The Wicked Neighbor, Registering for the Martial Arts University, and the Martial Arts Association President

A family of three lived across from him, and the woman was an unreasonable middle-aged woman.

In his memories, this middle-aged woman neighbor had seen that the original owner was an orphan who would be easy to bully.

So she had occupied all the space between the two households in the corridor and piled her own things there.

Not only that, she often threw the garbage she did not want to discard outside Li Ziyu's door.

The original owner was an honest man. Every time he saw it, he was angry but dared not speak up. He could only swallow his grievances and take the garbage downstairs while he was at it.

But that was the original owner. Li Ziyu would not indulge her now.

He walked straight over and began pounding on the door. Bang, bang, bang!

If they apologized properly, that would be fine. But if their attitude was vile, Li Ziyu did not mind teaching them how to behave.

However, he did not know whether the family had gone out or what had happened. Li Ziyu knocked for a long time, but no one answered.

He tossed several bags of garbage outside their door and returned to his own room.

Pushing open the door, he entered an apartment of eighty or ninety square meters. It had all the necessary furniture, though everything was somewhat old.

This apartment had been left to Li Ziyu by his parents.

His maternal aunt had come several times, wanting Li Ziyu to move out and live with her family.

However, because Li Ziyu had once been rather proud, he had rejected her every time.

Li Ziyu wandered around the apartment for a while, then casually collapsed onto the sofa and started fiddling with his phone.

"I almost forgot. The Martial Arts Exam starts in three days, and I haven't registered yet."

"I'll send my homeroom teacher a message to register first."

Li Ziyu opened Feixin and found his class group chat.

There were already dozens of messages. At the top was the homeroom teacher's message asking who was willing to take the Martial Arts Exam, while all the replies below were registrations.

Li Ziyu typed the two words "Registering" and tapped send.

The Great Xia Nation stipulated that registration for the Martial Arts Exam was voluntary.

As long as someone was willing to take the exam, registering within twenty-four hours before it began would still be valid.

But no one would really wait until the last moment to register. Anyone with martial artist talent had started preparing long ago.

As for those without martial artist talent, they had already abandoned the idea of registering for the Martial Arts Exam.

There was no other reason. The Martial Arts Exam was simply too dangerous. During the exam, they had to fight vicious beasts!

People really could die!

"Holy crap! Li Ziyu, wasn't your qi-blood test only 0.8? You actually dare to take the Martial Arts Exam!?"

"Although there's no explicit qi-blood requirement for exam candidates, every major martial arts university's minimum admission line requires a qi-blood value of 1.2. With your 0.8, aren't you just wasting your time by going?"

"What's going on!? Li Ziyu, could you have gone crazy after Xu Mengyao broke up with you? For the sake of being classmates, I advise you to withdraw this message immediately. It's still not too late!"

"Awesome! I respect no one but you!"

"Brother, don't be impulsive. Don't give up on yourself!"

"How about this? For the sake of being classmates, I'll arrange a job for you at my uncle's company. I'll get you five thousand a month. Don't go throw your life away in the Martial Arts Exam."

The moment the message about Li Ziyu taking the Martial Arts Exam appeared in the group, it was like a bomb had been thrown into a calm lake. The group instantly exploded.

Even some of the usually invisible students in the class sent messages.

"Li Ziyu, are you sure?"

Not long afterward, the homeroom teacher Liu Yanfang sent a message to the group. A large exclamation mark and question mark followed it.

"Sure."

Li Ziyu replied with one sentence and stopped paying attention to the group messages. He turned and walked into the bathroom.

Come to think of it, he had not even taken a proper shower these past few days.

At the same time, in the homeroom teacher's office of Class 6 of No.3 High School.

The homeroom teacher, Liu Yanfang, was wearing a tight suit jacket and a long suit skirt. Her chest was pressed against the desk as she worked busily.

A stack of thick folders lay before her.

The folders contained the records of every student in the class, along with their qi-blood test records.

Liu Yanfang adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and frowned as she found the file recording Li Ziyu's information among the folders. She opened it with a frown.

"That's right. The qi-blood test conducted just the day before yesterday showed that Li Ziyu's qi-blood value was 0.8. Why would he register for the Martial Arts Exam?"

Holding Li Ziyu's file, Liu Yanfang checked it repeatedly several times before setting it down with a frown.

When she had just received the message that Li Ziyu wanted to register for the Martial Arts Exam, she had nearly thought she had seen it wrong.

The Martial Arts Exam placed all the examinees in a fixed Wilderness Area to battle vicious beasts. In the end, the Points earned from every student's kills were tallied.

As long as their score reached the minimum required by the various martial arts universities, they could enter the corresponding university.

Although the various martial arts schools had no explicit requirement stating how high an exam candidate's qi-blood value had to be for admission,

everyone knew what was what. If one's qi-blood value did not reach 1.2, one could not even defeat the lowest-level vicious beasts in the Martial Arts Exam.

That was also why the school had organized qi-blood tests in advance.

It was to let students understand their own strength and stop them from blindly signing up for the Martial Arts Exam.

"Ah, it seems being dumped hit Li Ziyu too hard. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such an impulsive decision."

Liu Yanfang sighed and rubbed her brow.

Everyone had been a student once, and she was no exception.

But martial artists and ordinary people ultimately belonged to different classes.

Although Xu Mengyao's character was somewhat poor, she would have no problem getting into a martial arts university.

Li Ziyu had no martial artist talent. No matter how hard he tried or what he did to prove his sincerity, it would all be futile.

"Forget it. I'd better try to persuade Li Ziyu again. I can't just watch him go throw his life away!"

Thinking this, Liu Yanfang picked up her phone again and sent Li Ziyu several messages urging him to reconsider. However, she waited a long time without receiving any response.

In the end, Liu Yanfang had no choice but to add his name to the registration list for the Martial Arts Exam herself.

At the top floor of the Martial Artist Association building in downtown Xujiang City.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses held a folder in his arms and stood respectfully before an office bearing the plaque "Martial Arts Association President." He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, a voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The tall, thin man pushed the door open and entered with a respectful air.

Inside was an enormous room, at least several thousand square meters.

A glass partition separated a ten-square-meter office space on the far left, while the remaining several thousand square meters were densely packed with sandbags.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard and a bare upper body was throwing a flurry of punches at a sandbag before him.

The old man's muscles were powerfully built. As he punched, the veins on his body bulged and writhed like crisscrossing earthworms.

His fists tore through the air with repeated howls before pounding into the sandbag.

Yet what rang out was not the muffled thud of a sandbag, but the metallic clang of weapons colliding!

A flicker of emotion crossed the tall, thin man's eyes as he watched the scene before him.

No matter how many times he saw this, the sight still shook him every time.

He knew that what filled those sandbags was no ordinary sand, but Asma Alloy!

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The old man flattened the sandbag before him with three punches, then casually lifted another one from the floor and placed it in front of himself before pounding it furiously.

Only after flattening ten of them did the old man slowly exhale a breath of stale air.

Turning his attention to the tall, thin man, he said:

"I've wrecked all one hundred sandbags. Replace them with a new batch tomorrow."