As Lin Mo left the city, Lu Yingying made a phone call.
"Grandpa!"
"Yingying, what brought this on? How do you have time to call Grandpa today?"
Lu Yingying's grandfather, Lu Li, answered with a chuckle.
"Let me tell you, Grandpa Yang, your old comrade-in-arms, picked up a treasure this time."
"Picked up a treasure? What do you mean?"
Lu Li froze. The Grandpa Yang Lu Yingying mentioned was Yang Ziqing, the current principal of Jiangcheng No. 2 High School.
"A student named Lin Mo from their school went to get Martial Artist Certification today. Guess what happened?"
"Hm? A student? Getting Martial Artist Certification?"
The moment he heard those words, Lu Li sensed that something was out of the ordinary.
A student from Yang Ziqing's school meant he could be no older than eighteen, yet he was already qualified for Martial Artist Certification?
"That's right. You have no idea—I was stunned at the time. He actually passed the Martial Artist Certification. He's incredible."
"Oh? That really was impressive."
After hearing his granddaughter out, Lu Li grew interested and casually turned on his computer.
He entered the name Lin Mo into the database.
An eighteen-year-old student with such high Blood Qi? Even the children of great lineages, raised from birth on precious medicinal materials and potions, would only be around that level.
The issue was, his granddaughter had said this kid had no background and was even an orphan?
That piqued Lu Li's interest immensely.
Yet when Lin Mo's information appeared before him, Lu Li was dumbstruck.
"Two files?"
When he saw that one of them bore the words "Confidential," Lu Li instantly sat up straight.
He opened the file, and after just one glance, Lu Li's eyes widened as he shot to his feet.
"What? First-grade Blood Qi, but Third-grade Combat Power Value? How is that possible?!"
Lu Li was utterly shocked.
This kid's Combat Power Value had actually broken through one thousand!
He was only eighteen, still in high school. The martial skills he had learned were merely Military Boxing and some basic saber, spear, sword, and claw techniques.
Skills like those could not possibly surpass the Yellow grade.
Their force techniques were rough, and their combat power amplification could at most double. It was impossible for them to reach four or five times.
Yet Lin Mo had done exactly that.
And this kid had absolutely no background whatsoever.
That was terrifying. He was heaven-blessed, a monstrous prodigy!
"Yingying, something suddenly came up. I need to get busy first. We'll talk about the rest later."
"Alright, Grandpa."
Afterward, Lu Li eagerly made several calls to verify the authenticity of Lin Mo's information once again.
Before long, Lu Li had confirmed it all.
"Good! Southern Province has actually produced such a monster."
With a gratified expression, Lu Li immediately dialed a number.
"Hello? Old leader, what wind blew you my way today? What made you think to call me?"
Yang Ziqing's voice came from the other end of the phone.
At that moment, he was worrying himself sick.
This time, Jiangcheng No. 2 High School's Martial Arts Training Class had only admitted twelve students in total.
That meant only twelve students in this year's class had reached Blood Qi Value 85 or above.
Grade 12 had fifteen classes, with one hundred students in each class.
Out of fifteen hundred students, only twelve had met the standard—not even one percent.
In River City, though, that result was not bad. It was even among the best.
Becoming a martial artist was not something that came easily.
But his old rival, No. 1 High School, had suddenly struck gold this time. Twenty-five students had Blood Qi above 85.
That was thirteen more than his school—more than double.
At last night's dinner, No. 1 High School's principal had strutted about all evening, constantly needling him with his words and leaving him thoroughly displeased.
"Old Yang, you're really something! Not long ago, you were crying to me about how this year's talent pool had withered and how No. 1 High School would crush you. Yet you hid such a monstrous student from me.
"With him around, wouldn't you crush No. 1 High School in minutes?"
"Old leader, what are you talking about?"
Yang Ziqing was completely baffled by Lu Li's words.
How had he hidden a monster? How was he supposed to crush No. 1 High School in minutes?
"Oh, still putting on an act for me? That Lin Mo from your school went to the Martial Artist Building for certification today, and he's already passed it."
"Ah? Old leader, are you pulling my leg? Who is Lin Mo?"
"Hm? You old bastard, are you itching for a beating? You're still hiding it from me?"
"No, old leader. Forget that you're my former leader—even if you weren't, with your status as Southern Province Commander, I wouldn't dare deceive you.
"The problem is, old leader, I don't understand a word of what you're saying."
"???" After hearing Yang Ziqing's words, Lu Li became confused as well.
There was no reason for Yang Ziqing to hide it from him. His school had produced such a monster—he should have been overjoyed. Why did it seem as though Yang Ziqing knew nothing at all?
"I'll send you a document. Take a look for yourself."
Without hanging up, Lu Li directly sent a document over.
Of course, what he sent was only the ordinary Martial Artist Certification file.
Yang Ziqing clicked on his computer, and a form appeared before his eyes—it was Lin Mo's Martial Artist Certification information!
After only one glance, Yang Ziqing abruptly stood up, his face filled with disbelief.
"Holy shit? Lin Mo? Class 5 Grade 12? Blood Qi Value 160? Combat Power Value 330? What the hell?!"
Yang Ziqing was dumbfounded.
Did his school really have someone like that?
Why did he have no impression of him at all?
"Old leader, I really don't know about this. Wait a moment, I'll make a call first."
Before Lu Li could say anything, Yang Ziqing hung up.
"Damn it, that old bastard actually hung up on me."
On the other end, Lu Li began cursing under his breath.
Good thing he had not shown Yang Ziqing the information from the confidential file. Otherwise, who knew what would have happened?
"Hello? Ms. Li Mei, come to my office right away."
Over there, Yang Ziqing directly called Li Mei, the homeroom teacher of Class 5 Grade 12.
Before long, Li Mei arrived at the Principal's Office.
"Principal, you wanted to see me...?"
"Li Mei, is there a student in your class named Lin Mo?"
"Uh, yes. There is a student named Lin Mo. What's wrong?"
"His... what is his Blood Qi Value now?" Yang Ziqing did not reveal anything directly, suppressing the excitement in his heart as he slowly asked.
"At the last test, it was close to 66 points."
"66 points?" Yang Ziqing frowned upon hearing that.
"What kind of person is he?" Yang Ziqing asked again.
"Lin Mo is usually very diligent. He completes every exercise and requirement in martial cultivation class beyond the required standard. Unfortunately, his parents died early, and he has no background or financial resources. His talent is also... somewhat ordinary, so...
"By the way, Principal, you should remember him."
"Me? I remember him? Why?"
Li Mei's words left the principal somewhat confused.
"Didn't I secure an auditing spot in the Martial Arts Training Class from you? It was for Lin Mo."
"Ah? It was him? No wonder the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd heard it."
"Principal, why are you suddenly asking about him? Did something happen?"
"It seems this kid has been hiding himself very deeply."
"??? Principal, what do you mean by that?" This time, it was Li Mei's turn to be confused.
"See for yourself."
Yang Ziqing said nothing more and turned the computer screen toward her.
"What?!"
When Li Mei finished reading the form on the computer, she was completely stunned.
"Ms. Li, contact Lin Mo immediately and have him enter the Martial Arts Training Class directly.
"No, the Martial Arts Training Class may no longer suit him.
"Ask him directly what support he needs—potions, medicinal materials, or money. Our school will support him with everything we have.
"Whether No. 2 High School can rise up this time and crush No. 1 High School depends on him."
"Alright, Principal!" Li Mei was also thrilled at that moment.
The student she had thought highly of—she had believed he would be defeated by his talent and family circumstances.
Who would have thought that after darkness, willow trees and bright flowers would reveal another village? Lin Mo was actually this strong.
Thinking back, she had even believed Lin Mo had given up on himself. It seemed she had overthought things.
It was simply that he did not think much of the Martial Arts Training Class.
With results like these, attending the Martial Arts Training Class would be completely meaningless.
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