I, Lu Guowei, Am the True Future of the Lu Family!

The second training hall was already buzzing with noise, filled with no less than a hundred students.

Many students were gathered in small groups of three to five, exchanging tips on applying force and important points, trying to glean any last bit of experience.

Others occupied corners alone, their expressions focused, practicing the forms of the Basic Fist Arts over and over, attempting to etch the details into their minds for a higher score.

Lu Guowei, however, was out of place in this bustling scene.

He casually shoved his hands into his pockets, whistling an off-key tune, and leisurely observed his classmates, who were bustling about like ants on a hot pan, a faint, superior smirk playing on his lips.

A familiar male student, seeing his demeanor, couldn't help but approach and ask, "Guowei, everyone's incredibly nervous. Why aren't you worried at all? Could it be your Fist Arts are already at Perfection?"

Lu Guowei yawned lazily and feigned profundity, "What's the use of being anxious? The path of Fist Arts most values the accumulation of daily, painstaking effort. It's about letting things happen naturally. Cramming at the last minute? That's just self-consolation, not advisable, not advisable at all!"

"Tsk tsk, you're just bragging!"

The male student clearly didn't believe him. "You make it sound like you train diligently every day. How come I've never seen you practice!"

Lu Guowei just smiled mysteriously, not taking the bait.

He turned and ambled to another side, quietly pulling out his phone. With a few swift swipes, he cleared several glaring loan collection reminders from the screen. He skillfully opened Feixin, tapped on the latest message:

Brother Guowei, relax! Instructor Li has been taken care of. He's clearly promised to give us a high score!

Seeing this message, the hint of superiority on Lu Guowei's lips completely transformed into undisguised mockery.

Heh, what's the use of just burying yourself in practice?

He had long since "understood" the true meaning of life: this path of Martial Arts has never been about neglecting sleep and food, but about social connections!

He recalled the first four years after entering the Martial School. He, Lu Guowei, had also been full of passion, practicing diligently from dawn. With his not-low talent, his ranking had once reached over five hundred, making him an outstanding student among the commoners.

However, as he witnessed firsthand, time and again, the vast chasm between the children of wealthy families and ordinary students, his beliefs gradually crumbled.

Especially Guo Chun—that guy ranked over two thousand in the year, simply because of his prominent family background, he could casually order top students ranked high in the year to run errands for him. His family's private driver was even an Entering Force expert!

At that moment, he had completely "awakened."

What good were good grades? What use was practicing diligently? In the end, wouldn't you still have to work like a beast of burden for these rich kids?

The real shortcut lay in joining the right circles!

As long as he firmly latched onto Guo Chun, becoming his "good buddy," why worry about having no future?

Thinking of this, he looked at his classmates who were still sweating profusely, trying to seize the last bit of time, and his gaze couldn't help but carry a hint of pity and disdain.

Just then, his gaze caught a familiar figure.

It was his cousin, Lu Jue, who had humiliated him at the Fulai Restaurant a few days prior.

Recalling the opponent's fierce and precise movements and those cold, emotionless eyes, Lu Guowei's calf involuntarily twitched.

But soon, the surrounding noise gave him a sense of security.

This was school, after all! He was Guo Chun's good buddy! Even those monsters ranked in the top fifty of the year had to greet people from their little circle politely, didn't they?

A surge of inexplicable courage suddenly filled him. He even took the initiative to raise his voice in Lu Jue's direction, greeting him:

"Yo, isn't this Lu Jue? You look anxious. Could it be you've been slacking off on your Fist Arts these past few days and are feeling unsure?"

Lu Jue glanced at him strangely upon hearing his voice.

Having been in the same school for nearly six years, this was the first time Lu Guowei had proactively greeted him in such a public setting at school.

"Hmm, I'm alright!" Lu Jue replied nonchalantly, his steps not pausing.

Seeing Lu Jue's dismissive attitude, an inexplicable anger flared up in Lu Guowei's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the most valued descendant of the Lu family, while this cousin who grew up in the slums had only ever deserved to live in his shadow.

Even though he had been beaten by the other party a few days ago, he stubbornly believed that their horizons and pursuits were no longer on the same level.

Lu Jue's vision was pitifully short-sighted. He probably thought that by practicing martial arts desperately, he might luckily be appreciated by some prominent family in the future—in essence, he just wanted to be a higher-class "beast of burden," working for others.

But he, Lu Guowei, had already seen the true path to the heavens!

He wanted to join the truly upper-class circles and become Guo Chun's confidant! In the future, he would control resources and arbitrarily command countless "beasts of burden" like Lu Jue who only knew how to practice diligently!

With this thought, he took a deep breath, crushing the lingering fear from his memories. He deliberately raised his voice towards Lu Jue's retreating back, clearly enunciating each word:

"Lu Jue, I will absolutely not lose to you in this Fist Arts assessment again! I, Lu Guowei, am the true future of the Lu family!"

Fist Arts assessment?

Lu Jue's steps paused upon hearing this, and he glanced back indifferently.

His gaze swept over Lu Guowei's muscle definition, which was even more relaxed than a few days ago, and he understood—this guy must have been out fooling around with that young master for several days, completely unaware that his own Fist Arts had already reached Perfection.

He found it somewhat amusing and couldn't be bothered to respond. He quickly located Liu Ga in the crowd and walked towards him.

Lu Guowei felt as if he had struck empty air once again. The feeling of being completely ignored was more unbearable than direct mockery.

He could only let out a cold snort into the air, muttering to himself forcefully, "Putting on an act! Let's see if you can still be so calm when the results come out!"

"When the time comes, I'll take photos of both classes' report cards and send them home. Maybe Grandfather will be pleased and reward me with a few thousand bucks..."

Just then, Li Zhanting walked into the training hall with a grim expression.

The air pressure around him seemed several degrees lower than usual, and an inexplicable anxiety hung over his brow.

Just moments ago, he had received news that an Assistant Instructor from the neighboring Sword Arts class had easily pocketed over two hundred thousand by simply using this "Basic Sword Arts" evaluation as an opportunity!

And what about his side?

He had been busy running around, subtly hinting to students everywhere, and had only managed to collect a meager one hundred thousand yuan so far!

Comparing oneself to others was truly maddening!

He cursed inwardly, thinking, There are just too many poor devils in the Fist Arts class, the profit is really too little!

Why did I get confused back then and follow the family's outdated tradition, learning this broken Fist Arts?

Even making money, I'm a whole step behind everyone else!

Li Zhanting suppressed the anger in his heart and barked impatiently:

"Quiet down, everyone! It's almost three o'clock!"

"Everyone line up immediately! According to the list, come forward one by one to demonstrate your Fist Arts! If your movements are sloppy or your performance is poor, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"