A martial arts hall was basically the equivalent of a tutoring center in Xia Ping's previous life.
Since the College Entrance Exam included martial arts, and every parent wanted their child to do well in school, what they learned in class alone wasn't nearly enough. So they sent them to martial arts halls for further training.
As a result, the martial arts halls drew top students from schools all over Tianshui City. There were even rumors that anyone who hadn't trained at one had little chance of getting into a top university.
Of course, just as tutoring centers varied in quality, martial arts halls differed in reputation. The more famous a hall was, the more students it attracted, and the stronger those students tended to be.
And Wuwei Martial Hall was undoubtedly one of the city's most famous. It had trained countless martial arts experts, and even someone like Zhou Tai'an had been drawn to it.
Looks like I should try out Wuwei Martial Hall today. There should be plenty of experts there—a perfect place to train. Xia Ping's eyes flickered as he made up his mind.
Time flew by, and before long, school let out for the afternoon. Wuwei Martial Hall wasn't far from Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School, only about three or four bus stops away.
Xia Ping boarded an automated, self-driving electric bus and arrived at Wuwei Martial Hall a few minutes later.
"So this is Wuwei Martial Hall?"
After getting off the bus, Xia Ping walked up to the entrance. A huge building stood before him, its square shape and simple, dignified style reminiscent of a traditional courtyard house.
Two stone lions, each as tall as a man, stood by the entrance. Above them hung a plaque bearing the words "Wuwei Martial Hall" in