Bad Neighbor, Registering for Martial Arts University, Martial Arts Association President

He had a family of three living opposite him. The woman was an unreasonable middle-aged lady.

In his memories, this middle-aged neighbor, seeing that the original host was an orphan and easy to bully, had taken over the entire space between their two doorways and filled it with her own belongings.

Not only that, but she often threw garbage she didn't want to deal with at Li Ziyu's doorstep.

The original host was an honest person. Although he got angry every time he saw it, he dared not speak out and resentfully took the garbage downstairs himself.

But that was the original host. Li Ziyu wasn't going to tolerate her now.

He walked straight over and started banging on the door.

It would be fine if they apologized properly, but if their attitude was bad, Li Ziyu didn't mind teaching them a lesson.

However, the family was either out or had some other reason for not responding, as Li Ziyu knocked for a long time without a reply.

He then threw several bags of garbage at their doorstep and returned to his room.

Pushing the door open, he entered a house of about eighty to ninety square meters. It was furnished, but the furniture was a bit old.

This house was left to him by his parents.

His aunt had come many times, wanting Li Ziyu to move out and live with them.

But because Li Ziyu had been quite proud in the past, he had refused her each time.

Li Ziyu casually looked around the room, then lay down on the sofa and started playing with his phone.

"I almost forgot, the Martial Arts Examination starts in three days, and I haven't signed up yet."

"I'll send a message to the homeroom teacher to sign up first."

Li Ziyu opened Feixin and found his class group chat.

There were already dozens of messages. The top one was the homeroom teacher asking who was willing to participate in the Martial Arts Examination, and the rest were all replies registering.

Li Ziyu typed the word "register" and clicked send.

Great Xia Nation regulations stipulated that participation in the Martial Arts Examination was voluntary.

As long as one was willing to participate, registering within twenty-four hours before the examination began was considered valid.

However, no one would truly wait until the last minute to register. Generally, those with martial artist talents would have started preparing long ago.

As for those without martial artist talents, they would have already given up the idea of registering for the Martial Arts Examination.

Why? Because the Martial Arts Examination was too dangerous. During the examination, one had to fight fierce beasts!

People really died!

"Holy crap! Li Ziyu, wasn't your Qi and Blood test 0.8? You dare to participate in the Martial Arts Examination?!"

"Although there's no explicit requirement for the Qi and Blood level of participants in the Martial Arts Examination, the minimum admission requirement for major Martial Arts Universities is a Qi and Blood value of 1.2. With your 0.8, wouldn't going be a waste of effort?"

"What's going on! Did Li Ziyu go crazy after Xu Mengyao broke up with him? As classmates, I advise you to withdraw your registration immediately. It's not too late!"

"Awesome! I'm impressed by no one but you!"

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

Look, as classmates, I'll arrange a job for you at my uncle's company. I'll pay you five thousand a month. Don't go to the Martial Arts Examination and risk your life!"

As soon as Li Ziyu's message about participating in the Martial Arts Examination was sent to the group, it was like a bomb dropped into a calm lake. The group chat immediately exploded.

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

"Li Ziyu, are you sure?"

A moment later, a message arrived from the homeroom teacher, Liu Yanfang, followed by a large exclamation mark and question mark.

"Sure."

Li Ziyu replied, then stopped paying attention to the messages in the group chat and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Speaking of which, he hadn't taken a proper bath these past few days.

At the same time, in the homeroom teacher's office at Third High Sschool Class Six.

The homeroom teacher, Liu Yanfang, wearing a tight-fitting suit jacket and a suit skirt, was leaning over her desk, buried in work.

In front of her were a pile of thick file folders.

Each folder recorded the profile and Qi and Blood test results of every student in the class.

Adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, Liu Yanfang furrowed her brow as she found the file belonging to Ling Ziyu among the folders and opened it.

"That's right. The Qi and Blood test was conducted the day before yesterday, and Ling Ziyu's Qi and Blood value is 0.8. Why would he still register for the Martial Arts Examination?"

Liu Yanfang held Ling Ziyu's file and checked it several times before putting it down with a frown.

Receiving the message about Li Ziyu registering for the Martial Arts Examination had almost made her think she had misread it.

The Martial Arts Examination placed all participants in a fixed wilderness area to battle fierce beasts, and the final scores were calculated based on the number of fierce beasts each student killed.

As long as the score met the minimum requirement of the respective Martial Arts University, one could be admitted to that university.

Although various martial arts schools did not explicitly state the required Qi and Blood level for participants in the Martial Arts Examination to be admitted...

But everyone knew that if their Qi and Blood didn't reach 1.2, they wouldn't even be able to defeat the lowest-level fierce beasts in the Martial Arts Examination.

This was also why the school had organized early Qi and Blood tests.

It was to let students have a realistic understanding of their own strength and not blindly sign up for the Martial Arts Examination.

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

Liu Yanfang sighed and rubbed her temples.

Everyone had their student days; she was no exception.

But Martial Artists and ordinary people were, after all, not from the same social class.

Although Xu Mengyao's character was a bit lacking, she had no problem getting into Martial Arts University.

Li Ziyu had no talent for being a Martial Artist. No matter how hard he tried or what actions he took to prove his sincerity, it would be useless.

"Forget it, I should try to persuade Li Ziyu again. I can't just stand by and watch him go to his death!"

Thinking this, Liu Yanfang picked up her phone again and sent Li Ziyu several persuasive messages. However, after waiting for a long time, she received no response.

In the end, Liu Yanfang had no choice but to add her own name to the registration list for the Martial Arts Examination.

In the center of Xu Jiang Province, on the top floor of the Martial Artist Association building.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses, holding a folder, stood respectfully in front of the office with the Martial Arts Association President's plaque. He gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, a voice came from inside.

"Come in."

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

Inside was a massive room, easily thousands of square meters.

On the far left side, a roughly ten-square-meter office area was separated by glass. The remaining thousands of square meters were filled with countless sandbags.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, stripped to the waist, was furiously punching a sandbag in front of him.

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

His fists broke through the air, whistling through the atmosphere, and struck the sandbag.

But instead of the dull thud of a sandbag, it produced a clanging sound like metal colliding!

The tall, thin man looked at the scene before him, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

No matter how many times he saw this scene, he was always shocked.

He knew that the sandbags were not filled with ordinary sand, but with Asma Alloy!

Bang bang bang bang.

The old man flattened the sandbag in front of him with three punches. He then casually picked up another one from the ground and placed it in front of him, continuing his frenzied assault.

After flattening ten of them, the old man finally let out a slow breath.

He shifted his attention to the tall, thin man and said:

"I've broken all these hundred sandbags. Get me a new batch tomorrow."