This Wave of Advantage is Mine!

"The Tiger Leopard Fist is a public martial art for everyone! It doesn't even count as a sub-par martial technique!"

Zhang Tian slammed his palm onto the solid wood dining table.

He held up two fingers, thrusting them directly in front of Zhang Yining's nose.

"To get bonus points for the college entrance exam, it has to be at least a primary martial technique!"

"Mastering a primary martial technique to the proficient level adds 30 points!"

"Mastering a primary martial technique to the pinnacle level adds 60 points!"

Zhang Tian looked at Zhang Yining, completely defeated.

He had finally met a legendary oddball today.

He could now officially claim to be the cousin of a god.

"If you practice radio calisthenics to the peak of perfection, do you think the college entrance exam will give you bonus points?"

Zhang Tian added, picking up his teacup to take a sip.

Zhang Yining froze in place.

His hand, still holding his chopsticks, hung suspended in mid-air.

"???"

"What! There's such a rule!"

"No! Is a heaven-sent prodigy like me going to fall at the hurdle of the college entrance exam!"

Zhang Yining slumped over the table, unwilling to face reality; he didn't even have an appetite for his meal anymore.

He had been waking up at five every morning, braving the cold winds of Haicheng to practice his punches in the courtyard.

Rain or shine, he had been at it for two and a half years!

The calluses on his hands had peeled away layer after layer, all in the hopes that this "Perfect Tiger Leopard Fist" would let him shine brilliantly during the college entrance exam.

And now, he was being told that this thing couldn't even touch the threshold for bonus points.

Gu Yuan swallowed the piece of beast meat in his mouth and set down his chopsticks.

"Don't overthink it. I haven't really practiced any martial techniques myself, so aren't you actually doing better than me?" Gu Yuan leaned forward to console him.

"The most practiced martial technique I have is just a primary movement technique, and I've only just reached the entry level."

Gu Yuan had mainly focused on cultivating his blood energy in the past and rarely delved into martial techniques, so his proficiency in them wasn't very high.

When Zhang Yining heard this, he jerked his head up.

He grabbed Gu Yuan by the wrist.

"Oh! Is that so!"

He backhanded his chopsticks and swiftly fished out the rolling slices of beef from the pot.

"Well, that puts my mind at ease. At least I have one first-tier martial technique at the proficient level."

As long as his good brother was at the bottom, he could use the sky falling as a blanket.

This advantage was definitely in his favor!

"Wait, no? Yining, I'm not trying to bring you down, but look at Gu Yuan's performance on the arena stage today."

"With his current blood energy and combat awareness, he could get into a top-tier Martial University even with his eyes closed!"

Zhang Tian, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but interject when he saw Zhang Yining actually feeling relieved.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but once he did, Zhang Yining's mentality completely collapsed.

A person is unable to speak when they are in extreme sorrow, just like Zhang Yining right now.

He stared blankly at the food on the table, not saying a word.

"Alright, don't be sad."

Zhang Tian reached out and patted Zhang Yining on the back.

"Besides, with your current strength, there's still a certain probability of getting into the Martial Arts Academy of a Martial University even without the bonus points."

Zhang Yining turned his head mechanically to look at Zhang Tian.

"Cousin, just how small is this 'certain probability'!"

Zhang Tian rubbed his chin, pondering seriously for a few seconds.

"Last year, only twelve people from Haicheng No. 1 High School managed to get into the Martial Arts Academy of a Martial University."

"Ahem, your cousin here was one of them." Zhang Tian adjusted his hair as he spoke.

There were thousands of students in the senior year at Haicheng No. 1 High School, and only twelve made it.

The odds were lower than winning the lottery.

"I was originally counting on the martial technique bonus points to secure my spot in one go, but now, I can only leave it to fate."

Zhang Yining looked down at the bubbling hot pot, his entire being radiating a sense of decadence.

But just a few minutes later, Zhang Yining suddenly grabbed a slotted spoon and scooped all the meat from the pot into his own bowl.

"Whatever!"

He stuffed the meat into his mouth in large mouthfuls, swallowing it without even chewing.

"Cousin, you were right. I'm going to study to become a Spirit Chef over these next few months!"

"I feel like I actually have quite a talent for cooking!"

Zhang Tian and Gu Yuan exchanged a glance.

This kid's ability to self-repair was even more formidable than the fierce beasts in the wilderness.

He had truly mastered the art of turning grief and indignation into appetite.

Half an hour later, at the Destiny Bureau building.

Gu Yuan sat alone on the sofa in the Third Team's area.

He hadn't finished farming the [Inspiration] entry yet.

Leaning back against the sofa, he quietly activated the [Eye of Meridians] to observe Sun Miaomiao's aura.

The numbers on the system panel began to jump.

[Inspiration] (Purple)

[Acquisition Condition: Use [Eye of Meridians] to observe the holder circulating spiritual power 10 times.]

[Current Progress: 3/10.]

[Observation complete! Spiritual power has received a slight nourishment and boost.]

Gu Yuan felt a wave of coolness emanate from deep within his brain.

He stood up and stretched.

"Time to clock out and go home!"

Gu Yuan turned and walked toward the main entrance of the Destiny Bureau.

"Gu Yuan, come here for a moment."

The office door suddenly opened.

Shen Tingxue was standing in the doorway.

Gu Yuan had no choice but to stop in his tracks, turn around, and walk quickly toward the office.

Upon entering the office, Shen Tingxue pointed to the desk.

Two items were laid out on the table.

A bound paper contract and a blue-covered thread-bound book.

"Your security guard contract."

Shen Tingxue pulled out a chair and sat down.

"You can start work tomorrow. Go and hone your most resilient martial will."

She returned the nonsense Gu Yuan had spouted in the car yesterday back to him, word for word.

Gu Yuan picked up the pen on the table and, without even glancing at the contents of the contract, flipped directly to the last page.

With a quick flourish, he signed his name.

Finally, he could legitimately go and farm the gatekeeper's entries.

As long as he could strike up a rapport with the old gatekeeper, those entries wouldn't be able to escape him.

Shen Tingxue took the contract, glanced over it, and casually tossed it into a drawer.

Then, she threw the blue-covered thread-bound book into Gu Yuan's arms.

"Take it."

Gu Yuan caught the book and looked down.

Three large characters were written on the cover: Overlapping Wave Fist.

"This is?"

"An intermediate martial skill, Overlapping Wave Fist."

Shen Tingxue leaned back in her chair.

"Practice it well."

Gu Yuan flipped to the first page.

Intermediate martial skills started at a million Great Xia Currency each on the open market.

His cousin was being surprisingly generous this time.

"I heard that this year's college entrance exam will involve a live combat assessment inside the Beast Realm."

Shen Tingxue crossed her hands on the desk and dropped a bombshell.

Gu Yuan's hand, which was flipping through the book, froze abruptly.

He looked up.

"What! Sending high school examinees into the Beast Realm!?"