Special Training, Level 8 Demonic Beast?

"Shi Yan!"

"It's Shi Yan—he really is here!"

"Ah, my dream guy!"

The moment the principal read Shi Yan's name, the venue erupted into noise.

It couldn't be helped. After more than two days of spreading, Shi Yan's glorious feat of beating up a Senior was known by nearly the entire school.

Almost everyone turned their heads and craned their necks toward Class One of the Combat Branch.

However, since that class was seated all the way to the left, most people could not catch a glimpse of Shi Yan's true face.

"I believe everyone is already familiar with Shi Yan, but I still have a few words to say here."

Principal Bai Xuanling's voice rang out again, his face brimming with satisfaction.

"What none of you know is that before Shi Yan entered Magic Martial University, he had fought his way here from South of the Yangtze. He repeatedly ventured deep into the mountain forests and has slain over a thousand demonic beasts, including quite a few Level 2 Demonic Beasts."

Hiss—

Sharp intakes of breath rang out one after another, and the freshmen could not help their scalps going numb.

Shi Yan's record was simply too terrifying!

Over two and a half months, that meant he had killed more than a dozen demonic beasts a day on average.

Was this really a freshman?

No wonder, no wonder that Senior had been pinned down and beaten. With the number of demonic beasts Shi Yan had killed, even most second-years probably could not match it.

Elsewhere.

In the area for Class Three of the Combat Branch, Qi Ziyue stood tall and graceful, her expression blank, as though nothing in the outside world could affect her.

Yet the slight tremble of her right index finger betrayed her. It was a sign of the tension in her heart.

The girls calling out Shi Yan's name made her feel waves of threat...

Behind Class One, Lei Gang's expression changed again and again.

After recovering from his injuries and returning, he had heard plenty about Shi Yan, but he had never expected Shi Yan's past achievements to be so dazzling.

Thinking of how badly he had been beaten, he felt that Shi Yan had already held back.

But... Shi Yan, I will definitely surpass you!

Quite a few people shared Lei Gang's thoughts, quietly making a certain resolution in their hearts.

The principal onstage took all of this in, and the satisfaction on his aged face deepened.

"Next, let us welcome Dean Wang Changfu of the Combat Branch to the stage for a speech."

Bai Xuanling stepped down, while the bald old man Wang Changfu took the podium. "I'll keep it brief..."

What followed was more or less what everyone had expected. One leader after another took the stage. Some had highlights, and some possessed distinct personal charisma, but most delivered long-winded speeches that left everyone suffering through them.

Fortunately, the principal everyone loved reappeared and directly announced the dismissal.

At the same time, he declared that the month-long special training would begin that afternoon.

Shi Yan was excluded.

To put it plainly, special training meant undergoing grueling training to stimulate the body's potential, then taking all kinds of medicine.

The goal was to lay a solid foundation for the body's first transformation.

If someone was lucky, they might even undergo transformation once the special training ended.

Shi Yan, however, had completed it three months ago, so naturally he did not need to undergo special training again.

Of course, Shi Yan would not be joining the school's special training, but he would be taking part in his mentor Fang Ziwei's special training.

Just moments ago, Zhang Yunya had sent him a message saying that they would be leaving with Fang Ziwei tonight.

He did not know where they were going, but Zhang Yunya's tone had been grave. It seemed he would be in for some hardship.

By the time he returned to the dormitory, it was already noon.

To his surprise, Lei Gang was waiting for him at the door.

"Shi Yan, I admit that you're strong, but I haven't conceded defeat yet. After the special training ends, we'll fight again."

Lei Gang clenched his fist, as large as a sandbag. It was the first time he had said something like this to someone of the same grade, and he felt rather stifled.

Still, he was not an idiot. With Shi Yan's current strength, he had already surpassed most second-years. He would not foolishly go looking to be beaten up again.

"How about we fight five more times... Three is fine too?" Shi Yan said, his hands itching for a fight.

He had thought Lei Gang would charge in recklessly again so that he could harvest a few more Martial Virtue Points. He had not expected the other party to wise up.

At those words, Lei Gang's anger surged, and he was about to make a move again. But at the last moment, he held himself back. Then his large eyes rolled. "It's not impossible to fight, but the three of us will fight you alone."

"Fine. You two, stop watching and come out."

Shi Yan looked at Li Tao and Ding Le, who were lying by the window watching the show.

The two of them had only suffered superficial injuries before; they should be fine to fight now.

"Come out, quick, or I'm going in to invite you myself."

Seeing the two about to sneak away, Lei Gang rumbled.

Left with no choice, the pair could only walk out as though they wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Two heroes, can we not fight? We still need to pack and get ready for special training."

Li Tao came up with an excuse. He felt that even with three of them, there was still a high chance Shi Yan would beat them up.

"Cut the crap. Take this!"

Shi Yan had no martial virtue at all, striking first.

He only had 181 Martial Virtue Points right now, enough to replenish his vitality and blood just once.

Fang Ziwei's special training definitely would not be easy. Having a few extra Martial Virtue Points would be safer; at the very least, he needed 200 points so he could replenish his vitality and blood twice.

There was no time to hunt demonic beasts now, so he could only farm a few points off his roommates.

That punch did not hit Li Tao, because Lei Gang brought down a whip kick on the back of Shi Yan's neck.

"Accurate enough. Not enough force."

The corner of Shi Yan's mouth curled up. After entering the Second Order, one ordinary kick from Lei Gang naturally was not worth looking at, so he had not even bothered to dodge.

Ding Le's iron fan arrived almost at the same time as Lei Gang's whip kick, smashing into Shi Yan's right shoulder.

Unlike Li Tao, Ding Le was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. He knew when to strike, and when he did, it was with tremendous force.

Since a battle was unavoidable, there was no need to hold back.

So the moment he attacked, he used his weapon, bolstered by his ability.

It was just a pity that he still failed to shake Shi Yan.

Shi Yan's vitality and blood stood at 240. Even twice the combined total of the three of them fell short of that. This fan strike was like using a little bamboo switch to whip a grown man.

Seeing how absurdly durable Shi Yan was, Li Tao gritted his teeth and joined the group beating.

One minute later.

[Defeated three First-Order Warriors. Martial Virtue Points +31]

The prompt on the panel made Shi Yan faintly delighted.

His Martial Virtue Points had passed 200.

"Number One, come help them inside. Buy some medicine from the shop and apply it for them."

Shi Yan glanced at the three people piled atop one another on the ground, then called toward the villa.

Soon, the robot standing guard inside the villa came out and dragged Li Tao and Ding Le into the villa, one in each hand.

Seeing this, Lei Gang hurriedly got to his feet while clutching his backside and walked into the villa on his own, refusing the robot's help.

The three had not truly been injured this time. They were about to attend special training, and Shi Yan knew where to draw the line; he had only beaten them up a little. With some medicine applied, they would be fine in an hour or two.

Time passed, and soon it was five in the afternoon.

Shi Yan and the other three had long finished packing. Shi Yan also spent credits again to treat the three to a big meal... delivery.

Though it was delivery, it was still produced by Magic Martial University—tasty and nutritious.

Even Lei Gang's explosive temper mellowed considerably in the face of good food.

Moreover, after Shi Yan's "re-education," Lei Gang had become much more polite toward Li Tao and Ding Le.

The sword-drawn, crossbow-taut atmosphere in the dorm was gone.

"See you all in a month."

Shi Yan bid the three farewell and headed alone to Fang Ziwei's office.

The classrooms at Magic Martial University were generally quite plain, and the office building looked somewhat old. Even as a Vice Principal, Fang Ziwei's office was much the same; after entering, Shi Yan saw mostly old furnishings.

However, it was swept clean and kept orderly, carrying an antique, elegant air redolent of books.

Fang Ziwei looked the same as she had a few days ago. Her silver hair was meticulously coiled with a golden hairpin, and she wore a plain dark-silver garment with slanted fastenings and embroidered patterns. Her aged yet slender hands were turning the pages of a copy of Global Advanced Demonic Beast Catalog.

But Shi Yan soon noticed that Fang Ziwei's deeply wrinkled face held an exhaustion she could not conceal.

"Good afternoon, Teacher."

"Mhm, you're here. You've packed everything, right?" Fang Ziwei gently closed the book and looked at Shi Yan. "Xiaoya told you as well, didn't she? Have you prepared yourself mentally?"

"Teacher, I'm ready."

"Good. Then tonight, we'll be heading to the nest of an eighth-level Fire Scale Python."

"Alright... what!?"