Training Room.
Crackles of lightning rang out from time to time.
The boy standing over two meters tall had a wisp of green smoke rising from his head.
The other boy was wholly immersed in cultivation.
They were Xu Zhiming and Wang Ma.
Wang Ma rubbed his head, his scalp still tingling numb.
"Old Xu, if I get struck by five bolts of lightning every day, I should be able to get into Divine Martial University, right?"
Xu Zhiming nodded.
"No problem!"
Wang Ma grinned at that.
If he had once thought he still had a chance of getting into Divine Martial University, now he felt that hope was exceedingly slim.
Shu Province alone had so many people whose vitality and blood had broken through one hundred points.
Spread evenly, there were only a little over thirty people per province.
His only advantage was his Beginner Blade Technique, but before absolute vitality-and-blood suppression, that advantage was not much of an advantage at all.
Divine Martial University wanted absolute geniuses.
Casting aside his tangled thoughts, Wang Ma sank into cultivation.
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix—but if he did not fight for it and give it his all, how would he know he could not be the head of the phoenix?
Night blanketed heaven and earth.
Among the Nangong Family's Training Rooms, only a few still had their lights on.
Nangong Ya stroked the ring with her hand. Given Xu Zhiming's personality, he should like this gift.
When she arrived at the Training Room, she discovered that Xu Zhiming had changed rooms again.
She did not care about such a trivial matter.
That eyesore of a tall fellow was not in the Training Room either.
Nangong Ya's eyes gleamed like two long sky-blue