Are There Still Courses Yet to Be Unlocked?

"Then thank you, Cousin."

Li Youfeng gave Pei Xuan a deep bow.

Pei Xuan was slightly moved. Judging by his cousin's earnest attitude, Su Yuan clearly held an exceptionally high place in his heart.

The words Heart Cultivation carried an extraordinary weight.

Qianshan District truly needed a genuine genius to overturn the long-standing opinions held by those above.

"Good."

"I hope Qianshan District has an even more glorious future."

Pei Xuan smiled as he spoke to Li Youfeng.

The basement of Qianshan No. 1 High School's Qianshan Class.

After an hour and a half, everyone except Ye Ling, Chu Tianche, and Leng Xin sat on the ground with vacant eyes.

Since all ten people on Zhao Xinxuan and Huang Yi'an's side had lost their ability to fight, they had already taken Intermediate Recovery Potions.

Only one person was an exception. After lying on the ground for fifteen minutes, Su Yuan "forced" himself back to his feet and silently went to a corner to practice the Concise Thunder Breathing Method.

The sight startled Wang Zheng and the other two once again, and they privately marveled at the boy's extraordinary perseverance.

Despite being covered in injuries, he could resist the temptation of an Intermediate Recovery Potion. That level of willpower was formidable.

Lin Jie simply could not endure the aching pain throughout his body. After calling Su Yuan a monster to himself, he obediently swallowed an Intermediate Recovery Potion.

He could not learn it. There was simply no way he could learn it.

Su Yuan was too monstrous.

Even more monstrous were Ye Ling, Chu Tianche, and Leng Xin.

The three of them were still holding on under Teacher Wang Zheng's attacks.

Leng Xin was covered in wounds of every size, and the exhaustion in her eyes made it obvious that she was nearly at her limit.

Even so, Leng Xin continued to attack Wang Zheng.

Chu Tianche was in roughly the same state as Leng Xin. The two seemed to be competing to see who could last longer, and neither was willing to concede easily.

Ye Ling was in far better shape than Chu Tianche and Leng Xin. Though Wang Zheng had inflicted countless wounds on him, his eyes still shone brightly, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

"Ye Ling really is Ye Ling."

"That combat strength is terrifying. I feel like if Teacher Wang Zheng doesn't put in more effort, he could keep fighting until noon."

"What a joke. The foremost of Qianshan No. 1 High School's Two Sovereigns didn't earn that reputation for nothing. Chu Tianche is ridiculously strong too; his willpower is even stronger than that Su Yuan's."

Hearing the Qianshan No. 1 High School students around him, Su Yuan felt speechless.

Why did they have to drag him into this for no reason?

Chu Tianche was strong, but in Su Yuan's current eyes, the gap between them was no longer insurmountable.

Bang!

With a muffled groan, Leng Xin was sent flying by Wang Zheng and could no longer get back up.

Two minutes later, Chu Tianche followed in Leng Xin's footsteps.

Only Wang Zheng and Ye Ling remained, continuing their sparring match.

"Ye Ling has already lasted an hour and thirty-five minutes under Teacher Wang's offensive. His talent is terrifying, far beyond any of the students present."

Even Zhao Xinxuan had to admire Ye Ling. To hold on under Wang Zheng for so long, both talent and perseverance were indispensable.

Huang Yi'an stared at Ye Ling, his eyes filled with boundless regret.

If not for Ye Ling's identity, he truly wanted to recruit him into his own camp.

Unfortunately, he could not touch him.

Chu Tianche was just as stubborn. He said that unless he surpassed Ye Ling, he would never join Song Ping's faction.

The words made Huang Yi'an grit his teeth. Was that not ridiculous? How could someone like Chu Tianche possibly surpass Ye Ling?

If the Chu Family had not been so influential, he would have suppressed him long ago.

At some point, Pei Xuan appeared at the entrance to the basement. His gaze immediately fell on Su Yuan in the arena, and a flicker of anticipation flashed through his eyes before vanishing.

"It's not even ten yet. Teacher Wang, end the sparring. Rest for twenty minutes, then do it again."

Pei Xuan resumed his cold and merciless expression as he slowly walked to the center of the space.

"You've got to be kidding. Again?"

Xie Zhengyang felt like his body was about to fall apart. Even with Intermediate Recovery Potions, he could not withstand such high-intensity sparring.

"Anyone who can't hold on may leave now."

"Withdraw from the Qianshan Class permanently."

The other students were about to say something, but when Pei Xuan finished speaking, they forcibly swallowed their words.

Twenty minutes later, impatience appeared on Wang Zheng's face. With a flash, he rushed before Ye Ling and lightly flicked a finger. Ye Ling instantly collapsed, utterly motionless.

"That brat is really hard to deal with unless I put in some force."

Wang Zheng shook his head helplessly. If this continued, would they even be able to proceed with the next lesson?

"Rest up. We'll continue in twenty minutes."

Like a cold-faced drill instructor, Pei Xuan delivered the order without mercy.

No one dared speak. They silently absorbed the energy of their Intermediate Recovery Potions.

Only Su Yuan sat alone in the corner, practicing the Concise Thunder Breathing Method.

Twenty minutes passed quickly.

"Get up, all of you. Continue sparring!"

As Pei Xuan's words fell, countless cries of misery rose up, even louder than during the first sparring session.

Su Yuan silently endured Huang Yi'an's attacks while calculating inwardly.

This level of training does nothing for me at all. The afternoon's two-person sparring probably won't mean much either.

The only thing in the Qianshan Class that is useful to me is the morning warm-up activity.

For a moment, Su Yuan actually felt that the Qianshan Class's training intensity was too low.

The Qianshan Class's lessons could not possibly be confined to this space.

They should go out on missions, otherwise, would this not be a waste of time for those with high Blood Qi?

Su Yuan was certain that the Qianshan Class still had courses that had not been unlocked.

For people like Ye Ling, Chu Tianche, and Leng Xin, aside from sparring with teachers, the other lessons did not hold much significance.

Back at Second High School, Teacher Jiang Huaisheng had once mentioned the matter of rankings.

These courses were definitely not factors in the rankings.

While sparring with Huang Yi'an, Su Yuan considered these matters.

Time slipped away in an instant.

At 12:15 p.m., all thirty students had lost their ability to fight.

The second round of teacher-led sparring ended.

This time, Su Yuan still did not take an Intermediate Recovery Potion.

As a result, during his second spar with Huang Yi'an, he lost his ability to fight after holding on for only a short while.

"The morning session is over. The afternoon session begins at 12:35."

Pei Xuan checked the time on his phone, then turned and left the basement.

Wang Zheng and the other three teachers also departed one after another.

"This is downright devilish training. The Qianshan Class is terrifying."

After the four teachers left, Xie Zhengyang finally could not help throwing back his head and roaring.

For once, no one from Qianshan No. 1 High School mocked Xie Zhengyang. They seemed to think he had a point.

Even they were struggling to hold on.

"Are you guys eating? If not, I'm leaving first."

Su Yuan stopped practicing the Concise Thunder Breathing Method and asked Lin Jie and the others.

"No. I'm not in the mood to eat."

Lin Jie and the others shook their heads. They only had twenty minutes; how could they possibly have the inclination to eat?

Besides, there was still energy from the Intermediate Recovery Potions in their bodies, so skipping a meal did not matter.

Su Yuan nodded, then left the basement alone.

All the students present, including Ye Ling and Chu Tianche, had taken Intermediate Recovery Potions, so it was fine if they did not eat.

But Su Yuan had not taken one. He still needed to eat.

Thus, under everyone's gaze, Su Yuan walked out of the basement. He was the only one leaving.

Twenty minutes was more than enough time to eat.

Perhaps to accommodate the Qianshan Class students, this martial arts teaching building was very close to the cafeteria, only a few hundred meters away.

After quickly leaving the basement, Su Yuan arrived at the cafeteria and wolfed down his meal amid the strange looks of others.

After finishing his meal quickly, Su Yuan returned to the basement. The entire trip took eleven minutes.