That evening, after returning to the dormitory, Lu Hao began using Slaughter Points to temper his ribs.
After one night, Lu Hao had tempered another two ribs. Tempering ribs consumed a great deal of mental power; even with Lu Hao's inexhaustible vitality, it was only enough to support the tempering of two.
To continue tempering them, he would need to restore his mental power. Lu Hao was unwilling to spend Slaughter Points on restoring mental power.
The next day, September 2nd.
Lu Hao walked out of his room, preparing to attend the day's academy assignment. Just then, he saw Fu Changding and Fang Ping come out as well.
Fu Changding held a long spear in his hand, while Fang Ping and Lu Hao were empty-handed.
"You two aren't bringing weapons?"
"I don't need one."
"I haven't learned how to use cold weapons yet. I might as well fight with leg techniques," Fang Ping said helplessly.
"It's still better to bring a weapon. After all, we have to challenge everyone. We'll be at too much of a disadvantage without weapons."
"We'll see when we get there. Maybe the instructors won't even allow weapons inside."
The three slowly headed toward the square in front of the Practical Training Building.
Quite a few freshmen had already gathered there. Many had lost credits for being late yesterday, so they had arrived especially early today. None of them wanted to lose more credits.
Some of these freshmen, like Fu Changding, carried weapons, but most were empty-handed. After all, high school placed the greatest emphasis on vitality. Hardly anyone had learned combat techniques or cold weapons.
Some of the ordinary students looked around blankly. They had no idea how the academy assignments worked and had assumed teachers would assign them normally. Seeing everyone else itching