The Strongest Martialist in Three Thousand Years is Only Seventh Realm!

"What is the essence of an awakened profession?"

Chai Hongxi wrote a second word on the blackboard:

[Bloodline]

"Research has discovered that awakened professions are linked to bloodlines. Families capable of awakening S-rank professions mostly had high-level cultivators among their ancestors. The imprints of ancient legacies flow within their blood."

Whispers began to ripple through the audience.

Lin Yun leaned back in his chair, a smug smile curling the corners of his lips.

He came from a family of Thunder Method practitioners with a pure bloodline; this was something he had known since he was a child.

Su Muyun stared at Chai Hongxi on the podium.

She remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Chai Hongxi continued:

"However, there are exceptions. A very small number of people with ordinary bloodlines awaken high-level professions. Such individuals are known as 'Mutants,' one in ten thousand."

He paused:

"Then there is another type: those with ordinary bloodlines who awaken ordinary professions. For example... the Martialist."

As soon as these three words were spoken, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Then, someone laughed out loud.

The laughter spread like a contagion.

Some turned to look at the corner of the back row, their eyes filled with mockery, curiosity, and pity.

Ye Xiao kept his head down, staring at his own fists.

Chai Hongxi did not stop the laughter; he simply continued his lecture:

"The Martialist is the most unique of all professions. It does not rely on bloodlines, spiritual power, or any external force. It relies solely on... tempering the physical body."

He flipped open his lecture notes and read:

"According to the General History of Professions, the cultivation method of a Martialist is: throwing punches day after day, tempering sinews and bones day after day. There are no shortcuts, no medicinal pills, no sudden enlightenment. There is only... bitter endurance."

A ripple of light laughter broke out again.

"What is the upper limit of a Martialist?" Chai Hongxi closed his notes. "Historical records state that the strongest Martialist in history once reached... the Intent Gathering Realm. This is equivalent to the seventh realm of professional cultivation. At that time, he was the bodyguard of a transcendent."

The laughter ceased.

Someone asked, "The Intent Gathering Realm? Isn't that quite powerful?"

Chai Hongxi looked at him and said slowly:

"That was three thousand years ago. In the three thousand years since, no Martialist has ever reached the Intent Gathering Realm again. Because... the bloodline inheritance has vanished."

He looked toward the back row:

"For current Martialists, reaching the Gall-Condensing Realm is already the limit. The Gall-Condensing Realm belongs to the sixth realm of professions. As for you students sitting here, barring any accidents, a significant portion of you should reach the sixth realm after graduating from university."

Just then, Lin Yun laughed triumphantly: "Teacher, barring any accidents, I will be able to reach the sixth realm before my junior year!"

"But the Martialist path for some people is different."

"They might not even reach the second realm before university ends!"

A roar of laughter erupted throughout the classroom.

This laughter.

Everyone knew who they were mocking.

The crowd subconsciously turned their heads to look.

They looked at Ye Xiao, who was sitting in the last row.

At this moment, Lin Yun triumphantly revealed an even greater secret!

"Teacher, you just mentioned that seventh-realm Martialist, but you missed one secret!"

Chai Hongxi asked, "What secret?"

Lin Yun's lips curled upward in triumph!

"Back then, that seventh-realm Martialist was actually the bodyguard of my Lin family's ancestor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room was in an uproar.

The students were all astonished.

"I never expected Lin Yun's family background to be so affluent, with such powerful ancestors. No wonder he was able to awaken an SS-rank profession."

"Things are getting interesting. The strongest Martialist in three thousand years was nothing more than a bodyguard for the Lin family."

"Now, a new Martialist has popped up in our class. There's a feeling of destiny in the air, don't you think?"

"How long do you reckon it'll take for Ye Xiao to become Lin Yun's bodyguard?"

"..."

The lively commotion on the field stood in stark contrast to Ye Xiao's icy silence.

Fatty Wang, standing to the side, offered some comfort.

"Ye Xiao, don't listen to those people spouting nonsense."

Meanwhile, Su Muyun, who was sitting in the front row, did something rare.

At that moment, she turned her head specifically to glance at Ye Xiao.

You have to understand.

Before this.

She hadn't taken the initiative to look at anyone.

Not even Lin Yun.

This action.

Did not escape the eyes of many.

Lin Yun saw it too.

A look of displeasure immediately surfaced on his face.

After all, she was the girl he had his eyes on.

Now, her attention had been drawn away by Ye Xiao.

It left him feeling a sense of jealousy.

Even though Su Muyun hadn't even given him a proper look.

Chai Hongxi, standing at the podium, spoke up.

"Alright, students, settle down!"

"I'm sure you won't fully grasp the concepts if we only talk theory, so I'm going to start asking questions now."

Chai Hongxi's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on the corner of the back row:

"Ye Xiao."

The room went silent.

Ye Xiao lifted his head.

His respect for his teacher compelled him to stand up to address Chai Hongxi's question.

"You are the only Martialist this year, correct?"

Ye Xiao nodded.

"Then let me ask you a question." Chai Hongxi pushed up his glasses. "The cultivation method of a Martialist is to throw punches day after day. But the act of punching itself does not generate spiritual power. So, in your opinion, what is the greatest disadvantage of a Martialist compared to other professions?"

This question seemed objective, but it was actually a trap.

Ye Xiao was silent for two seconds.

Then he said:

"There are no disadvantages."

The whole room froze, followed by an uproar.

Chai Hongxi was also stunned: "What did you say?"

He had assumed Ye Xiao was answering out of emotion.

Chai Hongxi added:

"Ye Xiao, I am not targeting you; I simply wish to hear your true thoughts."

Ye Xiao repeated himself:

"No disadvantages!"

As soon as the words fell, someone stood up.

Lin Yun.

He turned around, looking at Ye Xiao in the back row with a brilliant smile:

"No disadvantages? Then let me ask you, how far can you punch? Ten meters? Twenty meters? With my Thunder Method, I can blast you to pieces from a hundred meters away. How are you going to fight that?"

Lin Yun looked at him, saying nothing.

Another voice rang out; it was a girl from the Genius Class:

"A Martialist's cultivation requires tempering the physical body, but tempering the body takes time. If you throw ten thousand punches a day while others consume a medicinal pill, what do you have to compare with?"

Someone else chimed in:

"Martialists have no spells, no magical treasures, and no contracted beasts. Fighting a Demonic Beast with bare hands? Isn't that just throwing your life away?"

Lin Yun laughed even more happily:

"Most importantly, Martialists have no future. The strongest Martialist in history only reached the Seventh Realm."

"Whereas in our Thunder Method, those who can cultivate to the Twelfth or Thirteenth Realm are everywhere, and some even higher! Those with long lifespans can reach a thousand years. You, a tiny Martialist, what do you have to compare with?"

He paused, enunciating every word:

"That is why, Mar! tial! ists! are! a! trash! class!!!"

"And you, Ye Xiao, are! also! trash!!!"