Admission Notice

Morning, Trial Martial Hall.

Qin Heng returned the bicycle key to his classmate and headed straight for the small training room.

After his third cultivation session, he felt his strength growing ever more formidable, while his body continued to shoot upward.

Upon reaching the small training room, he first measured his height: 178 centimeters.

Then his weight: 81 kilograms.

Next, he tested his strength with a barbell: 195 kilograms with his left arm, 200 kilograms with his right.

"Based on a conversion rate of five to one, my punching force should have reached 1,000 kilograms now, the same as Wang Peng's result during yesterday's assessment."

Qin Heng was thrilled.

The rapid growth period of the "Innate Fetal Breathing Art" was about a week. Only three days had passed, and he had already come this far. What about after a week? A month? A year?

He did not dare imagine how strong he would become in the future.

He only knew that he was no longer ordinary, and that a vast future lay before him!

"Qin Heng, you're here so early? Shouldn't you be celebrating at home for a day after passing the assessment?" Zhang Jun greeted him when he arrived at the Martial Hall.

Qin Heng said, "Celebrating is one thing, but training can't be neglected. A Jun, what did your parents say? Since you didn't pass the assessment, will you keep training or do something else?"

Zhang Jun had also taken the assessment yesterday, but his punching force had only reached 486 kilograms, so he had failed to pass.

He replied, "My parents said they'll let me train for another year. They can cover the 300 membership fee. But after thinking about it, they work so hard doing odd jobs to earn money. Paying for my membership and Nutritious Meals would put too much pressure on them. So I'm planning to enlist with Jiang RuLong."

Qin Heng nodded slightly. "The military isn't bad either. Keep training while guarding the border, and I'm sure you'll achieve something."

Zhang Jun smiled. "I definitely can't compare with you, but my parents are already very satisfied. I came to tell the coach. I'll leave this afternoon."

"Good luck!"

"Mm, you too!"

After chatting for a few moments, Zhang Jun went to see the coach while Qin Heng continued training.

Before long, the other trainees also arrived at the Martial Hall.

"Senior Apprentice Qin Heng, congratulations!"

"Senior Apprentice Qin Heng, you're incredible!"

"You've already passed the assessment, yet you still train this hard. As expected of the city's Number One Genius!"

Many trainees came to congratulate him. Seeing Qin Heng training until he was drenched in sweat, quite a few of them expressed admiration.

But some spoke in private.

"Did you see the newspapers? I heard Senior Apprentice Qin Heng made such tremendous progress only because he took some miracle medicine."

"Several media outlets have said that the Four Great Martial Halls doubt Senior Apprentice Qin Heng's record-breaking result..."

"If he were truly an unparalleled genius and had broken the record, the television stations would definitely have reported it immediately. There's been no movement on TV at all, so the rumors are probably true..."

Hearing this, Qin Heng felt slightly uncomfortable, but he did not show it.

Chen Yuan, who was training alongside him, complained unhappily, "What's wrong with these media outlets? They can publish rumors with no source at all?"

Su Kuang said disdainfully from the side, "What else could it be? Wang Peng must have paid them off, deliberately expanding the impact and smearing Qin Heng."

Chen Yuan said, "That's possible... But speaking of which, Su Kuang, didn't you used to hate Qin Heng? Why does it seem like you've changed your mind these past two days?"

"Have I?" Su Kuang denied it.

"You have!" Chen Yuan said firmly.

"I still hate pretty boys." Su Kuang curled his lip, then added, "But his strength is genuinely impressive. I'm genuinely convinced."

Qin Heng smiled upon hearing that. "Unless something unexpected happens, the three of us should all be admitted to Heavenly Dao Martial Hall. The three standouts of the First Assessment—we'll look after one another from now on."

Though Su Kuang often spoke harshly, his nature was not bad. He was far better than a petty man like Wang Peng.

Chen Yuan said happily, "Great! Then you'll have to look after us more, you rich tycoon with a monthly salary of 120,000."

Su Kuang nodded somewhat solemnly. "I've heard that the competition among trainees inside the Martial Halls is intense too. When the time comes, we should stick together and present a united front, so no one can bully us."

"Mm!"

Besides the three of them, Guo Yisen, who had also passed the First Assessment, had applied to Heavenly Dao Martial Hall as well. They just did not know whether he would be selected.

They chatted while training, and before they knew it, it was already ten in the morning.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Senior Apprentice Qin Heng, good news! Your Admission Notice is here!"

An Admission Notice?

This quickly?

Qin Heng hurriedly stopped training and looked outside.

A young trainee said excitedly, "Someone from Heavenly Dao Martial Hall has come. They said it's the first Admission Notice in the entire city and that they want to hand it to you personally. They're in the coach's office now!"

The first in the entire city...

That was quite a gimmick.

Su Kuang frowned when he heard this. "On one hand, they refuse to publish reports or put the record-breaking matter on television to celebrate it. On the other, they're using the city's first notice to win over a trainee. What game are these higher-ups playing?"

The first Admission Notice in the city carried extraordinary significance.

There were roughly ten thousand trainees in the city who passed the assessment. Government departments would investigate their family backgrounds in a very short time before issuing the notices.

From the end of the assessment, the notices could be delivered to the trainees within roughly seventy-two hours.

But the "first" carried symbolic meaning. It would definitely be issued in advance as a symbol.

The person who received the "first Admission Notice" was surely that year's most outstanding trainee. After entering the Martial Hall, they would receive special attention, and their growth would be reported to the public from time to time.

For instance, last year's Han Liang had appeared on the news more than once. Reports had said things like, "New trainee Han Liang and others have made rapid progress recently, with their tested punching force reaching xxx kilograms," or "New trainee Han Liang and others have performed exceptionally and received xx awards issued by the Martial Hall Alliance," and so on.

But for this identity to be recognized while the overwhelming "rumors of taking miracle medicine" appeared at the same time made things seem extremely strange.

The public would be terribly confused. Was Qin Heng a genius or a waste? Had he taken miracle medicine or not? Could he become a true martial warrior in the future?

This contradiction would not stop before Qin Heng became a martial warrior.

However, Qin Heng did not care much.

What others said was their business. It was not as if he would lose a piece of flesh over it.

Besides, with his current strength, he believed it would not be long before he could take the Elementary Martial Warrior Assessment.

Then he would be a true martial warrior, and the rumors would collapse on their own.

"I'll go take a look in the office."

He paused his training and walked toward Coach Yang's office.

Su Kuang and Chen Yuan were curious about what the notice looked like, so they followed him.

Before long, the three arrived outside the office.

"Coach Yang, I'm here." Qin Heng knocked on the door.

The door was not closed. Coach Yang Huai'an was sitting inside drinking tea with a Bearded Middle-Aged Man.

This bearded man was none other than the Heavenly Dao Martial Hall representative who had offered Qin Heng terms yesterday.

"Come in." Coach Yang beckoned to him.

Qin Heng entered.

Coach Yang introduced him to the bearded man. "Senior Brother Zhong, this is Qin Heng, whom you met yesterday. He only turned eighteen this year and has been practicing the 'Innate Fetal Breathing Art' for a very short time. His future potential is limitless, so you must nurture him well."

Zhong Wanshan nodded gladly. "As long as he hasn't been enhanced by miracle medicine, we will spare no effort in nurturing him as a reserve seed for a Martial God!"