A Generation of Prodigies in One College Entrance Examination

"Thank you so much for today."

Xu Yihan looked at Jiang Yuan with sincere gratitude, then added with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, but I..."

"We're all partners in the same guild; helping each other is only natural. Besides, it was nothing. You even let me use your Gravity Chamber," Jiang Yuan said with a smile.

"I still feel bad about it. How about this? I'll teach you my family's martial arts technique," Xu Yihan said, looking at him earnestly.

Jiang Yuan had intended to refuse.

But upon hearing her follow-up, His eyes lit up, and he changed his mind.

"...It also comes with a matching visualization method to train mental power. You awakened a mental-type talent, right? I think this visualization method should be useful to you."

Essence, energy, and spirit.

Jiang Yuan's only current weakness was his mental power; he lacked a visualization method to temper it, and such methods were prohibitively expensive on the market—he couldn't afford one at all.

Xu Yihan's proposal hit exactly what he needed.

Even if the grade of the visualization method wasn't high, he could use his [Supreme Analysis] to improve and upgrade it.

Thus, Jiang Yuan nodded. "Alright, then I won't decline."

A moving smile appeared on Xu Yihan's delicate face, like a flower blooming after the rain.

"Mm!"

Great! Finally, my family's martial arts technique has a successor!

Past noon.

The torrential rain had eased slightly.

Nanjiang City Martial Arts Middle School.

Chen Hao lay slumped over his desk, staring at Jiang Yuan's empty seat in the front row.

"It's been so many days. This guy hasn't even come to school once. What on earth is he doing at home?"

"Sigh... so boring."

Chongming Martial Arts Hall.

"Whoosh!"

The spear whistled continuously in Jiang Yuan's hands, flicking up and down. Countless spear shadows tore through the air, producing sounds like tearing silk.

The sharp edge of the spear carved crisscrossing cracks within a ten-foot radius around him, resembling slashes that lingered in the air.

Jiang Yuan thrust his final strike, emitting an incredibly sharp screech like a thousand birds crying out in unison, and the iron spear in his hand shattered into pieces from the vibration!

"Hoo..."

"That's about it. This martial art is not bad."

Jiang Yuan nodded.

He had already learned the accompanying visualization method as well; he would contemplate it further when he had time later.

Xu Yihan, dressed in loose training clothes, stood to the side with a dazed expression.

Watching Jiang Yuan take only half an hour to master her family's ancestral three-star martial art, the Void-Splitting Spear, from scratch to the major accomplishment stage, she couldn't help but blurt out two words.

"Monster..."

She had practiced it since she was a child, spending over a decade just to reach the major accomplishment stage.

He had only used half an hour. Half an hour...

What kind of monster was he?!

Unaware of Xu Yihan standing there in a state of disarray, Jiang Yuan asked her for advice, "Senior Sister Xu, do you know how to register for the Star Domain?"

Xu Yihan snapped back to reality. "You need the number on your martial artist badge to do that."

The Star Domain was a virtual network connecting the entire globe. One could only log in after registering as a martial artist, and it was said to have a hundred million professional martial artist users.

On it, one could view information on dungeons, beast data, martial artist rankings, and even conduct private trades, virtual combat, martial arts livestreams, and watch videos filmed by fearless martial artists in dangerous zones. It had everything, a vast array of content.

"You're going to the Martial Artist Association to register, right? I've already spoken to them; you can just go directly."

For the first time, Jiang Yuan felt that having a senior sister wasn't bad at all.

Easy on the eyes, and capable too.

As Jiang Yuan left the Chongming Martial Arts Hall to head toward the Martial Artist Association, Wang Xinlong, having suffered a loss, returned to the martial arts hall with a dark face and headed to the training room located on the third basement level.

When Wang Xinlong walked into the training room, a young man was sparring with a teenager, while a bald old man stood not far away.

"Trash! Absolute trash!"

Bare-chested, with tattoos covering his muscles and face, the ugly, flat-headed teenager surged with blood energy. He spat profanities with wide, angry eyes while throwing punch after punch. Every step he took was as steady as a mountain, yet his strikes were as swift and violent as thunder, whistling through the air with brutal force.

The young man was beaten back step by step, looking utterly wretched.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, the young man's arm was snapped clean, and he collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

The ugly teenager stepped on his head and spat on him.

"Senior Brother Li, is this all you've got?!"

"You really are garbage!"

"Ah, ah, Junior Brother Liang, I—I really can't go on..." the young man pleaded.

"You can't?!"

He grabbed the young man's hair roughly and snarled, "Get up! Keep going!"

The bald old man didn't stop him; instead, he praised, "Not bad, not bad."

He turned to Wang Xinlong, who was walking over, and said, "Look at that. Liang Cheng's Wind-Thunder Fist has improved significantly lately. He should reach the Great Completion stage by the college entrance exam. He's progressing much faster than you did back in the day."

"I was never good at practicing martial arts techniques. Is there any point in comparing me to him?"

"What's wrong? Why the long face? Who annoyed you again?"

"It's that bitch Xu Yihan." Wang Xinlong lit a cigarette.

"You went after her again? That's a wild horse."

"Wild horses are only worth conquering because they're wild."

"So, why did you get shut down again?"

"...Don't ask. Damn it, a brat ruined my fun."

"How so?"

"A student about Liang Cheng's age, claiming to be a disciple of the Chongming Martial Arts Hall. He knocked out Song Qiao with a single punch. He must have already broken his limits and become a martial artist."

The bald old man looked surprised. "Oh?"

The ugly teenager stopped as well, turning his head with interest. "About my age? What's his name?"

"Hmm, Jiang Yuan. He should be a candidate at the Martial Arts Middle School too. Do you know him? He probably awakened a mental-type talent," Wang Xinlong said while smoking.

"Jiang Yuan... mental-type talent...?"

Liang Cheng thought for a moment and shook his head. "Never heard of him."

Liang Cheng was a student in the S-class at the Martial Arts High School, having awakened an A-grade talent—Nether Thunder—and advanced to the rare class of Berserker.

Wang Xinlong was slightly surprised. "You haven't heard of him?"

"I only keep my eyes on those stronger than me. Trash like that doesn't even enter my sight."

Liang Cheng dropped the limp youth like a piece of mud and sneered, "There are only four people in school I consider rivals: Xia Qinghou, Luo Xi, Qin Nansun, and that Lin Junhao from the White River Group."

The bald old man stood with his hands behind his back and nodded. "It's true that each of them crushes you in terms of talent, class, and family background. Do they even know you consider them rivals?"

Liang Cheng roared, "What did you say, you old geezer?"

"I'm stating facts. You can't beat any of those four."

"How would I know if I haven't fought them!" Liang Cheng retorted defiantly. "My blood energy is only a hair's breadth away from the threshold of a Level 1 martial artist. Plus, with my talent, class skills, and martial techniques, even an average Level 1 advanced martial artist is no match for me!"

"What's a Level 1 martial artist worth?" The bald old man shook his head. "Everyone your age in this batch has already become a martial artist, and not just one or two. In previous years, even one would have been a miracle."

"Besides those four geniuses, it seems a monster girl who awakened an SS-grade necromancy talent has appeared over in Beijiang City."

"And now, another dark horse has popped up."

"They are all heaven-sent prodigies. People who would have been provincial top scorers in previous years are all bunched together this year."

"Liang Cheng, train hard. Don't think your A-grade talent is anything special. Compared to these geniuses, the only thing you have going for you is your toughness. Train until you're risking your life; if you don't, you won't even get into a decent martial arts university in this year's entrance exam."

Liang Cheng gritted his teeth until they clicked, his eyes burning with rage as he looked at Wang Xinlong. "Master! Where is the Chongming Martial Arts Hall? I want to test that guy's skills. I don't believe he's stronger than me!"

"No need to go. You'll see him in five days."

"Five days?"

Wang Xinlong exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I've made a wager with the Chongming Martial Arts Hall. We'll have another disciple sparring match in five days. This time, you are only allowed to win, not lose!"

"Can I use my talent?"

"Yes. Not only that, but I'll spend resources to cultivate you over these next few days so your blood energy breaks ten and you become a Tier 1 martial artist." Wang Xinlong placed a hand on Liang Cheng's shoulder. "Can you do it?"

A flash of light crossed Liang Cheng's eyes as he punched his palm.

"Don't worry, Hall Master. Once I become a martial artist, there is no way I can lose!"

"Good!"

Wang Xinlong snarled, his fleshy face bunching up as a sinister, cold glint flickered in his small eyes.

"I don't care what kind of genius he is. If he dares to ruin my plans, I'll make sure he doesn't even get to take the college entrance exam!"