Your Genes Are Perfect for Having Children

Although the virtual battles simulated damage and pain at only ten percent,

when the opponent's full-force blow truly landed, the body's reflexive response to pain still made one's heart race in reality.

That was why the Stellar Martial Arts Match System had a forced logout mechanism.

If someone suffered a blow severe enough to be fatal, the system would forcibly log them out, ensuring that the user would not be harmed in reality.

However, although Yang Sheng had taken that blow head-on, he had not gained nothing from it.

He had forcibly caught that Straight Punch from the North Sea Divine Fist with his Whirling Wind Hand.

His cultivation progress instantly increased by ten points.

[Bright Force (230/500)]

His Whirling Wind Hand had already reached Lesser Completion.

Seeing the progress bar appear in his mind, Yang Sheng smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Not only could hitting people improve his cultivation, getting hit improved it even more.

Either way, he profited. How could he not smile?

On the other hand, when the North Sea Divine Fist saw Yang Sheng's expression, his own smile froze on his face.

He had gone all out just to land one effective hit, yet after taking it, his opponent actually smiled.

It even seemed as if Yang Sheng was the one who had truly come out ahead.

Why?!

"I'm not even smiling. What right do you have to smile?!"

North Sea Divine Fist roared.

Then he charged at Yang Sheng again with a furious barrage of attacks.

Yang Sheng continued with his previous strategy, countering each move as it came.

Every incoming punch was deflected with the Whirling Wind Hand.

After his consecutive attacks proved ineffective, North Sea Divine Fist threw another Straight Punch.

Yang Sheng caught it, only for a whip kick to strike him again.

The cycle repeated over and over.

North Sea Divine Fist remained on the offensive from beginning to end.

Yet he could not feel happy at all.

Because not a single one of his punches had truly landed on Yang Sheng.

The only attacks that hit Yang Sheng were always his kicks.

After a hundred exchanges, North Sea Divine Fist sent Yang Sheng flying again with a knee strike.

The match's mandatory thirty-minute duration finally ran out.

Based on points, the system declared North Sea Divine Fist the winner.

The moment he heard that he had won, North Sea Divine Fist felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

His name contained "fist," his main discipline was fist techniques, and his fists were his life.

Yet throughout the entire match, he had not managed to strike his opponent even once with his fists.

Yang Sheng collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

The intensity of this match was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

North Sea Divine Fist's initial strength had clearly surpassed his by an entire level.

But precisely because he had faced such an opponent, he had improved at an astonishing pace.

By the time the match ended, his cultivation progress had reached [Bright Force (247/500)].

One match had increased his cultivation by a full forty-seven points.

Even if the fight had been this frustrating, he was still the winner.

North Sea Divine Fist gave a muffled snort.

"Kid, now you know how formidable I am, right? The old ginger is spicier. Your training still lacks a bit of refinement."

He had thought those words would anger Yang Sheng, who had lost the match.

Unexpectedly, Yang Sheng stood up and respectfully cupped his hands.

"Thank you!"

With that, Yang Sheng left the match room without another word.

Leaving North Sea Divine Fist standing there in utter confusion.

"Did he just thank me?"

After leaving the match, Yang Sheng immediately continued matching.

The cultivation gains brought by actual combat were astonishing.

Insights cascaded through his mind like a waterfall.

They gave him a deeper understanding of real combat.

As the system timer began, Yang Sheng was matched with his fourth opponent ten seconds later.

This time, his opponent was a young martial artist who used a blade.

Like Yang Sheng, he was also at the Black Iron Eighth Stage.

Similar to the Great Wild Boar, this opponent excelled at attacking but not defending.

After exchanging only a few moves, Yang Sheng successfully caught him in a stun.

One Heart-Piercing Elbow took him down instantly.

During his brief spar with Liu Chang earlier, Yang Sheng had been deeply impressed by her ability to grab stuns.

Thus, in actual combat, Yang Sheng once again studied the details and timing of Liu Chang's Stun-Grabbing.

Gradually, he actually learned this secret technique.

After swiftly defeating his fourth opponent,

Yang Sheng continued matching without pause.

His fifth, sixth, and seventh opponents were all at the same rank as Yang Sheng.

Their talent was relatively ordinary, and Yang Sheng defeated every one of them in a very short time.

His wins piled up rapidly, and his rank rose just as quickly. In a single afternoon, he successfully advanced to the Black Iron Sixth Stage.

At that moment, Yang Sheng noticed that his ranking among those at the Lesser Completion of Bright Force stage in Bay City had successfully entered the top hundred.

Yang Sheng checked the time. It was already five in the afternoon.

Thinking about how he had skipped school all afternoon, Yang Sheng decided to attend evening self-study.

He did not want anyone to catch him slipping on the very first day after Jiang Tian had recommended him.

Although it was perfectly normal for students in the High-Aspiration Class to skip lessons.

Since Yang Sheng had transferred into the class, he had never once seen the class monitor, Wang Chao.

His classmates were long used to it as well.

Thus, for those exceptionally strong students, the school rules had never been designed for them.

But Yang Sheng was different. He was not yet as strong as Wang Chao or Li Yan.

And with things so sensitive right now, he needed to keep an even lower profile and be even more cautious.

After Yang Sheng removed his equipment and stepped out of the private room,

he was shocked to discover that the area outside was already packed with people.

The owner of Tianhai was the first to rush over and give him a huge hug.

"Yang Sheng, you're my lucky star."

It turned out that the Stellar Martial Arts Match System could synchronously broadcast live matches within the system.

Yang Sheng's story of starting from the lowest rank, steadily defeating ordinary opponents, persevering even when he encountered powerful enemies, and gradually climbing the ranks was livestreamed from start to finish by Tianhai's business-genius owner.

It not only brought enormous popularity to his gym, but also attracted quite a few male and female fans for Yang Sheng.

"So this is Yang Sheng? He really looks just like his virtual avatar. He looked so cool when he used that elbow strike."

"His Whirling Wind Hand is what's truly cool. Using softness to overcome strength is far more impressive to watch than techniques like the Turtle-Shrinking Technique or Counter-Stabbing Hand."

"He's only eighteen. His body is in its best condition at that age. I need his genes—they're perfect for having children."

Surrounded by the crowd, Yang Sheng felt somewhat at a loss for the first time.

Fortunately, the owner of Tianhai could not bear to let his precious golden goose suffer even the slightest harm.

He directly called over the gym's fighters to clear a path.

They escorted Yang Sheng out.

Once outside, Yang Sheng strode back to school.

The scene from earlier felt like a dream. The moment he entered the school, he immediately sobered up and faced reality.

He was still only a student at the Lesser Completion of Bright Force stage.

His family's debt problem had yet to be resolved.

And in a few days, a test that would determine whether he could stay awaited him.

More importantly, he had to take the Martial Arts Entrance Exam and, at the examination venue, kill Li Yan with his own hands in a fair and open manner.

"The goal has yet to be achieved, and the gap is still enormous. We must strive to improve—work harder, and harder still!"