The Good Classmate Who Insisted on Giving Money

On the afternoon of the 5th, at the student training grounds.

When Lu Chong learned that Xue Cheng wanted to challenge him, he quickly excused himself from the sparring session with the class monitors and hurried over.

This generous classmate was clearly here to deliver military merits to him; how could he possibly refuse?

"Lu Chong, I lost our bet regarding the accumulated military merits during this special training. A deal is a deal; all my merits are yours."

Seeing Lu Chong appear, Xue Cheng said with frankness.

"You're too kind, we're all classmates after all." Lu Chong replied with polite pleasantries while calculating how many merits Xue Cheng had accumulated over the past month.

Not bad at all—second only to himself, Xue Cheng now had over 11,000 merits. If converted into Huaxia Coin, that was over a million.

Although Lu Chong's own monthly accumulation was firmly in first place, he had already spent the vast majority of it.

He looked toward Chief Instructor Cheng Dongye, who was watching coldly from the sidelines.

Cheng Dongye knew what the kid was thinking and spoke up: "You may use his merits to exchange for resources, but they cannot be added to your personal military honor tally."

"No problem, thank you, Instructor." Lu Chong replied with understanding.

Military Department merits were not just for exchanging resources; they were also tied to the awarding of subsequent honors, so they had to be earned through one's own service.

Lu Chong was already satisfied enough that he could use Xue Cheng's merits to exchange for resources.

Xue Cheng's face flushed slightly. After all, he had been the one to confidently challenge Lu Chong, yet he had lost so thoroughly that he was handing over merits worth over a million.

However, he was no longer the same person he had been; he was no longer a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice, but a formal Martial Artist.

Therefore, he wanted to take this opportunity to reclaim his lost face.

"Lu Chong, do you dare to have another fair and square match with me?"

With all the students and instructors watching, Xue Cheng asked with soaring momentum.

Lu Chong said with feigned embarrassment: "We're all classmates, why ruin the harmony?"

Xue Cheng sneered, seemingly thinking he understood Lu Chong well, and pressed aggressively: "If I lose, I'll give you 500,000. If you lose, the previous condition still stands."

Lu Chong was secretly delighted; he knew this classmate was very sensible.

However, he couldn't help but glance at Xiang Yueya, who was nearby, acting as if none of this concerned her.

This girl had quite the charm; sitting behind the scenes without a word, she had so many male students doing her bidding. Did they not know the saying that those who grovel to the end end up with nothing?

Never mind, making money was the priority. Lu Chong had no time to pity these simps, and he had even less interest in the pretentious Xiang Yueya.

While lamenting how wealthy Xue Cheng's family must be, Lu Chong gritted his teeth and said: "Very well, I shall accompany you to the end. Please go easy on me, Classmate Xue."

At this moment, Cheng Dongye, who was watching the spectacle, suddenly spoke up: "I forgot to inform you all: Lu Chong from First High School broke through to become a formal Martial Artist over ten days ago."

"So, if you students have any questions in the future, feel free to seek guidance from Classmate Lu."

After saying this, Cheng Dongye didn't forget to cast a smug glance at Lu Chong, thinking to himself, That's for scamming us, kid. I've finally gotten one back on you.

The surrounding students erupted in an uproar, especially the students from First High School who knew Lu Chong; they felt as if they were dreaming.

They clearly remembered that Lu Chong had only broken through from the Eighth Stage to the Ninth Stage after arriving at the Special Training Camp.

How could he have become a formal Martial Artist after only a few days?

Was this the cultivation speed a normal human should have?

But then, they reconsidered—Lu Chong didn't seem like a normal human. He could even act as an instructor in the military camp; was that something a normal person could do?

Lu Chong didn't blush even after being exposed by Cheng Dongye. He just thickened his skin and said to the visibly shaken Xue Cheng: "Actually, it was just a lucky breakthrough. If Classmate Xue is afraid, we can cancel the match."

Listen to that—even Cheng Dongye had to admit the kid was a pro.

The boy's heart was truly black; to make some money, he was even using reverse psychology.

Sure enough, the young and hot-headed Xue Cheng couldn't handle the provocation and shook his head directly: "No need. Since we are both formal Martial Artists, it will be a fair fight."

Fair my foot, Lu Chong is already at the Martial Artist Second Stage, Cheng Dongye thought to himself.

The students didn't know, but how could he not know Lu Chong?

Let alone Xue Cheng, who had just broken through, even if he, a Seventh Stage Martial Artist, were to step into the ring himself, he wasn't certain he could take down Lu Chong now.

This was purely a case of handing money over to Lu Chong.

However, Cheng Dongye didn't say anything more. If he got on that greedy kid's bad side, he would inevitably be scammed later.

Lu Chong was overjoyed. Since the man insisted on giving him money, it would be rude to refuse.

But on the surface, he remained calm: "Then, please enlighten me."

Xue Cheng stopped wasting words. The aura of a formal Martial Artist erupted, sending dust flying beneath his feet.

His body lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow. The martial skill he used was not one taught in school.

Clearly, given Xue Cheng's family background, he had long since practiced a higher-grade martial skill at an outside martial arts gym.

Before the fist even arrived, a cold wind was already blowing against Lu Chong's face.

Facing Xue Cheng's mastered High-Grade fist technique, Lu Chong only used the strength of a First Stage Martial Artist and the Human-Grade Low-Tier Monument-Splitting Palm.

There was no help for it; Lu Chong had to hold back, or he feared he might kill this Money-Delivering Boy with a single palm.

As their fists and palms collided, Lu Chong and Xue Cheng both retreated two steps.

Xue Cheng was knocked back by Lu Chong's strength, while Lu Chong was, of course, just pretending.

Bullying was one thing, but he still had to leave the Money-Delivering Boy a shred of dignity, just in case he came back to deliver more money later.

Xue Cheng gritted his teeth, the bluestone beneath his feet cracking as he charged forward with even greater speed, throwing a punch heavier than the last.

Lu Chong met it with the Monument-Splitting Palm once again, merely increasing his strength by a fraction.

Bang...

The two traded blows, colliding time and again in a struggle so evenly matched it was truly quite spectacular.

Yet to the eyes of the experts, especially those few instructors, Lu Chong was clearly just playing around.

Based on their understanding, Lu Chong should have been able to win from the very first collision.

The two students were simply not on the same level.

But Xue Cheng was unaware of this; he still felt he had a glimmer of hope for victory, believing Lu Chong wasn't as invincible as he had imagined.

Launching another attack, Xue Cheng's heavy punch remained the same, but just as it was about to collide with Lu Chong, a bone-chilling cold began to brew within his fist.

Interesting.

Before the move even landed, Lu Chong had already sensed it.

This was no ordinary Human-Rank Martial Skill; he could clearly feel the rich, surging power of blood and qi contained within Xue Cheng's fist, ready to erupt.

BOOM!

With a thunderous roar, the moment their fist and palm met, a surge of frigid Gang Qi erupted from Xue Cheng's fist, lashing out at Lu Chong's palm.

Yet, despite this punch resembling an Earth-Rank Martial Skill, it was Xue Cheng who was sent flying backward upon impact, his entire arm hanging limp at his side.

His expression shifted violently as he looked up at Lu Chong, "How could you possibly block a punch infused with Gang Qi?"