Weakest Profession? Martialist? System: Heart of Extreme Martial Awakens!

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Brain storage area! Beep beep beep!

Jiang City Martial Arts University.

Awakening Test Hall.

Eight hundred freshmen will undergo their class awakening here, determining their placement for the next four years of university!

Will they enter the elite class to compete in the national league, or settle for a regular class to scrape by with a diploma?

Everything depends on today!

Number 37, Lin Yun.

He pressed his palm against the tester, and lightning erupted as the holographic screen popped up: [Thunder Law Prodigy-rank].

The entire hall erupted, and the Dean stood up to applaud in person!

Without a doubt, the top freshman of this year was Lin Yun!

Number 88, Su Muyun: Sword shadows crisscrossed on the tester, popping up: [Azure Phoenix Sword Radiance-rank].

The boys screamed wildly; a freshman goddess was born!

Number 541, Wang Hou: The tester lit up with a faint glow, popping up: [Qi Refiner-rank].

He let out a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't the worst.

Finally, it was...

Number 800, Ye Xiao.

As he walked onto the stage, whispers began to ripple through the crowd:

"Is that him? The special admission student? I heard he didn't even meet our school's martial arts entrance exam cutoff, falling short by a full 200 points!"

"I heard he's an orphan raised by a Demon-Hunting Warrior. That Demon-Hunting Warrior sacrificed himself, and the academy took pity on him, giving him a special admission spot."

"Pity? The Martial Arts Academy needs combat power; what's the use of pity? Just wait and see, he's definitely a waste."

Ye Xiao pressed his hand against the tester.

The cold touch of metal.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The tester showed no reaction.

People in the audience began to laugh.

Five seconds.

Six seconds.

Seven seconds.

Finally, the holographic screen flickered and arduously displayed two words—

[Martialist-rank]

The entire hall went silent for a second.

Then, it erupted into thunderous laughter.

"Martialist? Damn, it's the year 3026 and someone still awakens this trash?"

"They say that only those with zero talent are pitied by the heavens, automatically assigned the Martialist class."

"Wasn't he admitted through special recruitment? How did he awaken such a garbage class?"

"Heh, special recruitment? It's just a backdoor deal, plain and simple. How much money did his dad donate to the school?"

Ye Xiao didn't speak.

He simply looked at his own fist.

Seven days since he transmigrated, the memories of his predecessor told him:

That "backdoor" father was the foster father who saved him from a pile of Demonic Beast, but couldn't make it out himself.

Ye Xiao stood on the testing platform, staring at the two words on the holographic screen.

The sounds of doubt and mockery filled his ears.

The Dean frowned and whispered to the Dean of Students beside him: "Admitted through special recruitment? This... is a bit difficult to handle. An E-rank talent student, the worst talent in the history of our Jiang University. I'm afraid public opinion outside will cause trouble..."

The Dean of Students wiped his sweat: "His foster father sacrificed himself to save others; the city even issued a report on it. It wouldn't look good if we didn't admit him. Besides, his foster father was a Demon-Hunting Warrior..."

Lin Yun leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he smiled at the person beside him, "An E-rank Martialist? I heard the pinnacle of this profession is serving as a sparring punching bag for people like us. How convenient, I'm in need of a human target."

Su Muyun glanced at Ye Xiao, her gaze calm, devoid of both mockery and sympathy, before she simply looked away.

Wang Hou let out a sigh of relief, patting his chest, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, I'm not at the very bottom."

Ye Xiao stared at those two words as fragments of his predecessor's memories flashed through his mind:

Demons ran rampant, demonic energy soaring to the heavens!

A man clad in War Demon Armor threw him out of a swarm of Demonic Beast.

The man roared, "Xiao'er, live! No matter what others say, live, and live like a real human being!"

"Don't think about taking revenge for me! You must be well! Live well!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Then, countless Demonic Beast engulfed the man.

Ye Xiao snapped back to reality, finding his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists.

Blue veins bulged, as if they might burst at any moment!

[Ding!]

[Extreme obsession detected...]

[Pure martial will detected...]

[Heart of Extreme Martial, awakened!]

[Condition: Every punch is cultivation! Each punch increases your realm by one level!]

[Warning: This system cannot be disabled, unless... you no longer believe in your own fists.]

A system screen materialized before Ye Xiao's eyes.

[Host: Ye Xiao]
[Profession: Martialist (Sole Successor of the Extreme Path)]
[Realm: Mud Embryo Realm · Level 1]
[Fist Power Boost: 0%]
[Technique: Extreme Martial Fist Sutra]
[Passive: None]
[Skills: None]
[Status: None]
[Martial Value: 0]
[Level-up Intensity: 30%]
[Requirement for next major breakthrough: Complete one Law-Breaking Fist! (Incomplete)]

The test concluded.

The class assignments were released!

"Lin Yun! SS-rank awakened profession, assigned to Genius Class 1!"

Under the envious gazes of countless people, Lin Yun held his head high and chest out as he walked toward the stage to receive the special badge symbolizing his student status and class!

"Su Muyun! S-rank awakened profession, assigned to Genius Class 1!"

The stunningly beautiful Su Muyun had already become the dream goddess of countless male students.

"Wang Hou! C-rank awakened profession, assigned to Ordinary Class 9!"

The honest, chubby Wang Hou felt a sudden wave of relief in his heart.

"I heard there is 1 Genius Class, 3 Elite Class 3, and 12 ordinary classes; it's a good thing I wasn't assigned to the last ordinary class."

The final moment arrived.

Everyone was curious: what class would Ye Xiao be assigned to?

"Ye Xiao, Martialist E-rank, assigned to... uh..." The staff member looked at the screen, looking up with some difficulty, "Assigned to Elite Class 3?"

The entire venue erupted in an uproar once again.

Elite Class 3, while not comparable to Lin Yun's Genius Class 1, was still a gathering place for top students.

On what grounds did an E-rank Martialist deserve this?

Lin Yun stood up directly, "Teacher, I protest. Although I am not in an Elite Class, I must say a fair word!"

"Letting a piece of trash into an Elite Class is the greatest injustice to the other students in the Elite Class!"

The students of the Elite Class immediately chimed in, "Exactly! Isn't this just a waste of resources?"

"Unfair! Teacher, this is extremely unfair!"

"We don't want to be in the same class as a piece of trash!"

The students already confirmed for Elite Class 3 generally possessed Grade A talent.

Now, someone with the worst Grade E talent had been mixed in.

It felt like an insult and a stain upon them.

Ye Xiao, standing on the platform, still did not speak.

He merely looked at Lin Yun, his gaze terrifyingly calm.

The memories of his predecessor told him:

These two had a deep-seated feud!

The dean tapped the table: "Quiet! This is a decision made by the academy. Ye Xiao's foster father was a martyr, and he is entitled to preferential policies. He will study in Elite Class 3, but he will not occupy any of your class's cultivation resources."

"That is all!"

Lin Yun sneered and sat back in his chair, looking at Ye Xiao as if he were a stray dog.

But right at this moment.

In front of all the teachers and students, Ye Xiao spoke.

He coldly spat out: "I, Ye Xiao, disdain entering the Elite Class!"

"I do not need anyone's pity. I can rely on my own two fists to make you beg me to enter the Genius Class!"

The entire venue was shocked, and the crowd erupted in an uproar.

"Hahaha, hilarious! A failing student with Grade E talent is actually putting on an act!"

"Who can't talk big? Acting tough now, only to get slapped in the face later."

"He's not even qualified for the Elite Class, yet he's delusional enough to dream of the Genius Class?"

"Begging him to enter the Genius Class? I bet he'll be forced to drop out from Ordinary Class 9 in less than a month!"

"..."

The dean and others looked at Ye Xiao's spirited display, all showing expressions of admiration.

"Worthy of being that man's foster son! His speech and backbone are exactly the same as his!"

At Ye Xiao's request.

He refused the handout, did not go to the Elite Class, and ultimately headed to Ordinary Class 9.

There was no difference between the lower-ranked ordinary classes; everyone was much the same.

Thus, the discussions about Ye Xiao gradually faded away.

The crowd dispersed.

Ye Xiao walked out of the testing hall alone.

Outside was the campus of Jiang City Martial Arts University.

Modern teaching buildings, floating training arenas, and in the distance, the city's tallest Martial Arts Tower.

He stood at the entrance, watching the new students coming and going, in twos and threes, laughing and talking.

No one looked at him.

No one paid him any mind.

Everyone looked down on this failing student with Grade E talent who had been admitted through a special quota.

A voice came from behind him:

"Ye Xiao, is it?"

Ye Xiao turned around.

It was a young man in a white shirt, wearing glasses, looking quite refined.

"I am the homeroom teacher of Ordinary Class 9, surnamed Zhou. I know about your situation."

He paused.

"I know this is cruel to you, but rules are rules. The cultivation resources for any class in the school are distributed according to ranking."

"Your current awakening level... might not get you any cultivation resources."

Ye Xiao: "And so?"

Teacher Zhou was silent for a moment: "So, if you are under a lot of pressure, I can help you find a part-time job in the cafeteria. You can earn money to buy some cultivation resources yourself. Also, here is a campus card with some money on it; use it for now, and spend it sparingly."

Ye Xiao's tone softened, and he calmly pushed away Teacher Zhou's hand.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

"My father taught me from a young age to strive with my own hands and be self-reliant."

After saying this.

Ye Xiao turned to leave.

Teacher Zhou was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something, but ultimately just sighed.

"Fine then. Your dormitory is in Building 7, Room 302 of the East District. Classes start officially tomorrow; don't be late."