Group Chat Attention

Seeing this, Jiang Keke stuck out her tongue, made a funny face at Jiang Hao, then turned back to the living room to continue watching TV.

Watching Jiang Keke's retreating figure, Jiang Hao's fists clenched slightly.

Eight Revolutions.

In a few days, he would reach Nine Revolutions perfection.

The talent of a Star-grade Martial Bone was displayed in full force.

This was the seemingly insurmountable chasm between genius and ordinary people.

If it were before!

Jiang Hao would have been utterly crushed!

But not now!

There wasn't a single ripple in his heart, no jealousy or discouragement.

Because he could do it too!

As long as he kept working hard, Eight Revolutions, Nine Revolutions were only a matter of time!

And!

Perhaps even faster than these geniuses!

Jiang Hao didn't bother with Jiang Keke as she returned to her room. Instead, he slowly lowered his body again and once more assumed the stance of the Nine Revolutions Stance Skill.

Since diligence could make up for lack of talent.

Then he would use a hundred times, a thousand times the sweat to fill that chasm!

Under the night sky.

The youth's sweat-drenched figure stood out with unwavering determination.

While Jiang Hao trained with single-minded intensity.

In the online chat group of Class 3-2 at Dragon Star Eighth Great Martial High School, he had become the center of lively discussion.

"Holy shit! Jiang Hao's Stance Skill broke through to the Grandmaster level! Unbelievable!"

"The way his Blood Qi flowed like water back then, definitely Grandmaster. So jealous!"

"Jiang Hao has a Dust-grade Martial Bone, and he still managed to train his Stance Skill to Grandmaster! So inspiring!"

"Inspiring my ass, think how much sweat that took! I'm still stuck at Five Revolutions, comparing people just pisses me off!"

"Anyway, Grandmaster-level Stance Skill means Blood Qi refinement efficiency skyrockets. Jiang Hao actually has a real shot at getting into an ordinary Martial Arts University now!"

"True, this is definitely the biggest news in our class today!"

Messages scrolled by at lightning speed.

Most of the classmates in the group chat were marveling at Jiang Hao's breakthrough.

Some were envious, some admired, and some were even inspired by it.

However.

In the living room of a rather luxurious standalone villa somewhere in Rongguang City.

A youth in branded casual wear was lounging on a soft leather sofa.

He was staring at the virtual screen projected from his Personal Terminal, which displayed the Class 3-2 group chat.

The youth's name was Lin Qiu.

Also a student in Class 3-2.

At this moment, Lin Qiu's face carried a hint of irritation and displeasure that clashed with the group chat's atmosphere.

Watching the screen scroll endlessly with discussions all centered around the name "Jiang Hao."

Lin Qiu's brow furrowed tightly.

In his view!

The center of this group chat should be someone like him—a gifted talent about to enter the Key Class.

The classmates should be discussing whose Martial Skill was more refined, whose Blood Qi was about to break through.

Not some ordinary person with a Dust-grade Martial Bone!

Even if that ordinary person had luckily trained his Stance Skill to Grandmaster, so what?

On the path of martial arts!

Talent was forever the true king!

The ceiling of a Dust-grade Martial Bone!

Was already set in stone!

In the past, the class group chat had indeed been like that.

The topics always revolved around him and a few other classmates with top-tier Blood Qi Intensity.

But now, everything had changed.

A person he wouldn't normally spare a glance had snatched away all the limelight, stirring a fierce disdain and irritation in Lin Qiu, who was used to being the center of attention.

He couldn't stand it any longer!

Lin Qiu let out a cold snort, his slender fingers swiftly tapping on the virtual keyboard.

Lin Qiu: "Ha, isn't it just mastering the stance skill? What's there to make a fuss about?"

Lin Qiu: "A Dust-grade Martial Bone, just got lucky, that's all. Worth all this praise from you guys?"

The moment this message appeared.

The once-boiling class group chat instantly fell into a brief silence.

Everyone saw Lin Qiu's words.

The undisguised contempt and sourness between the lines practically leaped off the screen.

And soon, someone tried to smooth things over.

"Brother Qiu is right, Brother Qiu is mighty!"

"Exactly, compared to Brother Qiu, mastering a stance skill really isn't a big deal."

But not everyone chose to chime in.

Lu Ming had long been fed up with the arrogant Lin Qiu.

Seeing Lin Qiu openly mock Jiang Hao now, he fired back directly.

Lu Ming: "Lin Qiu, what's your problem? Jiang Hao broke through with his own effort—did he eat your rice or something?"

Lu Ming: "If you've got the guts, go get lucky yourself and master the stance skill. Let me see it!"

Lin Qiu's eyes instantly turned cold when he saw Lu Ming dare to contradict him publicly.

Lin Qiu: "Lu Ming, who the hell do you think you are? What gives you the right to speak here?"

Lin Qiu: "I'm just stating the facts. A waste is still a waste, no matter how hard he tries."

Lu Ming was shaking with rage at these words.

Lu Ming: "I see it now! You're just jealous! Jealous that someone else works harder than you!"

Lu Ming: "Isn't your Blood Qi Intensity almost at 9.0? Aren't you so awesome? Then why hasn't your stance skill mastered?"

This sentence, like a precise arrow, struck Lin Qiu right in his sore spot.

That's right, his Blood Qi Intensity was as high as 8.8, ranking among the top in the entire class.

But the Nine Revolutions Stance Skill he practiced was still stuck at the bottleneck of the Fifth Revolution Perfection, unable to break through no matter what!

This was also what irritated him the most.

Now that Lu Ming had exposed his scar in front of the whole class, Lin Qiu's anger was completely ignited.

Lin Qiu: "Lu Ming, are you fucking asking for death?"

Lu Ming didn't back down an inch and shot back immediately.

Lu Ming: "Who's afraid of who?"

Lin Qiu laughed in fury.

Lin Qiu: "Fine, very fine!"

Lin Qiu: "You asked for this!"

Lin Qiu: "Tomorrow afternoon after school, Training Room, I'll be waiting!"

Lu Ming: "I'll be there! Whoever doesn't show is a coward!"

The hostility between the two had reached a boiling point.

In the class group, the other students, instead of trying to stop them, were all getting excited one by one.

"Holy shit! A fight, a fight!"

"Is Brother Qiu going to teach someone a lesson? This is gonna be good!"

"Isn't Lu Ming too impulsive? His Blood Qi is only 8.5, how's he gonna fight Brother Qiu?"

"Who cares? Tomorrow afternoon, front row in the Training Room—snacks and drinks on sale!"

The crowd was buzzing, with people constantly stirring the pot.

This was perfectly normal in a martial arts class!

Besides, the Mentor even encouraged this kind of situation—after all, competition drives progress!

Broken arms, broken legs!

In this world, that was a common occurrence!

Jiang Hao had no idea that because of him, Lu Ming had already agreed to a fight with Lin Qiu!

Right now!

Jiang Hao looked at the [Nine Revolutions Stance Skill Mastery - Sixth Revolution (10/100)] before him, a deeply satisfied smile spreading across his face before he sank into a deep sleep.

He was truly exhausted today.

At the same time!

His heart was also surging with excitement!

The next day!

Rising early, after washing up, Jiang Hao arrived at Class 3-2.

But as he entered the classroom, Jiang Hao noticed that, in an instant, all the gazes in the room seemed to converge on him.

This made Jiang Hao frown slightly, but thinking back to his breakthrough in the Stance Skill to the Sixth Revolution yesterday, he figured this might be the reason.

So Jiang Hao paid it no further mind!

As for the Class Group matters, Jiang Hao generally didn't check the group unless someone @-ed him!