Bai Haoran Can Also Get Martial Artist Certified?

A bold idea suddenly popped into Li Ziyu's mind.

But he immediately shook his head and denied it, laughing at himself: "I'm really getting ahead of myself. Ferocious beasts aren't like wild animals—even the lowest first-rank ferocious beast has Combat Power far exceeding a Siberian tiger."

"With my current 0.9 blood energy, I'd probably get swatted to death with one slap if I went over there."

"I don't dare think about ferocious beasts for now, but killing a few Red-Eyed Rabbits outside the city walls—that I could do."

"Forget it, I won't overthink this. Let me test my Combat Power again."

After mulling it over, Li Ziyu pressed the end-test button, and the tubes stuck to his body automatically detached.

Li Ziyu held his hands out stiffly and stepped out of the blood energy tester.

He walked over to a human-shaped Ironwood post and stopped in front of it.

It was called a wooden post.

But in the center of the post, there was something like an electronic display screen.

Its design was somewhat similar to the punch-force tester from his past life.

This Ironwood humanoid target contained special equipment inside that could measure Combat Power.

As long as you struck the target with full force, it would automatically convert the attack into Combat Power and display it on the target's electronic screen.

Quite miraculous.

Although it could only measure the strength of martial artists below the second rank.

But he wasn't even a martial artist yet, so the Ironwood target was more than enough.

Li Ziyu studied it for a while but couldn't figure out its principle, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Blood energy was the foundation of a martial artist.

Generally speaking, the stronger a martial artist's blood energy, the greater their Combat Power.

Under normal circumstances, multiplying blood energy by one hundred would give a martial artist's Combat Power.

But it wasn't absolute.

Because besides blood energy, martial techniques also provided a boost that affected Combat Power.

For example, fist techniques, blade techniques, sword techniques, spear techniques—these could all be called basic martial techniques.

"Lucky I still have some blade technique mastery. Even if it's beginner level, at least it's a way to fight."

"Let me first try without using any martial technique and see how much Combat Power I can output."

"Ha!"

Li Ziyu stared straight at the target in front of him, calming his mind and focusing his energy.

He settled into a horse stance, tensed every muscle in his body, put force into his right fist, and threw a heavy punch at the target before him.

With a thud, the Ironwood target let out a dull sound.

On the electronic screen above, a bright red number popped up.

92!

Twisting his waist with a light shout, he switched from fist to leg.

Li Ziyu then whipped a side kick onto the target.

Another dull thud sounded, and the electronic display on the target popped up another number.

93!

As the saying goes, the arm can't twist the thigh—there was some truth to it.

The power of a whip kick was indeed greater than that of a fist.

But the fluctuation was way too small.

The conversion between blood energy and Combat Power didn't exceed the standard at all.

Li Ziyu let out a turbid breath and couldn't help complaining.

What this meant was that although the quantity of his blood energy had increased, the quality hadn't.

"Let me try with a blade."

Just now, he had used pure physical strength, and the Combat Power boost was minimal.

He lifted his foot and walked over to the weapon rack in the corner, picking out an alloy long blade from the densely hanging weapons.

He weighed it in his hand—the weight was just right.

"Beginner Blade Technique!"

"Might Splits Mount Hua!"

Blade in hand, Li Ziyu walked back to the target and shouted a familiar battle cry.

Then his right hand exerted force, and with a whoosh, he slashed diagonally and viciously at the target.

A muffled sound, much louder than before, rang out as the target, made entirely of ironwood, shook violently.

A white blade mark was left on the ironwood surface.

On the electronic screen, a number, slightly darker in color than before, flickered.

102!

With the boost from Beginner Blade Technique, the Combat Power of this strike reached 102!

A ten percent increase in Combat Power.

"As expected, martial techniques are very important for Combat Power. Even just Beginner Blade Technique can boost Combat Power by ten percent."

"Then what about Intermediate Blade Technique, or even Advanced Blade Technique? Wouldn't that be even stronger?"

"And what about beyond Advanced? Or techniques higher than basic martial skills—Combat Techniques?"

Li Ziyu's heart surged with excitement.

The system definitely wasn't limited to just enhancing blood energy. It was very possible that it could also upgrade martial techniques later on.

All of this required him to increase his blood energy to verify.

"The minimum undergraduate requirement for the martial arts exam is a blood energy value of 1.2 and a Combat Power of 140."

"Right now, I have 0.92 blood energy and 101 Combat Power."

"That means, as long as I keep killing creatures and follow the system's improvements, I can definitely get into a martial arts university undergraduate program within a week."

"Maybe even a better martial arts university is possible!"

"But then again, with this system, it seems like I don't even need to go to a martial arts university?"

"I could also just focus on hunting ferocious beasts and take the path of a social martial artist?"

Li Ziyu pondered silently.

But thinking about this was still too far off.

What was urgent now was to quickly increase his blood energy and strengthen his strength.

A moment later, after testing his Combat Power a few more times, Li Ziyu placed his battle blade back on the weapon rack, pushed open the door, and walked out of the testing room.

"Brother Bai Haoran, your blood energy is already at 1.4, right? Getting into an undergraduate program should be no problem, huh?"

At the front desk.

Xu Mengyao sat gracefully in a chair, her expression gentle as she gazed at Bai Haoran, who sat beside her waiting for a training room to open up.

Bai Haoran nodded calmly, but his tone carried a hint of pride and arrogance:

"Not 1.4, it's already 1.5."

"Wow! Already 1.5!? Doesn't that meet the certification standard for a Level 1 Martial Artist!?"

Hearing Bai Haoran's words, Xu Mengyao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her face full of astonishment.

Bai Haoran smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, and nodded:

"Yeah, if there are no issues with this blood energy test, I plan to go to the Xujiang City Martial Artist Association tomorrow to take the Level 1 Martial Artist assessment."

Their conversation was undisguised, and the beautiful front desk clerk heard every word clearly, looking at Bai Haoran with surprise.

She hadn't expected this young man to be such a genius, reaching Level 1 Martial Artist at such a young age.

That was rare even in all of Xujiang City.

The beautiful clerk began to understand why Xu Mengyao was with Bai Haoran.

"I'm done testing. Here's your room card back."

Just then, Li Ziyu's figure emerged from inside the martial arts hall. He took two steps to the counter and placed the black card on the table.

"Heh, done testing? Gave up, didn't you?"

"If you don't have the talent for a martial artist, just settle for being an ordinary person. I hope you won't bother me anymore."

Xu Mengyao sneered sarcastically at Li Ziyu from the side.

Thinking about how coldly Li Ziyu had treated her just now, she couldn't help but feel angry.

A former simp who did whatever she said, an ordinary person destined to have no martial artist talent—how dare he look at her with the same disgusted eyes he'd use on roadside trash?

Li Ziyu completely ignored Xu Mengyao, as if she were just air.

If a dog bit him, did he have to bite back?

For a gold-digging Green Tea Girlfriend like Xu Mengyao, Li Ziyu felt that even one more word to her was an insult to himself.

Putting down the room card, Li Ziyu turned and walked out of Hongsu Martial Arts Hall.

"You!"

Xu Mengyao was so furious at Li Ziyu's cold attitude that her chest heaved and her pretty face flushed red.

Sometimes being ignored hurt more than being yelled at or hit.

"A low-level loser who can't even get into a martial arts university, acting like he's a martial artist. Who does he think he is?"

"I'd love to see just how low your blood energy and Combat Power really are!"

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