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365 points!

Even higher than his blood vitality test score!

The examination grounds erupted.

Zhang Lei, Li Chao, and Sun Yuan went pale, their fear of Lin Yun deepening by several degrees.

Wang Dalong also realized a grave problem: Lin Yun's total score might already have surpassed the admission cutoff for Imperial Capital First Martial Academy.

"No, I have to settle Second Tiger's grudge with him as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Wang Family won't have it easy in the future."

Either settle the grudge, or settle Lin Yun!

The mockery on Zhao Ritian's face had long since frozen, replaced by utter disbelief. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how this piece of trash he had never spared a glance before had not only soared in cultivation, but also mastered an orthodox martial skill. Everything that had happened to him completely overturned Zhao Ritian's understanding.

The door of the combat pod slowly opened. Lin Yun braced himself against the ground and slowly rose to his feet, his face white as paper and his breathing heavy and ragged. He staggered with every step, yet his back remained ramrod straight.

In an instant, thousands of gazes throughout the grounds converged upon him.

On the rostrum, the gray-haired principal slowly rose to his feet. An irrepressible, gratified smile appeared on his wrinkled face as he nodded gently.

Colonel Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his back. His scar-crossed face softened by a rare degree, his eyes brimming with appreciation.

The military officers overseeing the examination and the academy teachers all wore smiles as well, their eyes filled with expectation when they looked at Lin Yun.

Azure City lay tucked away in a corner, surrounded by ferocious beasts year-round. It desperately needed juniors like this—ones with blood in their veins and steel in their bones.

Every generation brought forth its talents. These two young people had shown everyone the hope of Azure City's martial path.

Su Nianhe could no longer hold herself back. She sprinted over, the joy on her face impossible to hide.

"Lin Yun! You were incredible! The tenth stage! You actually made it to the tenth stage!"

She had calculated the scores. Lin Yun had 345 points in blood vitality and 365 in practical combat. With his nearly perfect written exam score added in, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance he could just make the admission cutoff for Imperial Capital First Martial Academy.

Perhaps they really could go to the Imperial Capital together!

"You've truly surprised me too much." Su Nianhe panted, her voice full of uncontrollable excitement.

Lin Yun looked at her sparkling eyes, a faint smile curling at his lips. His voice was still somewhat weak.

"Don't celebrate just yet. Let's wait until the admission cutoff is announced."

"There definitely won't be a problem!"

Su Nianhe nodded vigorously, her tone incomparably certain. She reached out to support his arm and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Rest for a while first. Don't wear yourself out."

The two sat side by side on the stone steps by the training field. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the parasol tree leaves, casting mottled patches of light and shadow across the ground. Lin Yun leaned against the trunk and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, while Su Nianhe sat quietly beside him, stealing glances at him now and then, the smile at her lips impossible to suppress.

As the surrounding examinees watched them, no one dared utter another word of mockery.

The piece of trash everyone had once ridiculed had now proven himself with his strength, becoming someone capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Azure City's number one prodigy.

An hour later, the final examinee emerged from the combat pod, and all assessments for this martial arts college entrance examination officially came to an end.

Another hour passed before the giant electronic screen at the center of the training field suddenly lit up and began displaying the comprehensive scores of every examinee.

The comprehensive scores were calculated using 30% written exam results, 35% blood vitality results, and 35% practical combat results, ranked from highest to lowest:

Su Nianhe: Written exam 762 points, blood vitality 380 points, practical combat 386 points, total score 770.3 points.

Lin Yun: Written exam 792 points, blood vitality 345 points, practical combat 365 points, total score 726.35 points.

Wang Dalong: Written exam 750 points, blood vitality 340 points, practical combat 322 points, total score 688.4 points.

The gap between the scores was obvious at a glance.

Su Nianhe held steady at the top with an absolute advantage. Lin Yun followed close behind, nearly forty points ahead of Wang Dalong in third place—a clear gulf between them.

The instant he saw his score, Lin Yun immediately took out his phone and opened the official website of Imperial Capital First Martial Academy.

This year's admission cutoff was displayed in the most prominent spot on the homepage: 716 points.

He had exceeded it by 10 points!

Lin Yun abruptly looked up and met Su Nianhe's equally delighted gaze.

"Nianhe." His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor. "I really got in."

"That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"

Su Nianhe could no longer hold herself back. With a jubilant cry, she threw herself into his arms and tightly wrapped both arms around his waist.

"We can go to the Imperial Capital together! Attend classes together, train together, and even go out on expeditions together!"

She was so excited that her body trembled slightly.

Ten years of silent waiting seemed as though they were finally about to receive a satisfying answer.

Lin Yun froze for a moment, then gently raised his hands and held her a little tighter. He did not want to ruin this hard-won joy.

The faint scent of gardenias lingering around the girl's body softened his heart completely.

Not far away, Wang Dalong stared fixedly at the cutoff displayed on his phone screen. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

688.4 points. This score was enough to get him into the fifth- or sixth-ranked martial academies in Dragon Nation, but it was still a long way from Imperial Capital First Martial Academy.

He suddenly smashed his phone to the ground with all his strength. The screen shattered instantly.

"Why?"

Wang Dalong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with venom.

"I spent millions on the martial arts exam. Why should I be trampled beneath the feet of a penniless nobody like Lin Yun?!"

As he looked at the embracing pair in the distance, jealousy and hatred grew wildly like weeds.

"Brother Long!" Zhao Ritian cautiously came over, wearing a fawning yet vicious smile. "I think your younger brother was probably killed by Lin Yun!"

Wang Dalong suddenly turned his head, his gaze fierce enough to devour someone. "What did you say?!"

Zhao Ritian shuddered in fright and hurriedly took half a step back, but he still forced himself to continue stirring the pot.

"Think about it. Lin Yun used to be a piece of trash who could barely afford to eat. How could he have suddenly broken through to the fourth level of Martial Apprentice? He must have killed your brother and stolen the money and cultivation resources on him—that's how he got today's results! Otherwise, where would he have gotten the money to cultivate? And Zhang Lei and those other two, didn't he extort three hundred thousand from them too? This guy is a ruthless, vicious bandit!"

Those words struck directly at Wang Dalong's concerns. He had already been certain that his younger brother's disappearance was connected to Lin Yun, and after Zhao Ritian's words, he believed it even more firmly.

"Brother Long." Seeing that he had taken the bait, Zhao Ritian immediately struck while the iron was hot. "These next two months are our last chance. Once he goes to Imperial Capital First Martial Academy, it'll be difficult for us to make a move!"

Wang Dalong's face darkened so much it seemed ready to drip water. He remained silent for a long time before finally nodding heavily.

Just then, the principal stepped onto the rostrum, cleared his throat, and his voice rang throughout the grounds.

"This martial arts college entrance examination has concluded successfully! To recognize the efforts of our outstanding students, the academy has decided to award scholarships to the top twenty students in the comprehensive rankings!"

"First place, Su Nianhe: a scholarship of five hundred thousand!"

"Second place, Lin Yun: a scholarship of three hundred thousand!"

"Third place, Wang Dalong: a scholarship of one hundred thousand!"

Lin Yun walked onto the rostrum and accepted the weighty bank card from the principal.

The principal patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly. "Lin Yun, you are the pride of Qingcheng First Advanced Academy. Keep walking forward. I believe that one day, you too will become a hero who stands tall between heaven and earth, just like your brother."

"I will, Principal."

Lin Yun nodded heavily, his gaze incomparably resolute.

After walking down from the award platform, Su Nianhe asked curiously, "Lin Yun, what are your plans next?"

Lin Yun smiled and stretched lazily. The exhaustion of the past several days came flooding over him all at once.

[Detected that the host has continuously consumed recovery potions. The body has reached its endurance limit. It is recommended that the host rest as soon as possible.]

"I want to go home and get some proper sleep. As for my plans for the break, I'll talk about them after I wake up!"