Had Lu Chong's Monument-Splitting Palm reached perfection?
And his cultivation had broken through to the Fifth Stage!
Wang Tong, his Head Teacher, was completely bewildered. Hadn't he just been giving Lu Chong pointers last night?
How had Lu Chong managed to surprise him again so soon?
"Wait... Monument-Splitting Palm. Hadn't he only just reached the Microscopic level yesterday?" Wang Tong couldn't help doubting himself.
Was his judgment off? Had Lu Chong's Second Awakening awakened him a little too much?
Li Chengjun, the Head Teacher of Class 1, fell silent too.
Perfection in Monument-Splitting Palm and the Microscopic level they'd heard about yesterday were worlds apart.
The simplest comparison was that nearly half the students in Class 1 had reached the Microscopic level in at least one Martial Skill.
Even top students like Xiang Yueya, Zhao Longfei, and Huang Junyan had reached the Microscopic level in at least two Martial Skills.
So although Li Chengjun was tempted to recruit Lu Chong, he hadn't been particularly excited.
But a Martial Skill at the level of perfection was another matter entirely.
Not one student in Class 1—or, for that matter, in No. 1 High School or any of the many high schools in Guanyun City—had managed to cultivate a Martial Skill to perfection.
The requirements were simply too demanding. It took more than talent and hard work; one also needed the right opportunity.
Yet this ordinary class student, who was only at the Fifth Stage of Martial Disciple, had actually reached that level. It was downright unbelievable.
"I have to recruit this student," Li Chengjun thought. "Keeping him in Class 5 is a waste."
Old Principal knew what it meant to reach perfection in a Martial Skill. He only said regretfully, "It's a pity his cultivation is still a little weak. Otherwise, getting into one of the North and South Schools wouldn't be a problem."
Wang Tong was taken aback, but in the end, he held his tongue.
He remembered better than anyone that Lu Chong had still been at the Third Stage of Martial Disciple just two days ago, and now he had reached the Fifth Stage.
His current cultivation wasn't particularly impressive, but at the rate he was progressing—like a rocket—there was no telling if he might become a Martial Artist before the College Entrance Exam.
"Maybe the Nutrition Bar I gave him worked?" Wang Tong wondered, unsure. He decided not to tell Old Principal too much just yet.
He was mainly afraid Old Principal wouldn't believe him, and even more worried that Li Chengjun might try something underhanded.
On the field, most of the students hadn't noticed that Lu Chong's Martial Skill had reached perfection. Only a few with an exceptionally keen eye suspected as much, though they didn't dare believe it.
The students of Class 5 erupted in cheers. After being on the back foot in several matches, they could finally hold their heads high.
"Brother Chong, you're awesome!"
"Keep it up, Brother Chong! We support you in spirit!"
"Brother Chong, the girls are all watching you. Give them an even better show!" Naturally, Chen Yufei, the show-off, had yelled that last line.
Over in Class 1, Zhou Feng had been defeated, but they quickly regrouped, and a burly boy stepped forward.
They were confident and could afford to lose.
"Mo Bai, please!"
The second student looked steadier than Zhou Feng and didn't make any more bold boasts.
He immediately used the Microscopic-level Nine-Shadow Step, leaving afterimages all over the field as he circled Lu Chong, ready to strike a decisive blow at any moment.
"That kid's Nine-Shadow Step is at the Microscopic level too. He's obviously afraid of Brother Chong's Monument-Splitting Palm, so he doesn't dare face him head-on," Chen Yufei analyzed solemnly.
"But that means Brother Chong can't do anything about him either. If this drags on, he'll run out of stamina sooner or later. The other side still has three people," a Class 5 student fretted.
Among the students of Class 1, Xiang Yueya watched Lu Chong's every move intently. She wanted to confirm whether her earlier judgment had been right.
She didn't have the teachers' keen eye and couldn't tell from one fleeting move whether Lu Chong's Monument-Splitting Palm had reached perfection.
As she watched, Lu Chong suddenly moved.
It wasn't a big movement. He simply seemed to take a casual step back, then swung his palm across in a relaxed, almost careless motion.
In an instant, Mo Bai's afterimages vanished one by one. Lu Chong's palm stopped with exquisite precision at Mo Bai's throat, then changed from a chop to a grab and lifted him into the air.
"You lose."
Lu Chong didn't strike him any harder. He simply let him go and spoke calmly.
"Thank you." Mo Bai looked at Lu Chong gratefully, clasped his hands, and stepped down.
He knew Lu Chong had gone easy on him. Otherwise, that palm could have knocked him unconscious.
Cheers erupted again from the Class 5 crowd. Even the students from other classes gathered around the field gasped in amazement.
Though most of them hadn't seen how Lu Chong had done it.
"This wasn't because of the advantage of Monument-Splitting Palm. It was... Nine-Shadow Step?" Xiang Yueya took a deep breath, feeling even more confused.
This time, Lu Chong clearly hadn't relied on the advantage of Monument-Splitting Palm. He had simply struck with an ordinary palm.
But his timing had been so exquisite, as if he'd completely predicted Mo Bai's movements and been waiting for him.
And the only way to do that was to work on Nine-Shadow Step.
That meant Lu Chong's Nine-Shadow Step wasn't merely at the initial Microscopic level. It was far beyond Mo Bai's level of mastery.
Even the teachers who had reached the Martial Artist realm couldn't accurately judge Lu Chong's level of Nine-Shadow Step, since he hadn't shown much of it.
Only Old Principal, seated in the stands, smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. He's a promising young talent. It's truly rare for someone to reach perfection in both Monument-Splitting Palm and Nine-Shadow Step."
Li Chengjun was even more dumbfounded. How had Lu Chong suddenly revealed another Martial Skill at the level of perfection?
Wang Tong was just as bewildered, but as Lu Chong's teacher, he couldn't act as if he knew nothing. Keeping quiet was agony.
"That kid didn't even give me a heads-up. Is he trying to scare me to death?" Wang Tong decided he'd have to question Lu Chong thoroughly when they got back.
Li Chengjun reacted quickly and chimed in, "He truly is a promising young talent. It's a pity he's being held back in Class 5. If he were in our class, his cultivation would definitely be much higher."
"Elder Wei, there are only three months left before the College Entrance Exam. I, Li Chengjun, am willing to stake my reputation on it."
Li Chengjun turned to Old Principal and continued with absolute confidence, "I guarantee I can help him reach the Ninth Stage before the College Entrance Exam and get him into one of the Big Three."
The Big Three Li Chengjun referred to were North China Martial Arts University, Jiangnan Martial Arts University, and Zhongyuan Zhenwu University.
At that, Wang Tong laughed angrily. "Wang Tong? Do you have no shame? I'd be willing to stake my reputation on getting Lu Chong the city's top score too."
"Of course, if Elder Wei gives him his full support, I believe Lu Chong could get the province's top score."
Elder Wei leisurely took a sip of tea and smiled as he glanced at Lu Chong, who had just won two more matches in a row in the distance.
"We should let the boy decide for himself. It's been a long time since this old man took on a student. How about I personally guide him?"
At that, Li Chengjun and Wang Tong both fell silent.
Damn, they'd almost forgotten that Old Principal was even more shameless than they were.
While the snipe and the clam struggled, the fisherman reaped the reward.
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