Assessment

The large manor, as far as the eye could see, was the size of a small football field.

The first things that caught their eyes were two rows of weapon racks, and wooden stakes placed in the center of the courtyard.

Zhang Da Niu and the others, who followed the boxing manor disciples into the courtyard, were filled with longing as they saw the various weapons on the racks, their gazes burning with desire.

At this moment, they were all imagining themselves wielding staffs or sabers, galloping across the training grounds.

"Stop looking, these things aren't for you."

Noticing the yearning expressions of the youths, the leading disciple sneered.

Even if they were accepted into the boxing manor, they would only be living stakes, not official disciples.

He could tell with a rough glance that ninety percent of these people would live and die in obscurity.

Only a very select few would stand out and officially join the Lingyun Martial Arts School.

His gaze paused on Zhang Da Niu, and he walked forward, patting his shoulder.

"Senior Brother?"

Zhang Da Niu looked confused, not understanding.

"Come with me. Martial Uncle is very curious about you. You've successfully practiced an Inner Strength Technique to the introductory level without a master's guidance. The subsequent assessment is irrelevant to you now."

"What? Inner Strength Technique introductory level? Doesn't that mean he's almost crossed the threshold to becoming a Martial Artist?"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in astonishment, their face filled with admiration. The other youths also showed envious expressions.

Lin Yin's heart stirred.

He knew that reaching the introductory level of an Inner Strength Technique already meant possessing the conditions to become a Martial Artist, and he had some guesses in his heart.

After all, if Zhang Da Niu, who could draw a two-stone bow, wasn't naturally strong, then he must have corresponding capital.

The introductory level of Inner Strength must have been achieved recently.

Lin Yin guessed in his heart.

On the other side, Zhang Da Niu was stunned at first, then his face lit up with surprise, and he quickly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Despite his seemingly steady and honest demeanor, his face couldn't help but show a hint of excitement upon hearing such news.

In a sense, he and those behind him were already completely different.

Zhang Da Niu was led by the disciple to a side room by the courtyard. Lin Yin and the remaining Wan Qing and others stood respectfully in the courtyard, not daring to move.

During this time, disciples from the boxing manor passed by. Some looked curious, some calm, and others were even mocking.

"Good heavens, how did these guys get in? Their bodies are so loose and weak. They probably just snuck in, right?"

A young man in a dark martial arts uniform stopped as he passed, looking at Shi Zhong and the others with ridicule.

Especially noticing Lin Yin and Wan Qing, whose heads were swollen red, he shook his head and sighed, as if mocking or complaining.

"Senior Brother Wan, they're just some new Living Stakes. I heard that Pine Wind Martial Arts School has also been recruiting Living Stakes recently, taking away a lot of their business, which is why there was an adjustment this time."

"An adjustment? And they ended up with this trash? How many punches do you think they can take from me?"

The young man named Senior Brother Wan showed disdain on his face. The disciple standing beside him didn't say anything, but instead flattered him profusely.

"That's right, Senior Brother has achieved Minor Accomplishment in Cloud Stance and is already a Ming Jin Martial Artist. None of these junior brothers can withstand Senior Brother's Cloud Palm."

Listening to the flattery, Senior Brother Wan couldn't help but show a hint of arrogance. He glanced at the silent Wan Qing and Lin Yin, felt bored, pouted, and left directly.

Only after his figure disappeared did Shi Zhong and the others, whose atmosphere had been somewhat frozen, finally show a hint of indignation.

"That guy... he's going too far!"

"Why? Is it just because he joined the martial arts school a little earlier than us?"

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"Minor Accomplishment in Cloud Stance... Hiss, that Senior Brother is a true Ming Jin Martial Artist. You all should speak more quietly."

Some were dissatisfied, some were timid, and some yearned for it.

Ming Jin, stepping into Ming Jin is the true symbol of standing among martial artists. Without cultivating the power of Jin, one is ultimately just a Mortal.

"..."

In the crowd, Lin Yin, who had profoundly realized his own "insufficiency," had already hidden himself somewhere behind, his expression unreadable.

'It will probably only take a few days for my Vajra Stake Technique to reach Minor Accomplishment... At that time, can I withstand your palm strike?'

Lin Yin had never been a magnanimous person. Even though he had retreated behind the crowd, that guy just happened to see him at a glance and even spoke out to mock him.

Even with his usual "steadiness," a trace of anger couldn't help but rise in Lin Yin's heart at this moment.

Just as Lin Yin and the others were experiencing mixed emotions, on the other side, the door of the Side Room finally opened.

Zhang Da Niu, who came out again, had a hint of excitement on his face, following behind a middle-aged Man.

As for the disciple from before, he had already come to the front of Lin Yin and the others.

"The assessment is about to begin. Follow me."

As the words fell, Shi Zhong and the others quickly followed the disciple.

Before leaving, many people looked back at Zhang Da Niu, who was following the middle-aged man towards a courtyard.

Some couldn't contain their curiosity and cautiously asked the boxing gym disciple walking in front.

"Senior Brother, where is Da Niu going? Isn't he with us?"

"He... he was hired exceptionally. Our Lingyun Martial Arts School has struck a great bargain this time. Junior Brother Da Niu has a good bone structure, a rare and excellent prospect."

Speaking of Zhang Da Niu, this disciple's face showed a hint of complexity and envy.

He originally thought Zhang Da Niu only had some talent in his family's martial arts, but he didn't expect his bone structure to be even better than his.

It was simply unbelievable.

Who would have thought that the boxing gym, which selected Living Stakes, would suddenly recruit a disciple with such good bone structure.

It was like sifting gold from sand.

"What... good bone structure!"

At this moment, the envy and jealousy in Shi Zhong and the others' eyes vanished, replaced by unprecedented shock.

What did bone structure mean? It meant whether their future martial arts journey would be smooth.

They all came to the boxing gym to be selected as Living Stakes. If they had good bone structure, why would they need to be boxing stakes? They could have joined the martial arts school directly.

Therefore, the shock they felt at the news of Zhang Da Niu's good bone structure was far greater than the shock of him mastering the stake technique.

Bone structure...

In the crowd, Lin Yin's expression shifted slightly. From past memories, he knew his bone structure didn't seem too good.

However... with the Heaven Rewards Diligence Destiny, why would he need any bone structure?

Thinking of this, Lin Yin's expression returned to normal.

As everyone was discussing, they finally arrived at their destination.

In their sight, wooden stakes stood conspicuously in the middle of the courtyard. In front of these standing wooden stakes stood a young man, his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed.

Only when Lin Yin and the others approached did the man slowly open his eyes.

"Senior Brother Li, all the Living Stakes are here today. We trouble you, Senior Brother."

The boxing gym disciple who led the way looked respectfully at the young man in front of him, with reverence in his expression.

The young man surnamed Li slowly nodded, then looked at Lin Yin and the others. His expression was blank, his voice gentle, yet it carried an extremely strong penetrating power.

"Get on the stakes!"

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