Huge Improvement, Beating Up Roommates

It was noon, the blazing sun hanging high overhead.

Shi Yan had already changed into new clothes—simple short sleeves and casual pants—and had laid out a huge tableful of dishes in the living room. Well... they were takeout bought with credit points.

It had to be said that Magic Martial University was incredibly generous when it came to food. Most of the dishes on this table were made from Level 1 Demonic Beast meat. Outside, they would cost no less than ten thousand, yet he had spent only twenty credits.

Gulp.

Li Tao stared at the food on the table, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.

Having a roommate like Shi Yan was simply too blissful.

At the same time, he was so envious he could cry. Everyone else had entered school "poor as a church mouse," yet Shi Yan already had credits to spend.

One had to know that at Magic Martial University, money was of little use. Credits were the real hard currency.

Take the food before them, for example. No amount of money could buy it.

"Don't rush. Ding Le will be awake soon."

Shi Yan pointed at Ding Le, who had been tossed onto the sofa like a dead dog.

The reason he had prepared such a huge table of food was mainly for Ding Le.

Feed him a meal first, then beat him up.

The moment he finished speaking, Ding Le sprang up from the sofa.

After sweeping his gaze around the room, he fixed his eyes on Shi Yan.

Rage and humiliation instantly flooded his mind.

"I know you're not convinced. Your glasses are here. Once we've eaten our fill, we can spar again."

Shi Yan pointed at the glasses on the table, his tone calm.

Not being convinced was easy enough to handle. Just beat him until he was convinced.

"Cut the crap. I was careless just now."

Ding Le angrily picked up the glasses from the table, but when he saw the dirt on them, his face immediately turned pale and terror rose in his eyes.

As if by coincidence, Shi Yan added at that moment:

"Your face is covered in mud too."

"Ah~"

Ding Le let out a shriek. Forgetting all about fighting Shi Yan, he hurried toward the right in search of a faucet to wash himself.

But Li Tao's words stopped him in his tracks.

"That's my territory. I just took a dump."

"Ah!!"

Ding Le roared in terror, then turned around only to hear Shi Yan say, "Upstairs is where I live. I just took a shower."

"No—"

With one final scream, Ding Le charged into the kitchen and began washing himself.

Shi Yan and Li Tao looked at each other. This kid's germophobia was terminal.

After a long while, Ding Le finally emerged, having wasted three tons of water.

His skinny face had been scrubbed red. "I will not rest until one of us is dead!"

"Eat first." Shi Yan had already picked up his chopsticks.

"I'm not eating. We're going out to fight right now!" Ding Le roared.

"Braised pig trotters, from a Level 1 pig demon."

"Not eating!"

"Honey-glazed golden rat, a Level 1 rat demon."

"Not eating."

"Golden fried bear paw, courtesy of a peak Level 1 bear demon."

"Smells amazing."

A few minutes later, Ding Le gnawed on a spare rib as he spoke.

He did not actually have any grudge against Shi Yan. It was only his germophobia acting up.

Besides, after Shi Yan had cleaned himself up, he had become clean and handsome. More than half of the discomfort in Ding Le's heart had already faded.

Before long, the entire table of food—enough to feed ten ordinary people—had gone into the stomachs of the three of them.

Shi Yan and Ding Le were more or less full, but Li Tao still looked starving.

"My ability is eating, then storing up energy."

Facing their astonished gazes, Li Tao explained.

Such an ability was rare. His older sister had asked a Magic Martial University instructor about it—if it developed to the later stages, this ability could turn the tide of a large-scale war.

Just imagine it: an enormous stockpile of energy suddenly erupting. The scene would rival a super bomb. Whether used to focus-fire demonic beasts or target warriors, the effect would be destruction on an apocalyptic scale.

"My treat. Eat as much as you want."

Shi Yan did not waste words. He tapped his wristwatch and ordered another two tables' worth of dishes.

Just a few dozen credits, that was all.

"Shi Yan, from today on, you're my own brother from another mother and father."

Li Tao was overflowing with gratitude, so moved he nearly burst into tears.

Ding Le gave him a look of utter disdain, then turned to Shi Yan.

"My ability is wind."

When you eat someone's food, your mouth goes soft; when you take someone's things, your hand comes up short. Having eaten Shi Yan's food, he had effectively acknowledged him, and no longer had any intention of driving Shi Yan away.

Of course, he had only revealed the general category of his ability, not what kind of wind ability it specifically was.

"Fire."

Shi Yan answered softly, then rose and walked out. Once he reached the middle of the courtyard, he turned to look at Ding Le.

"This time, I'll give you two minutes."

"Arrogant!"

Ding Le's body abruptly accelerated. Wind blades faintly emerged from his fingertips as he shot straight for Shi Yan's chest and abdomen.

He had indeed been careless earlier and had not used his ability.

This time, with his ability activated, Shi Yan would absolutely not even be able to touch him.

"You're faster, but... still not fast enough."

Shi Yan smiled faintly, then struck like a phantom.

The next instant, Ding Le felt as though he had slammed into a mountain, before rebounding and crashing to the ground.

His blood and qi churned violently, surging straight into his head and nearly knocking him unconscious.

Yet the discomfort in his body was nothing compared to the shock in his heart.

How had Shi Yan done it?

Without using an ability, he was actually faster than Ding Le—and overwhelmingly strong.

It felt as if he was facing not a human, but a powerful demonic beast!

"I'll give you fifteen minutes to rest. You probably didn't use your full strength."

Shi Yan smiled gently. Being very kind, he pulled Ding Le to his feet and helped him back into the villa.

At the same time, a system prompt appeared before his eyes:

[Defeated a First-Order Warrior. Martial Virtue Points +5]

Less than the first time.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ding Le was knocked down once more.

[Defeated a First-Order Warrior. Martial Virtue Points +3]

"Ding Le, I think your strength hasn't fully recovered yet..."

Shi Yan frowned, unsure whether Ding Le had not recovered or whether repeatedly plucking the same sheep would reduce the Martial Virtue Points gained.

He was thinking of letting Ding Le recover completely before trying again, but Ding Le interrupted him.

"Enough. Can you tell me how you did it?"

Tears filled Ding Le's eyes, which also burned with a thirst for knowledge.

His ability had already been fully unleashed, yet he still could not withstand even a single exchange with Shi Yan.

Shi Yan did not hide anything and told him seriously, "It's very simple. Your blood and qi are too low."

That was the truth. Ding Le's blood and qi were only around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, while Shi Yan's...

[Name: Shi Yan]

[Realm: First-Order Warrior]

[Ability: Southern Bright Blazing Fire (SSS-Class)]

[Blood and Qi: 92 Cal (+)]

[Spirit: 31 Hz (+)]

[Martial Arts: Thrusting Punch (Beginner +), Explosive Flame Eighteen Sabers (Great Accomplishment +)]

[Cultivation Method: Boundless Sea of Fire (SS-Class, First Layer)]

[Martial Virtue Points: 16698]

With ninety-two Cal of blood and qi and thirty-one Hz of Spiritual Power, even if Ding Le were twice as fast, Shi Yan would still be able to track his movements.

As for why his vitality was so high, aside from the gains from cultivation, he had also spent Martial Virtue Points to add to it.

After all, he had been in danger several times. Each time, he had no choice but to erupt with everything he had, then replenish his vitality afterward.

That was only one reason. Over the past two and a half months, Shi Yan had also improved in less obvious ways—the Breathing Technique had enhanced his physical constitution.

His toughness, reaction speed, perception, and more had all been greatly strengthened.

"Enough. I'm not fighting anymore. You're the boss of the dorm."

Ding Le grunted as he climbed to his feet, then limped toward the villa.

If they kept fighting, he would lose every last shred of face.

What Shi Yan and Ding Le did not know was that several bigshots in the sky above had seen their battle clearly.

"Shi Yan's rate of improvement... Ahem, Yunya can be considered to have made up for her mistake."

Gu De, who had intended to trouble Zhang Yunya, abandoned the thought.

To possess such high vitality on the very first day of enrollment was unprecedented since the founding of Magic Martial University.

"We came to break up a fight. Looks like that won't be necessary now."

Fang Ziwei said softly.

Beside her, the bald old man nodded as well.

The fight they meant to break up was not between Ding Le and Shi Yan, but involved the final member of this dormitory.

"Dean Wang, has Shi Yan chosen a mentor yet?"

Gu De asked the bald old man.

Wang Changfu, the dean of the Combat Branch, had come specifically to take a look because Shi Yan had chosen the Combat Branch.

"Not yet. Teacher Gu, there's no need to worry too much. That child is very steady. He's probably planning to think it through before making his choice."

Wang Changfu wore a kindly smile. He thought very highly of Shi Yan.

If it had been another student, they would probably have taken the advanced Body Tempering Medicine the moment they received it.

But Shi Yan had not been in such a hurry.

He had first conquered Li Tao with food, then beaten Ding Le into submission. It seemed he wanted to create a quiet environment for himself before taking the medicine.

Choosing a mentor was probably the same—plan first, then act.

"He's here."

Fang Ziwei reminded them.

The three of them looked down and saw a tall figure heading toward Villa No. 9 in Area A.

"Top Scholar against Top Scholar. Heh heh."

"There's still one left."

Below, just as Wang Changfu had expected, Shi Yan was indeed clearing away "obstacles."

There were four people in the dormitory, and one had yet to arrive.

Whether it was taking the advanced Body Tempering Medicine next or cultivating in the future, he wanted peace and quiet whenever he needed it.

He had already dealt with the first two. Only the last one remained.

If the other person was quiet, that would be fine. If not, he could only use his fists a little.