Seeing this, Jiang Keke stuck out her tongue, made a face at Jiang Hao, then went back to the living room to keep watching TV!
Watching Jiang Keke's retreating figure, Jiang Hao slowly clenched both fists!
Eight revolutions.
In a few days, she'd reach the ninth revolution and complete the cycle.
The talent of a Star-grade Martial Bone was on full display.
This was the seemingly impassable chasm between geniuses and ordinary people.
If this had happened before!
Jiang Hao would definitely have been crushed by it!
But things were different now!
His heart didn't stir in the slightest, and he felt no jealousy or discouragement.
Because he could do it too!
As long as he kept working hard, the eighth and ninth revolutions would come sooner or later!
And what's more!
He might even be faster than those geniuses!
Jiang Hao paid no more attention to Jiang Keke as she went back to her room. Instead, he slowly lowered himself again and resumed the stance for the Nine Revolutions Stance Skill.
Since hard work could make up for a lack of talent,
then he'd use a hundred, a thousand times more sweat to fill that chasm!
Beneath the night sky,
the young man's figure, drenched in sweat, looked exceptionally resolute.
While Jiang Hao trained with single-minded focus, pushing himself relentlessly,
the online chat group for Class 3-2 at Dragon Star Eighth Great Martial High School was abuzz because of him.
"Holy crap! Jiang Hao's Stance Training broke through to mastery! Unbelievable!"
"The way his Blood Qi flowed like water back then—he was definitely at mastery. I'm so jealous!"
"Jiang Hao has a Dust-grade Martial Bone, and he still managed to train his Stance Training to mastery! That's so inspiring!"
"Inspiring my ass. Think of how much sweat he must've poured in! I'm still at the fifth revolution, and comparing myself to others is enough to drive me crazy!"
"Either way, mastering Stance Training greatly boosts Blood Qi tempering efficiency. Now Jiang Hao really has a shot at getting into an ordinary Martial Arts University!"
"Exactly. This is definitely the biggest news in our class today!"
Message after message flashed by.
Most of the students in the group were marveling at Jiang Hao's breakthrough.
Some were envious, some admired him, and others were deeply encouraged by it.
However,
in the living room of a rather luxurious detached villa somewhere in Rongguang City,
a young man in designer casual clothes was lounging on a soft leather sofa.
He watched the virtual screen projected by his Personal Terminal. It showed the chat group for Class 3-2.
The boy's name was Lin Qiu!
He was also a student in Class 3-2.
At that moment, however, Lin Qiu's face wore an expression of irritation and displeasure, completely at odds with the mood in the chat.
As he watched the messages scroll by, every single one centered on "Jiang Hao,"
Lin Qiu's brow furrowed tightly.
In his eyes,
the center of this chat group ought to be a gifted genius like himself, someone about to enter the Key Class.
His classmates should be discussing whose Martial Skill was more refined, and whose Blood Qi was about to break through.
Not some ordinary kid with a Dust-grade Martial Bone!
So what if this ordinary kid had gotten lucky and trained his Stance Training to mastery?
The Martial Dao Path!
Talent would always be the ultimate trump card!
The limits of a Dust-grade Martial Bone
had been set in stone long ago!
The class group really had been like that before.
The conversation had always centered on him and the other students with top-ranking Blood Qi Intensity.
But today, everything had changed.
Someone he wouldn't normally spare a glance had stolen all the attention. Lin Qiu, who was used to basking in everyone's attention, was filled with contempt and fury.
Finally unable to stand it any longer,
Lin Qiu snorted and rapidly tapped away on the virtual keyboard with his long fingers.
Lin Qiu: "Hmph. So he mastered Stance Training. What's the big deal?"
Lin Qiu: "A kid with a Dust-grade Martial Bone just got lucky. Is he really worth all this praise?"
As soon as the message appeared,
the previously lively chat fell silent for a moment.
Everyone saw Lin Qiu's message.
The undisguised disdain and bitterness between the lines practically leaped off the screen.
Someone quickly tried to smooth things over, too.
"Brother Qiu's right. Brother Qiu's awesome!"
"Exactly. Compared to Brother Qiu, mastering Stance Training really isn't much."
But not everyone chose to agree.
Lu Ming had long been fed up with Lin Qiu's arrogance.
Now that Lin Qiu had openly mocked Jiang Hao, he immediately fired back.
Lu Ming: "Lin Qiu, what's your problem? Jiang Hao worked hard and broke through on his own. Did he eat your rice?"
Lu Ming: "If you're so capable, why don't you get lucky and show me how you train your Stance Training to mastery?"
When Lin Qiu saw that Lu Ming dared to openly contradict him, his gaze instantly turned cold.
Lin Qiu: "Lu Ming, who do you think you are? You think you have a say here?"
Lin Qiu: "I'm just telling the truth. A loser's still a loser, no matter how hard he tries."
Lu Ming trembled with anger.
Lu Ming: "Now I see what this is about. You're just jealous! Jealous that someone else works harder than you!"
Lu Ming: "Your Blood Qi Intensity is almost 9.0, isn't it? Aren't you so amazing? Then why haven't you mastered Stance Training?"
Those words were like a perfectly aimed arrow, striking Lin Qiu right where it hurt.
It was true. His Blood Qi Intensity was as high as 8.8, placing him among the top students in the class.
But the Nine Revolutions Stance Skill he was training in was still stuck at the bottleneck of the fifth revolution, with no breakthrough in sight!
That was what frustrated him the most.
Now Lu Ming had exposed his sore spot in front of the whole class, and Lin Qiu's anger burst into flames.
Lin Qiu: "Lu Ming, are you fucking asking to die?"
Lu Ming didn't back down and immediately retorted.
Lu Ming: "Who's scared of who?"
Lin Qiu laughed in fury.
Lin Qiu: "Good. Very good!"
Lin Qiu: "You asked for this!"
Lin Qiu: "Tomorrow after school, Training Room. I'll be waiting!"
Lu Ming: "Fine by me! Whoever doesn't show is a grandson!"
The hostility between the two had reached a fever pitch.
Seeing this, the other students in the class group didn't try to stop them. Instead, they all got excited.
"Holy crap! They're gonna fight! They're gonna fight!"
"Is Brother Qiu going to teach someone a lesson? This'll be good!"
"Lu Ming's way too impulsive. His Blood Qi Intensity is only 8.5. How's he supposed to fight Brother Qiu?"
"Who cares? Tomorrow afternoon, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and mineral water for sale in the front row of the Training Room!"
The whole group was worked up, with one person after another egging them on.
This was perfectly normal in a Martial Arts Class!
Besides, the instructor encouraged this sort of thing. After all, competition was how people improved!
Broken arms, broken legs!
In this world, that sort of thing happened all the time!
Jiang Hao had no idea that Lu Ming had challenged Lin Qiu to a fight because of him!
At that moment,
Jiang Hao looked at the display before him—[Nine Revolutions Stance Skill Mastery - Sixth Revolution (10/100)]—and smiled with deep satisfaction before falling fast asleep!
He was truly exhausted today.
At the same time,
his heart was still pounding with excitement!
The next day!
After getting up early and washing up, Jiang Hao made his way to Class 3-2.
But the moment he entered the classroom, he sensed that everyone's gaze had suddenly gathered on him.
Jiang Hao frowned slightly. Then he remembered that he'd just broken through to the sixth revolution of Stance Training the day before, and figured that was probably the reason.
After that, he paid it no more attention!
As for the class group, Jiang Hao usually didn't check it unless someone tagged him!
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