As Long As You Can Still Punch, There's Still a Way Forward!

"Ahem."

Chai Hongxi interrupted the scene and said, "This class is not over yet."

"Everyone, return to your seats. I will continue the lecture."

Afterward.

Chai Hongxi cast a meaningful glance at Ye Xiao.

He knew that this youth possessed a backbone of steel and a temper to match.

"Ye Xiao, you should return to your seat and listen as well."

"I believe the content of my lecture should still be of some help to you."

"What do you think?"

After Chai Hongxi said this.

Ye Xiao nodded and returned to his seat.

Watching Ye Xiao display such flexibility, Chai Hongxi could not help but hold the youth in higher regard.

After all.

Students of this age were generally hot-blooded; once their tempers flared, it was difficult for them to back down.

Just moments ago, Ye Xiao had been targeted from all sides within the classroom.

Ye Xiao's temper had flared, and he had been prepared to walk out.

Had it not been for Su Muyun stepping in to say a few words.

Ye Xiao would have already left.

The class slowly returned to normal after the farce.

Chai Hongxi continued his lecture.

It had to be said.

Chai Hongxi's teaching was immensely beneficial to Ye Xiao.

As a transmigrator.

Although he possessed the memories of the original host.

Under Chai Hongxi's instruction.

Ye Xiao gained a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the world he now inhabited.

To summarize in one sentence:

"This is a world where awakening determines destiny, and bloodline determines class!"

Beyond the issues presented on the surface of this world.

There were also crises from the outside.

Demonic Beasts!

Across all nations and every corner of the globe, there existed places known as [Demonic Beast Dungeon Entrance].

These locations were either sealed off and guarded by powerful individuals or armies.

However, some places remained partially open.

The purpose was to allow professionals to enter, improve their strength through combat with Demonic Beasts, and hone their fighting skills.

Beyond that.

There was much more to this world that even the original host's memories did not contain.

Under Chai Hongxi's explanation, it was like a scroll slowly unfurling before Ye Xiao.

He looked forward to witnessing those things for himself in the future.

The class lasted for an hour.

Yet, to all the students, it felt as though it had ended in a flash.

Everyone remained immersed in Chai Hongxi's lecture.

Including Ye Xiao.

He also felt a sense of wanting more.

As the bell rang to signal the end of class.

Chai Hongxi said, "Students, the first class ends here."

"I look forward to meeting you all here again next week."

"If any students have questions, you may also come find me at the office building."

"I am in office 302 on the third floor."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Because after this lecture ended.

The 800 freshmen would also be heading to their next class.

Which meant heading to the exclusive classrooms for their respective classes.

Everyone noticed.

When Lin Yun left the classroom, his face was ashen to the extreme, and he did not spare Su Muyun a single glance.

However, he left several fierce glares fixed upon Ye Xiao.

"Ye Xiao, we need to hurry to our next class."

"It's the separate classroom for our Ordinary Class 9."

Ye Xiao nodded, packed his bag, and prepared to leave with Fatty Wang.

At the classroom entrance.

Ye Xiao exited through the back door, while Su Muyun walked out from the front.

The two happened to meet face-to-face.

Their gazes locked.

Ye Xiao stopped in his tracks.

Fatty Wang, standing to the side, was just about to ask why Ye Xiao had stopped.

When he saw that it was Su Muyun, hailed as the most beautiful school flower of the freshman year.

Fatty Wang very tactfully stepped away from Ye Xiao and stood to the side.

As for the other students in the hallway.

After recognizing these two people.

They also bypassed the pair with strange expressions on their faces.

Ye Xiao held the Law-Breaking Fist that Su Muyun had given him.

He asked with a smile.

"Why do you have this?"

Su Muyun looked at Ye Xiao calmly.

Then she pointed to the book in his hand.

"My grandfather said that the path of the Martialist is not impassable; it is simply too bitter, and no one is willing to walk it."

Ye Xiao was stunned, not quite understanding what Su Muyun was trying to express.

Following that.

Su Muyun continued.

"My grandfather also said that if one day I met someone willing to walk this path, I should give this book to him."

Ye Xiao looked at her.

The sunlight fell upon her profile, outlining a soft silhouette.

Ye Xiao asked with a smile.

"Why?"

She thought for a moment and said:

"Because... some paths need someone to walk them."

She paused, then suddenly smiled:

"Although I don't know why either, what my grandfather says is likely correct."

Ye Xiao was silent for a moment.

It seemed that Su Muyun's grandfather must be a very formidable figure.

Then, Ye Xiao put the book into his bag.

He looked at her and said.

"Thank you."

Su Muyun shook her head:

"Don't thank me; if you want to thank someone, thank yourself."

She walked past Ye Xiao's left side, preparing to head toward the classroom for Talent Class 1.

But after two steps, she stopped again.

She turned back.

"Right."

"Hm?"

"You said earlier that Martialists have no disadvantages. I'm very curious, what is your reasoning?"

Ye Xiao thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he said:

"It's simple."

"Hm?"

"You high-rated professionals rely on talent, resources, and heritage to cultivate. But a Martialist relies only on himself."

Ye Xiao looked at his own fist, his eyes filled with immense confidence.

"But I believe that since these fists are my own, no one can take them away!"

"You might lack talent, resources, or luck, but none of that matters."

"As long as I can still throw a punch, there is still a path to walk."

Su Muyun looked at him, and something flickered in her eyes.

Her heart felt as if it had been struck.

Ye Xiao's words had touched the very depths of her heart.

Suddenly, Su Muyun gave a soft hum:

"Interesting."

Then she walked away.

After a few steps, she stopped without turning back:

"My name is Su Muyun."

Ye Xiao was stunned, turning his head to look at Su Muyun's retreating figure.

"You already said that."

She smiled, waving her hand with her back to Ye Xiao.

"Afraid you'd forget."

After Ye Xiao obtained the Law-Breaking Fist.

He had already read through it several times in class.

He flipped to the first page of the book.

On the yellowed pages, a few lines were written—

"Extreme in martial, extreme in fist, extreme in heart, extreme in the Way."

"All else may be forsaken, but the fist shall never be abandoned."

Ye Xiao was already very familiar with these words.

Looking at them now.

The Law-Breaking Fist, just like the Extreme Martial Fist Sutra, originated from Nameless.

Beyond that.

Below it was a line of small text in someone else's handwriting:

"To the fated one: May you walk the path we could not finish."

The owner of this handwriting.

Must be Su Muyun's grandfather, right?

Ye Xiao carefully placed the Law-Breaking Fist into his bag and tucked it away.

Then, he followed Fatty Wang toward the classroom for their next lesson.

Outside the corridor, the sky was a vast blue.

The spire of the Martial Arts Tower pierced straight into the clouds.

Ye Xiao looked back and saw Su Muyun's figure disappear into the crowd.

He whispered a single phrase.

"Su Muyun."

Then, he smiled too.