Chen Yan, you must hit me properly!

Chen Yan never expected that Teacher Wang, who had just spoken passionately, would actually help him through the back door.

Although he was grateful, he still felt a bit strange.

In the end, he followed Wang Yang to the principal's office to ask for leave. Zhang Yue looked at Chen Yan with a complicated expression but didn't say anything.

As he walked out of the office, he happened to run into the Dean of Students, Xia Tong. When Xia Dong saw Chen Yan, his eyes instantly fell silent, as if he had something to say but couldn't articulate it for a while.

Watching Chen Yan's retreating back, Xia Tong sighed and shook his head.

Chen Yan had completely entered his sight. Although Xia Tong regretted Chen Yan's experience, he also felt it was inevitable.

"If he had come to me earlier, he would only be stronger now. With strength, no one would have been able to strip him of his Town Martial Class Quota," Xia Tong muttered and walked into his office.

What was missed was missed.

He had been a teacher for so many years and had seen many students, including geniuses. He had initially felt regret for not discovering Chen Yan earlier.

But seeing Chen Yan stripped of his Town Martial Class Quota made him feel less regretful.

A while later, after Chen Yan had someone pass a message to Chen Yuxu that he wouldn't be going home, he and Wang Yang boarded the bus to Luoshan County.

"Teacher Wang, thank you for your help," Chen Yan said softly to Wang Yang in the empty bus, sitting in the back row.

Wang Yang chuckled and slowly shook his head:

"You might be asking why I'm helping you?"

Chen Yan didn't speak. Wang Yang continued:

"There's no reason. If I had to say one, the reason would sound childish to you. Even a middle schooler nowadays talks about human indifference, the darkness of humanity, and how only selfishness allows one to survive.

But..."

Wang Yang smiled:

"There are still some people who, even at thirty or forty, are still..."

Wang Yang stopped speaking. Some things felt incredibly childish even to him, but he didn't think they were wrong.

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The bus rumbled along for three hours before reaching the county town.

Luoshan County was clearly much more developed than Green Mountain Town, yet it retained an ancient charm.

The somewhat wide streets were filled with puddles of stagnant water, and on both sides of the street were many three or four-story buildings housing shops, restaurants, and libraries.

Chen Yan and Wang Yang arrived at the entrance of a school much grander than Qingshan High School.

Luoshan County Second High School.

Wang Yang said a couple of words to the security guard, then brought Chen Yan into the school. They walked down an avenue lined with trees and arrived in front of the administration building.

"This is it, let's go."

Wang Yang took a deep breath and walked into the building. He went to the office on the top floor with the sign "Vice Principal Office" and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A slightly aged male voice sounded.

Wang Yang brought Chen Yan inside.

"Wang Yang?" The white-haired old man sitting in the office chair frowned slightly upon seeing Wang Yang, then glanced at Chen Yan behind him.

"Chen Yan, this is Zhuang Xihang of Second High, Principal Zhuang. Principal Zhuang, this is Chen Yan, my student."

Wang Yang quickly introduced them. Chen Yan respectfully addressed the old man:

"Hello, Principal Zhuang."

Zhuang Xihang nodded and his expression towards Wang Yang turned slightly cold:

"You haven't been to the county in a while, have you?"

"It's been two years." Wang Yang smiled.

"The matter of the Town Martial Class?" Zhuang Xihang saw through their intention at a glance.

"Yes." Wang Yang smiled and placed a box of freshly bought fruit from the county in a corner: "Principal Zhuang, this student has actually already received the Town Martial Bonus, it's just..."

"The Chu Family?" Zhuang Xihang narrowed his eyes.

"Mm."

"Heh." Zhuang Xihang chuckled with some exasperation: "You don't come to the county for two years, and the first thing you do is bring me this trouble?"

Chen Yan's gaze shifted slightly. It seemed this Principal Zhuang didn't really want to oppose the Chu Family.

Wang Yang smiled faintly: "That's not what I meant. I heard you also guide the Town Martial Class, so I thought a teacher might be able to add an auditing spot."

Zhuang Xihang was slightly taken aback and looked at Chen Yan.

"Chen Yan, you go out for a bit. Principal Zhuang and I have a few things to discuss." Wang Yang winked at Chen Yan.

"Okay." Chen Yan nodded and walked out of the office. He felt a little uneasy. From their conversation, he could clearly tell that Zhuang Xihang had some complaints about Wang Yang.

"Whether Teacher Wang can help me or not, I will remember this kindness!" Chen Yan murmured. He naturally hoped Teacher Wang could help him successfully.

But if he failed, it would absolutely not be Wang Yang's fault.

At this moment, faint voices could be heard from the office. Chen Yan was startled; they seemed to be arguing.

"Qianqian is almost taking her College Entrance Exam, and you're not going to see her, but instead you're here for an outsider..."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't use connections? What are you doing now? I wore my mouth raw back then, Wang Yang, you're really something!"

"I should have kicked you away back then and told you not to bother my daughter!"

Chen Yan stood in the hallway, his expression becoming quite interesting. He could hear both Wang Yang and Zhuang Xihang deliberately suppressing their voices.

But ever since Chen Yan cultivated the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon, his senses had become much sharper, and he could hear them now.

So, it was a father-in-law and son-in-law relationship.

Chen Yan was dumbfounded. Teacher Wang actually had this connection.

After a while, the office door opened, and Wang Yang, with a slightly flushed face, waved at Chen Yan.

Seeing Chen Yan walk in, Zhuang Xihang said indifferently:

"Go to Room 3, Basement 1. There's someone named Zhang Tie there. Fight him, and if you win, come back."

Chen Yan was secretly delighted. He had heard their conversation just now and knew that he could enter the Town Martial Class as long as he defeated this person.

"Chen Yan, fight well!" Wang Yang patted Chen Yan's shoulder. Zhuang Xihang snorted coldly from the side.

"Okay, Teacher Wang!" Chen Yan said firmly and walked out of the office.

At the same time.

In Basement Room 3 of the office building, under the illumination of the lights, the room was very spacious. The surrounding walls were dark green, carved with sculptures of figures practicing martial arts. At the front stood a dark and smooth stone tablet, over two meters tall.

In the center of the room, a bald young man, sweating profusely and with his upper body bare, was standing in a horse stance, panting.

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Just then, a tall young man in a blue T-shirt walked in. The bare-chested young man immediately stood up, his face filled with envy and vigilance. He said defensively:

"Wu... Brother, you're here."

"Yeah, I had nothing else to do, so I came back to school for a bit." The young man named Wu Chuhua smiled.

"I was planning to go to the Body Tempering Room to train, and since Zhang Tie, you're here, let's have a match."

The bald male student named Zhang Tie's expression changed drastically. This Wu Chuhua was a martial arts fanatic, wanting to fight anyone he saw.

Crucially, he couldn't beat the other party. The other party was ranked in the top five in the entire school. One punch from him would knock him down, and he wouldn't even have a chance to resist.

"Brother Wu, I'm actually busy. My stomach hurts, I..." Zhang Tie said, quickly running towards another doorway.

"Hey, don't go! I haven't fought all afternoon. Brother Tie, you're my brother. I feel uncomfortable, hey!" Wu Chuhua shouted, but saw Zhang Tie had already run off.

"Alright, another one ran away." Seeing Zhang Tie leave, Wu Chuhua was full of disappointment.

Wu Chuhua stood with his hands behind his back inside the classroom, standing still for a long time, looking quite dejected:

"Looking around, no one dares to fight. It's so lonely. Those stronger than me, I can't beat them. What a pity, what a pity..."

He muttered, then turned around and saw a young man standing at the door, dressed simply, tall and slender, with a handsome face.

Chen Yan met Wu Chuhua's gaze and asked:

"Hello, are you Zhang Tie?"

"Hmm?" Wu Chuhua looked at Chen Yan, "What do you want Zhang Tie for?"

"Principal Zhuang told me to find Zhang Tie to fight."

Wu Chuhua's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on his lips. He beckoned, "Then come on."

Seeing Chen Yan not move, Wu Chuhua rolled up his sleeves and said:

"What are you standing there for? Didn't Old Zhuang tell you to fight me?"

Chen Yan understood. So this person was Zhang Tie.

Walking into the classroom, Chen Yan took a deep breath, looking at the person in front of him warily. Whether he could enter the Town Martial Class depended on this battle.

His gaze swept across the entire classroom. The martial artists punching depicted on the walls, within the Saint Breaking Realm, a majestic Gold Light flowed.

These sculptures were carved with exquisite detail, showing focus, determination, or ferocity.

Skill Energy!

So much Skill Energy!

Chen Yan's heart pounded. Just looking around the walls, his gaze involuntarily became greedy.

The amount of Gold Light he gained from comprehending the Origin Crystal and looking at the sculptures here was no less.

What exactly were these? Were they external body-refining techniques?

Such precious things were displayed openly in the classroom. This Zhang Tie could look at them for as long as he wanted. Was this the level of a county high school?

Soon, Chen Yan's gaze locked onto the wordless stone tablet standing at the front of the classroom, his eyes narrowing.

That stone tablet clearly had no pictures, but as he looked at it, the Gold Light within the Saint Breaking Realm was more abundant than ever before!

[Saint Breaking Realm: Level 2 (11/15)]

[Saint Breaking Fruit:
Strength: (3/100)
Blood: (97/100)
Skill: (83/100)]

The Saint Breaking Fruit for the [Skill] attribute, which was already close to ripening, immediately progressed from eighty-three to eighty-four.

Chen Yan struggled to shift his gaze to Wu Chuhua, a fighting spirit rising in his heart.

"Fight here?"

"Fight here. Even if you're a Third Order martial artist, you won't be able to break the sculptures and stone tablets here," Wu Chuhua said calmly.

Hiss...

A puff of hot air escaped his mouth. Chen Yan lowered his body, having now activated the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon.

The Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon was merely a breathing technique, not an external combat method. However, Chen Yan found that once he used the breathing technique, his muscles and internal organs would enter an extremely explosive state, and the power he exerted would be greater.

"You... haven't fought much, have you?" Wu Chuhua looked at Chen Yan with some disappointment. Using a breathing technique to fight would indeed increase the activity of one's bones, muscles, and skin.

But it was tiring.

The more you fought, the more tired you became. What would you do then?

"I haven't fought much," Chen Yan said quietly, his gaze becoming extremely serious.

"Then..." Wu Chuhua sighed lightly, his muscles instantly bulging. He threw a punch at Chen Yan:

"Let's end this with one punch!"

A low impact sound rang out, like two tons of iron colliding.

Wu Chuhua's fierce punch was caught in Chen Yan's hand.

Wu Chuhua's expression changed instantly. He had condensed a Strength Stripe. Even if he hadn't used his full strength, ordinary students would have been sent flying by his punch long ago.

Being able to block his punch meant that the opponent:

"You're also a body refiner, and you have a Strength Stripe!" Wu Chuhua's eyes flickered, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yan's expression remained unchanged. Rolling strength flowed through his waist and arms as he grabbed Wu Chuhua's right fist and swung him up. Wu Chuhua flew into the air, his eyes filled with intoxication.

Chen Yan slammed him down hard, Wu Chuhua's body crashing heavily onto the ground.

Another fierce slam.

Chen Yan raised him again, spat out a mouthful of white mist, and slammed him down again. This time, Wu Chuhua's feet landed on the ground, a manic smile appearing on his face:

"Interesting, interesting, hahaha!!!"

His body straightened, parallel to the ground, his eyes looking up at Chen Yan from below:

"What's your name!"

"Chen Yan." Chen Yan's expression sharpened. He kicked out with his right foot. Seeing how tough the opponent's body was, he held nothing back.

A kick from below slammed into Wu Chuhua's back. Chen Yan kicked Wu Chuhua flying, crashing hard into a corner. Wu Chuhua propped himself up with his arms and legs against the wall, clinging to it like a spider. Veins bulged on his neck, and he grinned:

"Chen Yan, you must beat me well!"

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