you have against me to smear me like this?!

"A... achoo!"

The fatty, Wu Liang, was having lunch in the cafeteria of the Polaris Dojo when he suddenly sneezed.

The rice in his mouth shot into his nose, and grains of rice dripped out along with his snot.

He rubbed his nose and said gloomily, "Sneezing for no reason... could someone be cursing me behind my back? That's downright immoral!"

Wang Teng looked over his attribute panel. His gains on the second floor had indeed been huge. In just one morning, all his attributes had nearly reached the level of an advanced martial disciple.

Comprehension: 35

Physique: 66

Strength: 621

Speed: 323

Combat techniques: Basic Fist Technique (Mastery), Basic Movement Technique (Mastery), Basic Sword Technique (Mastery), Basic Saber Technique (Minor Mastery)

The threshold for an advanced martial disciple was a physique of 70, strength of 700 kilograms, and a hundred-meter sprint in five seconds.

As long as he worked a little harder that afternoon, a fresh, tender advanced martial disciple would be hot out of the oven!

Several of his basic combat techniques had also risen by a level. His fist technique, sword technique, and movement technique had gone from Minor Mastery to Mastery, while his saber technique had risen from Proficient to Minor Mastery.

His overall strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

Unfortunately, he had not picked up any attributes from other combat techniques today. It seemed that most people chose these few techniques as their main training subjects.

After leaving the training building, Wang Teng headed toward the dojo cafeteria.

He had heard from trainees like Zhang Shaoyang that Polaris Dojo had a cafeteria.

And as long as one had money, one could eat anything there.

Even star beast ingredients were available!

Those star beast ingredients were hunted by the dojo's warriors, then sold back to the dojo in exchange for points or cash.

That was why the dojo had a much wider selection of star beast ingredients than the outside world.

Many rare star beasts could not even be bought outside.

Moreover, the dojo cafeteria had specially hired master spirit chefs to handle the star beast ingredients.

Spirit chefs were a subsidiary profession born from the warrior profession.

Every master spirit chef had to possess Force, and anyone who wanted to cultivate Force had to be a warrior.

A warrior becoming a chef—could you even imagine it?

But the food made by master spirit chefs was no ordinary food. It was spirit food that benefited a warrior's cultivation.

Its cooking methods and all kinds of dishes came from the Star Martial Continent.

Even the profession of master spirit chef itself had been passed down from the Star Martial Continent.

Master spirit chefs also earned a great deal, with none of the danger. Many warriors fawned over them just to eat spirit food, so master spirit chefs actually held very high status.

As Wang Teng and Zhang Shaoyang walked toward the cafeteria, Wang Teng asked curiously, "So the Polaris Dojo cafeteria serves spirit food too?"

Zhang Shaoyang explained, "That's right. Our Polaris Dojo is one of the three great martial dojos of Huaxia, so naturally we can afford to hire master spirit chefs.

These days, the dishes brought over from other worlds have been studied, tested, and even improved upon by Earth's chefs, gradually forming an entire spirit-food cuisine system.

But that otherworldly spirit-food cuisine is only available on the cafeteria's third floor. Warriors usually come and go there; ordinary trainees simply can't afford it."

Wang Teng nodded, then asked in surprise, "Oh? You can see warriors there too?"

"You can, but there usually aren't many. Most warriors spend their days exploring the Star Martial Continent or carrying out missions issued by the dojo. They don't spend much time in the dojo itself," Zhang Shaoyang said.

Wang Teng nodded and asked again, "Is spirit food expensive?"

"More than expensive! Ordinary dishes cost tens of thousands, while difficult dishes or those with rare ingredients can cost hundreds of thousands, even millions. They're insanely expensive, okay?" Zhang Shaoyang cried.

Good heavens, even Michelin chefs aren't this awesome, are they?

Wang Teng was somewhat dumbfounded.

Besides, a single meal costing hundreds of thousands or millions—were warriors really that rich?

Naturally, he did not go to the cafeteria's third floor. He only had a meal on the first floor with Zhang Shaoyang and the others.

Wang Teng was not extravagant enough to spend hundreds of thousands on a meal.

If he was going to eat, he would wait until he became a warrior and could casually earn a hundred million. Then he would go eat, and he could let his parents taste this so-called spirit food too.

After finishing lunch, they rested for an hour.

Then they continued training that afternoon.

Wang Teng grabbed a saber that was hungry for battle and went everywhere challenging people, mainly seeking out trainees who practiced the Basic Saber Technique.

Among all his combat techniques, only his saber technique was still at Minor Mastery.

One had to be fair in life and not favor one over another, so he decided to raise his Basic Saber Technique to Mastery first.

The few hours that afternoon passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Teng's various attributes had long since crossed the threshold for an advanced martial disciple.

In other words, he had finally become an advanced martial disciple.

Among martial disciples, he was now among the top tier—a comparatively strong ant.

And his Basic Saber Technique had also risen to Mastery.

Only, his movement technique, fist technique, and sword technique had accidentally reached Perfection again, leaving his Basic Saber Technique behind once more.

Where was the promised fairness?

"Wronged JPG!" Basic Saber Technique.

It seems I'm improving a little too fast! Wang Teng thought helplessly.

Life truly was lonely as snow!

Wang Teng decided to remain on the second floor for a few more days. After all, improvement was still improvement.

Perhaps the third floor had more attributes, but a few days would make no difference.

That night, Wang Teng returned home and ate with his parents before heading out again to Polaris Dojo to pick up attributes.

It was not until eleven o'clock that he returned home.

After taking a shower, he lay on his bed and silently opened his attribute panel for a look.

Comprehension: 43

Physique: 84

Strength: 964

Speed: 533

Combat techniques: Basic Fist Technique (Perfection), Basic Movement Technique (Perfection), Basic Sword Technique (Perfection), Basic Saber Technique (Mastery)

Not bad. Judging by these attribute values, even among advanced martial disciples, he was at an above-average level.

As long as he did not run into a formal warrior, he at least had some ability to protect himself.

As he thought, he lay in bed and gradually fell asleep before long.

The next day, Wang Teng habitually got up early. It was Monday, and he had to go to school.

He had nearly forgotten that he was still a high school student.

He had just been reborn and still had an adult's mindset. Then, by chance, it had been the weekend, so he had run off to practice martial arts—completely unlike something a high school student would do.

That morning, the whole family sat together for breakfast.

As Wang Shengguo drank his porridge, he said, "Although you're practicing martial arts now, you can't fall behind in your academic studies either. Universities now have martial arts majors, and as long as you reach advanced martial disciple level before the college entrance examination, you can apply.

"If you can get into a military academy, that would also be a good choice. After graduating, you would at least hold a field-grade rank.

"Nowadays, military rank is tied to martial arts level to a great extent. But so far, only orthodox warriors who graduate from military academies can be granted military ranks. Warriors who graduate from ordinary universities do not receive that privilege."

Wang Teng nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The nation was the best protective umbrella. If he could enter a military academy and receive a military rank after graduation, it would not be a bad approach.

Of course, even if he entered an ordinary school, warriors would receive many benefits. Ordinary schools even formed their own academic factions.

Every warrior faction's protection of its own warriors was beyond doubt, and they offered relatively greater freedom as well.

In short, each had its own advantages.

It seemed that if possible, he still needed to get into a good university. Even with his golden finger, he needed time to grow.

Before becoming strong enough to ignore all rules, the best approach was to find himself a powerful backer.

The problem was that, whether in his previous life or this one, he had never studied properly. His academic grades could only be described as a complete mess...

—A newbie's dividing line—

"Force chef" didn't sound very good, so I changed it to "master spirit chef." It won't affect the reading experience~~~om