Undergraduate First Trial!

After that, Meng Chao enjoyed a leisurely life, cultivating as usual.

His Contribution Points, however, skyrocketed like a bursting dam.

Besides Yan Zhennan, he also farmed an Elite Monster, who was none other than the Yan Family's head, "Elite Citizen Yan Hengbo."

Although both were Elite Monsters, there was still a difference in size. This martial arts grandmaster, who personally created the Ripple Force, brought Meng Chao Contribution Points in the three digits every time!

Adding the Yan Corporation's martial arts experts, who brought hundreds or even over a thousand Contribution Points every day, it was simply exhilarating.

However, Meng Chao also observed a phenomenon: as the Modified Ripple Force became more widespread, once the daily increase in Contribution Points reached its limit, it would turn downwards and gradually decline.

This was understandable, because the future had already changed, the contribution had been completed, and it was impossible for a mere basic force exertion method to provide unlimited Contribution Points.

According to the current daily decreasing curve, he could harvest several thousand Contribution Points just from the Modified Ripple Force, and he had also gotten on the good side of the Yan Corporation, so he was already very satisfied.

Finally, the day of the Undergraduate Three Trials' First Trial, the school test, arrived!

At the school gate, banners were hung high.

Inside the campus, colorful flags fluttered.

The eight senior high school classes, nearly five hundred students, would engage in a fierce competition, vying for one hundred and fifty advancement spots.

The fiery blood of youth was about to turn into boiling magma, overturning the ceiling of the fifteen-story cultivation center.

In the conference room on the top floor of the cultivation center.

Dozens of large screens monitored the situation in each examination hall.

Another screen displayed the constantly changing ranking of scores.

The school leaders and senior high school homeroom teachers sat below. Whenever the ranking changed, it would trigger subtle fluctuations on their faces. Their conversations were filled with strong jealousy and even the smell of gunpowder.

Dragon City's resources were limited, and competition was everywhere. Humans had to compete with monsters, and humans had to compete with each other. Students haggled over rankings, and teachers and school leaders, who didn't want to compete with other classes, other key high schools, especially those high and mighty "Municipal Key High Schools"?

This year's senior high school group's results were quite good, vaguely touching the tail of the municipal key schools.

Principal Sun was nearly seventy years old. When he was young, he fought with zombies and monsters, leaving behind roots of illness. He gradually became a hunched, shriveled old man who dozed off all day. He was preparing to exert his remaining energy for two more years before retiring. He usually didn't care much and could still maintain a calm smile.

Dean of Students Ma Qingyun, however, was in his prime and presided over most of the daily work. He very much hoped to go further after Principal Sun retired.

This year's student results were good, and he was particularly excited. His horse face was flushed red, truly resembling the nickname the students secretly gave him, a Big Macaque jumping up and down.

Devil Yan remained expressionless, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, studying the Wild Bull Technique in his mind.

The homeroom teachers of the eight graduating classes all pretended to be humble like academic masters:

"No, no, Class 1 is not good this year. There are only thirty or so who can outrun Bolt."

"Class 2 is even worse. These lazybones are all weak and feeble, not even as good as the Olympic weightlifting champions of the Earth era. Alas, I'm worried to death!"

"If you Rocket Class are saying this, then wouldn't our Parallel Class be even more finished?"

"What do you mean 'finished'? Who doesn't know that you're all holding back, wanting to compete with our Rocket Class? Take Teacher Wang from Class 6, for example. On the surface, he's harmless, but he secretly set up a study group. Who knows what Marvelous Skill and Unique Art they're cultivating? Teacher Wang, don't hide, tell us about it?"

"No, absolutely not." Wang Longjun shook his head seriously, "What Marvelous Skill and Unique Art? How would I know?"

Before the words faded, the extreme punching power leaderboard on the big screen trembled violently.

Someone was making their way up.

Because each class was marked with a different color, everyone could tell at a glance:

"Class 6's Chu Feixiong, extreme punching power 249.5 kilograms, 21st on the punching power list!"

"Whoa!"

"A student from a Parallel Class is actually stronger than most of the Rocket Class in terms of extreme punching power?"

"Teacher Wang, that's not fair, still saying you don't have any Marvelous Skill and Unique Art?"

The other seven homeroom teachers slapped the table one after another, half-jokingly scolding.

Before they could recover from the impact of Chu Feixiong's punching power, another Class 6 student came charging in.

"Class 6's Meng Chao, extreme punching power 240.9 kilograms, 100-meter sprint in 9.55 seconds, surpassing Bolt by 0.03 seconds, total score temporarily ranked 19th in the school!"

"Meng Chao!"

"I remember he was a good seed back in the first and second year of high school, but he suffered a serious injury later on. He actually recovered?"

This time, even the two Rocket Class homeroom teachers couldn't hide the envy and jealousy in their eyes.

They had been paying attention to this good seed, Meng Chao, for a long time. If he hadn't been injured, he would definitely have been assigned to the Rocket Class in his third year.

Unexpectedly, he stayed in Class 6 and recovered as before, even taking it a step further. What luck did this Wang Longjun have?

Even Devil Yan let out a "huh" and specifically retrieved Meng Chao's test footage to watch.

Dean of Students Ma Qingyun snorted softly, with no extra expression on his face.

"Not bad, not bad."

Principal Sun smiled, like a mascot.

Today was destined to be a harvest day for Class 6, and the shock was far from over.

Not long after Meng Chao achieved a good score in the top twenty of the school, another blockbuster exploded.

"100-meter sprint in 9.49 seconds, successfully breaking through the 9.5-second mark; extreme punching power 250.1 kilograms, also exceeding the so-called 'High School Iron Wall' of 250, Zuo Haoran, total score temporarily ranked 9th in the school!"

"That's impossible!"

"A student from a Parallel Class actually broke into the top ten in the school, under the siege of nearly a hundred Rocket Class students!"

"Zuo Haoran, so it's him, no... no wonder!"

After seeing the name of the record-breaking student clearly, the shocked expressions of the other seven homeroom teachers subsided. Everyone cast flattering glances at Dean of Students Ma Qingyun, as if silently praising: "Director Ma is amazing, teaching such a good nephew!"

In the testing room below, the Class 6 students were horrified.

They had just been immersed in Meng Chao's "strong return," and thought he had a tiny chance to defeat the class monitor, even if it was just in a single event.

Before half a minute had passed, Zuo Haoran's domineering and unparalleled results shattered their extravagant hopes.

Whether it was extreme punching power or the 100-meter sprint, the class monitor used impeccable performance to tell them what devastating "strength" was.

"What to do? Zuo Haoran is too strong. He's already leading Meng Chao by 20 points after the first two events."

"I was originally thinking that Meng Chao could surpass him a little in the first two events, so that he wouldn't lose too badly in the marksmanship test."

"It turns out this guy never sprinted before. He's been going all out this past week. I bet he swallowed some secret medicine and spent a fortune renting advanced training equipment to stimulate his cellular potential. Damn it, it's good to have money."

Everyone gnashed their teeth in anxiety.

Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran exchanged a glance.

The former quickly shifted his calm gaze, while the latter curled his lips, his face full of undisguised arrogance.

"All Class 6 examinees, the limit strength and 100-meter sprint tests are complete. Now, according to the ranking of the results, proceed to the indoor shooting range!"

The proctoring teacher was from another school, as per usual. Schools exchange teachers to proctor and eliminate the possibility of cheating.

The teacher from the other school was impartial and stern, not caring about the subtle atmosphere between the students, and waved his hand to urge them on.

The tenth to twelfth floors of the training center were the indoor shooting range. At this moment, the rhythmic gunshots never ceased.

The Rocket Class had already started testing, and the exaggerated results, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, stimulated the students' nerves, instantly putting them in the zone.

Zuo Haoran took the lead and walked into shooting range number 6.

Meng Chao followed closely behind.

Somewhat unexpectedly, besides the proctoring teacher, Principal Sun, the Dean of Students, Devil Yan, and the homeroom teacher were all in the shooting range.

"Good day, Principal!"

"Director Ma."

"Teacher Yan, Teacher Wang."

The students hurriedly saluted, showing particular respect to the principal.

Don't underestimate Principal Sun just because he's a wizened old man now. Back then, he was a war hero who turned the tide, with the nickname "Heavy Artillery."

If Devil Yan's killing of monsters was like mincing dumpling filling, then Principal Sun was purely a giant meat grinder in a food processing plant.

Students who had seen videos of him cultivating and fighting fiercely in his youth could not reconcile the current wizened old man with that mobile, human-shaped fortress.

"Very good, very good."

Principal Sun squinted his eyes, seemingly half-asleep.

The Dean of Students stepped forward and explained their purpose: "This year, Class 6's results are very good. For now, you're in the lead among the six Parallel Classes. Students, keep up the good work!"

Everyone was pleasantly surprised and cheered.

"Class 6's good results are thanks to the homeroom teacher's hard work, and the class monitor's leading role has also been well played."

The Dean of Students patted Zuo Haoran heavily on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Keep it up!"

"Thank you for the encouragement, Director Ma. I will." Zuo Haoran held his head high, his aura of righteousness returning.

The students rolled their eyes, thinking, Who doesn't know you're uncle and nephew? What are you pretending for?

"The firearms test is about to begin, so keep your bones in check!"

Devil Yan suddenly glared, "There's only one chance, and marksmanship is the easiest to widen the score gap. Forget the scores you just got, focus on the target in front of you. A little carelessness, and you'll have no place to cry!"

The students' eyes narrowed, and they hurriedly eliminated distracting thoughts, concentrating and calming their minds.

"First group test, Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!"

The invigilator ranked according to the scores of the first two items, and asked the top two to come forward.