Aren't they all students from our school?

Chapter 39: Aren't They All Students From Our School?

"Interested in being class monitor?"

Seeing a hint of shy modesty appear on Zhao Rui's young face, Liu Jie couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Class monitor?"

Zhao Rui was startled, then shook his head. "Teacher, I don't want to."

"Why? This can boost your student record, which will be beneficial for your future job search and joining organizations!"

Liu Jie asked, puzzled. Her petite face was fair and flawless, her slender eyelashes fluttering slightly outside her bright eyes.

"Teacher, I actually want to continue developing on the path of Martial Way..."

Zhao Rui spoke the truth. After all, he would need her, as his counselor, to know and communicate with him about future matters like joining the Martial Arts team.

Hearing Zhao Rui's words, Liu Jie fell silent. After a moment, she said, "Teacher supports you. If you need anything, just tell Teacher, and Teacher will communicate for you."

"Thank you, Teacher!"

"What are you thanking me for? I'm your counselor, naturally I'll consider your future."

Liu Jie smiled and reached out to pat Zhao Rui's shoulder, but realizing how petite she was, she couldn't help but tiptoe slightly.

Only then did she manage to pat Zhao Rui's shoulder twice in a manner befitting an adult.

"Work hard, I have high hopes for you!"

"Teacher, I can actually crouch down!"

"You're asking for a beating! You're even making fun of your teacher!"

Liu Jie feigned a move to hit him, and Zhao Rui laughed heartily, quickly dodging and returning to the students.

The military camp's activities included not only target practice but also military boxing performances and a bonfire party. After the camp activities concluded, the students would have to march back to school at night.

Upon hearing they had to return at night, the students complained incessantly, wishing they could drag the school leaders out and give them twenty lashes.

With "combat techniques" whips!

Alas, complaints were just complaints. When the camp's garrisoned soldiers lined up neatly to perform military boxing, the students' fatigue vanished instantly.

Their eyes widened with excitement, and they watched the soldiers' performance, mesmerized.

The military boxing in this world was different from his previous life. It was divided into two types: one was hard qigong, which had low entry requirements, and ordinary soldiers could practice it.

The other was military Martial Arts, which, like university and sect inheritances, had a solid foundation and historical origins.

Those who achieved great success in practicing it became formidable military fighters, capable of slaughtering and defending a region, surpassing even a Grandmaster.

Combined with modern weaponry, how could mere rogue cultivators possibly shake such a force?

This was also one of the reasons why Martial Way was so prosperous, yet the country could still maintain long-term peace and stability.

"Zhao Rui, do you think our school's Martial Arts Students can defeat army soldiers of the same level?"

Jian Congsheng, standing beside him, looked at the spectacular Martial Arts performance in the arena and asked curiously.

"That's hard to say. It depends on the rules and the individual's state of mind!"

Zhao Rui replied casually.

"Oh. I really envy you people with Martial Way foundations. Our dorm will be relying on you to protect us in the future!"

Jian Congsheng said with a hint of envy.

"Don't say that. I'm not a genius student from the Martial Arts Academy. I've just persisted longer than you guys and haven't given up!"

As Zhao Rui was speaking, a commotion suddenly erupted from the ranks. He pricked up his ears and heard that the martial arts performance was over, and the army wanted to have a competition with the students.

Many boys, although not skilled in Martial Arts, were filled with youthful passion. Who wouldn't want to step onto the stage for a fight and show off in front of the girls?

"Each company will nominate two student representatives for some entertainment. Students can wear protective gear..."

As the camp commander's words came through, the companies immediately fell into bustling discussions.

"I'm Martial Way Level 3, I'll go!"

"Wow, you're Level 3? That's a shame. If you were Level 4, you could apply to a Martial Arts undergraduate school."

"I'm Level 2. I'll try. I have protective gear anyway! Which sister will cheer me on? This is considered fighting for our company!"

"Go, go, go, go!"

The atmosphere instantly heated up, and the girls' cheers rose one after another. Soon, two contestants stood up from each camp and walked onto the field.

As for Zhao Rui's group, there was no need to consider. Zhao Rui was definitely one of them.

Before he left, a bold girl who had previously received Zhao Rui's help shouted, "Zhao Rui, if you win, I'll be your girlfriend!"

As soon as her voice fell, a boy shouted in response, "Zhao Rui, if you win, I'll be your boyfriend!"

The somewhat ambiguous atmosphere instantly collapsed, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhao Rui smiled and walked onto the field with another male student who was Martial Way Level 2.

Due to the large number of participants in the military training, only a portion of them were present this time, not including the Martial Arts Academy company.

So the company commander didn't let the high-level fighters appear either, only sending out four Level 3 Martial Artist fighters and one Level Four Martial Artist fighter to show their faces.

He didn't even pay attention to the Martial Way level of these students.

After all, for students not majoring in Martial Way, Level Four was already the limit of their combat power.

After a brief introduction of the rules, the competition officially began.

A total of forty students, five groups per round, competing simultaneously.

The time limit was three minutes; being knocked down meant failure! As long as they lasted three minutes, they won.

The students put on the protective gear provided by the barracks, each one eager to try.

As the whistle blew, the competition officially started.

The fighters narrowed their eyes, like leopards spotting tasty prey, and lunged forward with precise and fierce attacks.

Even if these students had Level 2 skills, they had learned them in middle school. When they realized they didn't have much talent and transferred to regular classes in high school, who would still train diligently?

Therefore, in just a moment, the situation for these five students became precarious. They could barely fight back, let alone resist.

As one student was knocked to the ground, the others quickly followed suit with thuds.

"Sigh, lost so quickly!"

The students watching from the sidelines naturally sided with the students and let out sighs of regret at the sight.

One round ended, and another began. The entire student team went through six rounds. Only two students were quite capable and lasted for two minutes, but they were eventually knocked to the ground.

This result immediately caused a wave of disappointed wails from the students watching from the sidelines.

"This is bullying! If you have the guts, wait until our Martial Way Academy students arrive before you compete. What's the point of bullying us weaklings?"

"Exactly! If you have the guts, compete in academics. We can beat ten of you!"

The contradiction of opposition and unity always becomes so apparent when it concerns one's own interests and stance.

The students who were originally bustling and watching the excitement actually became united in the face of defeat.

"Commendable spirit. We can add more difficulty later and train them thoroughly!"

On the viewing platform, the company commander smiled and said to the school leader accompanying the students beside him.

"They're all young people. If they don't have this bit of spirit, how can they become pillars of the country? Whether they are students or young soldiers, they are all our future hope!"

The school leader said with a smile, unhurriedly.

But in his heart, he was cursing. This was clearly an attempt to provoke them, the intellectuals.

A bunch of grunt soldiers, what are they so arrogant about!

"Haha, Principal Zhang is right, they are all future hopes!"

The company commander chuckled and continued to cast his gaze towards the martial arts arena below.

As the students were quickly defeated, it soon came down to the last three groups.

Two of them were the Level 3 Martial Artist university student and Zhao Rui.

The Level 3 Martial Artist university student went up first. His strength was quite good, and he fought back and forth with his opponent. However, due to not training for a long time and lacking combat experience, he only lasted two minutes before his opponent seized an opportunity and flipped him to the ground.

He regretfully lost the match.

Seeing that even the Level 3 Martial Artist had lost, the university students let out disappointed wails.

After all, Zhao Rui was at most Level 3. Who among Level 4 students wouldn't go to a Martial Way Academy?

However, even so, when Zhao Rui stepped onto the stage, the entire venue erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

In the martial arts arena, Zhao Rui adjusted his protective gear and walked to the center of the stage with a clatter. He looked at the fighter opposite him and then politely cupped his fists.

Seeing Zhao Rui's tall and well-proportioned physique, the opponent smiled and said, "How many minutes do you think you can last?"

"Three minutes, maybe. Any longer would be inappropriate!"

Zhao Rui smiled. He was just playing around for fun.

"Good kid, you've got a big mouth!"

The soldier sneered. He had initially just wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned.

He usually looked down on these university students who were physically weak and spent all their time with girls.

Enjoying their wonderful campus life.

They, the soldiers, trained hard and suffered every day, and when they found a partner, it was usually someone the girls had already dated.

He already had some resentment in his heart, and now he wanted to deflate the arrogance of these university students even more.

As soon as the competition whistle blew, he immediately unleashed his power, his speed increasing dramatically, and he threw a punch at Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui swung his arm and lightly blocked it. His feet moved according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, his body remained steady, and he skillfully used the opponent's force to shift.

Despite the opponent's furious onslaught, he remained calm and unhurried.

At this point, anyone with eyes could see the problem.

The company commander on the viewing platform had sharp eyes. He immediately turned to the school leader who had brought the team and said, "You still have a hidden high-level Martial Way student in your regular class."

The school leaders didn't understand martial arts, but they weren't stupid either. Seeing that Zhao Rui was the only one on the field handling the situation with ease, one of them chuckled, "Students have strong self-awareness these days. Our school also emphasizes holistic development of morality, intelligence, and physical fitness!"

"Could they be students from the Martial Arts Academy who snuck over?"

"Does it matter? Aren't they all students of our school?"

The school leaders chuckled noncommittally.

The camp commander nodded, beckoned a nearby orderly, gave a few instructions, and then continued watching the match with a smile.

On the martial arts field!

Zhao Rui leisurely watched his opponent's onslaught, silently clicking to copy a new martial skill on his System panel: Hundred Battles Fiery Cloud Fist.

It was a crude combat technique from the military, a low-tier Martial Art, but it was better than nothing.

He'd get advancement points for learning it anyway.

Three minutes passed quickly. No matter how fiercely his opponent attacked, Zhao Rui stood firm in the center of the field like a mountain.

By the time the match ended, he was the only university student left standing in the vast martial arts field, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

"You..."

The soldier he had been fighting against now knew he was no match for Zhao Rui. He spat hatefully, annoyed, and left the field.

"Holy crap, he won! That really boosts morale!"

"Exactly! He's from our class, pretty amazing, right?"

"Zhao Rui is so handsome."

"So his name is Zhao Rui? Is he from the accounting department? I want his contact info!"

"Zhao Rui, I'm going to marry you and have lots of babies!"

This last shout came from some shameless guy.

Zhao Rui raised his hand and smiled at the crowd. A young man's life is wasted if he's not a bit dashing!

I'm not arrogant, but I need to show myself with confidence.

Seeing Zhao Rui's response, the guy who shouted about marrying him became instantly fired up. He lifted the hem of his military training uniform and started to wiggle.

The atmosphere grew even more fervent, almost like a concert.

The military unit had intended to use this sparring match to curb the students' arrogance. They hadn't expected an anomaly to appear midway, one who would actually win steadily.

"Should we switch opponents?"

A soldier suggested.

"Switch for what? Continue!"

The company commander organizing the match glared at the soldier who spoke, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, like thunder cracking in the sky.

"If you lose, I'll step in myself!"

Hearing the company commander's words, the soldiers present all showed fierce expressions, like hunting wolves ready to devour their prey.

The competition quickly entered its second round, with winners facing off again.

Since Zhao Rui was the only university student left, the entire second round was directly streamlined to the winners from the soldier group competing against Zhao Rui.

The soldiers often sparred with each other. They didn't need to compete again and directly put forward this Level Four Martial Artist.

"Come on, kid, let me show you what a real man is!"

The soldier took off his vest, revealing a muscular upper body covered in scars.

It was clear he had been injured many times.

"Just a spar!"

Zhao Rui smiled, waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

This man usually charged forward bravely in battles. Seeing Zhao Rui standing casually, as if without any openings, he immediately knew he had encountered a master of internal energy.

He quickly stomped the ground, kicking up dust from the martial arts field with a sweeping leg, creating a cloud of sand and dust.

Using the sandstorm as cover, his figure suddenly shrank and he exerted all his strength, charging at Zhao Rui like a spinning top.

Zhao Rui leaped back, avoiding the brunt of the attack, and waved his sleeve to disperse the swirling sand.

Then, he grabbed his opponent's incoming heavy punch, pressed a vital point on the back of his hand, and simultaneously applied downward force, gripping.

He immediately pulled his opponent down to the ground, ending the exchange cleanly and decisively.

"My apologies!"

Zhao Rui retreated a step, cupped his fist in a salute. If not for the armor on his body, he would have been perfectly dashing.

"I concede!"

The soldier was straightforward. He got up, admitted defeat calmly, and then stepped aside.

"I'll go!"

At this moment, the company commander, who had been observing from the sidelines, could no longer hold back and stepped forward.

Zhao Rui glanced at the opponent's restrained killing intent and immediately took a step back, saying, "Leader, you don't seem to be part of the competition, do you?"

As soon as he said this, the company commander, who had been aggressively advancing, instantly halted, his expression a tangled mess of awkwardness.

He indeed was not part of the competition.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a battalion officer on the rostrum blew into the microphone and announced loudly, "Young man, you've won the match, but they're all lower level than you. How about this, if you can defeat our company commander comrade, I'll make the decision to give you two hours of leave!"

At these words, the gazes of the entire military camp instantly focused on Zhao Rui!