The Shocked Crowd!

As Lin Mo left the city, Lu Yingying dialed a number.

"Grandpa!"

"Yingying, what brings you to call me today?" Lu Yingying's grandfather, Lu Li, answered the phone with a chuckle.

"Let me tell you, your old comrade Grandpa Yang struck gold this time."

"Struck gold? What do you mean?" Lu Li was taken aback. The Grandpa Yang Lu Yingying referred to was none other than Yang Ziqing, the current principal of Jiangcheng No. 2 High School.

"Today, a student from their school named Lin Mo came to get certified as a Martial Artist. Guess what happened?"

"Huh? A student? Martial Artist certification?" Hearing those words, Lu Li immediately sensed something unusual.

A student from Yang Ziqing's school—at most eighteen years old—and already able to get certified as a Martial Artist?

"That's right. You have no idea—I was stunned. He actually passed the Martial Artist certification. It was incredible."

"Oh? That's impressive indeed." After hearing his granddaughter's account, Lu Li grew somewhat interested and casually opened his computer.

He entered the name Lin Mo into the database.

First off, an eighteen-year-old student with such high blood vitality? Even the scions of major families, raised on a steady diet of precious medicinal materials and elixirs, would barely match this. But the kicker was that his granddaughter said this kid had no background and was even an orphan?

That piqued Lu Li's interest immensely.

However, when Lin Mo's file appeared before him, Lu Li was dumbfounded.

"Two files?"

Spotting one file marked "Classified," Lu Li immediately sat up straight.

He opened the file, took one glance, and his eyes went wide as he shot to his feet.

"What? First-grade blood vitality, but third-grade Combat Power Value? How is that possible!" Lu Li was utterly shocked.

This kid's Combat Power Value had actually broken a thousand!

Eighteen years old, still in high school, and the martial techniques he'd learned were just Military Boxing and some basic blade, spear, sword, and claw techniques. Such techniques couldn't exceed Yellow grade.

His force application was crude, with at most a two-fold combat power multiplier—impossible to reach four or five times. Yet Lin Mo had somehow pulled it off.

And on top of that, this kid had absolutely no background.

That was terrifying—a prodigy, a freak of nature!

"Yingying, something's come up. I need to go now. We'll talk later."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Without delay, Lu Li eagerly made a call to verify the authenticity of Lin Mo's file again.

Soon, Lu Li confirmed everything.

"Excellent. Our Southern Province has produced such a freak." With a gratified expression, Lu Li dialed another number.

"Hey, old leader? What wind blows you to call me today?" Yang Ziqing's voice came through on the other end.

At that moment, he was fretting.

This time, their No. 2 High School's Martial Arts Training Class had only enrolled twelve students.

That meant only twelve people this year had reached a blood vitality of 85 or above.

The senior year had fifteen classes, each with a hundred students. Out of 1,500 people, only twelve had made the cut—less than one percent.

To be fair, this result wasn't bad for Jiangcheng; it was even among the top. Becoming a Martial Artist wasn't easy.

But his old rival, No. 1 High School, had hit the jackpot this time—twenty-five students with blood vitality over 85. That was thirteen more than him, more than double.

At last night's dinner, the principal of No. 1 High School had bragged all evening, constantly throwing jabs at him, which left Yang Ziqing thoroughly annoyed.

"Old Yang, you're not playing fair! Just a while ago, you were complaining to me that this year's crop was barren and you'd be crushed by No. 1 High School, and yet you've been hiding such a freak student."

With him around, No. 1 High School would be crushed in no time, right?"

"Old leader, what are you saying?"

Hearing Lu Li's words, Yang Ziqing was completely baffled.

How was there some hidden monster, and how would they crush No. 1 High School in no time?

"Oh, still playing dumb with me? That Lin Mo from your school went to the Martial Artist Building today to get certified as a martial artist, and he passed."

"Huh? Old leader, are you messing with me? Who's Lin Mo?"

"Hm? Are you itching for trouble, old man? Still hiding it from me?"

"No, even if you weren't my old leader, with your status as Southern Province Commander, I wouldn't dare deceive you.

The problem is, I don't understand a single thing you're saying."

"???" Hearing Yang Ziqing's words, Lu Li grew puzzled too.

There was no reason for Yang Ziqing to hide this from him. If the school had produced such a monster, he'd be overjoyed. Why did it seem like Yang Ziqing knew nothing at all?

"I'll send you a document. Take a look yourself."

Without hanging up, Lu Li directly sent a document over.

Of course, what he sent was just the surface-level martial artist certification materials.

Yang Ziqing tapped his computer, and a form appeared before him—it was Lin Mo's martial artist certification data!

With just one glance, Yang Ziqing shot to his feet, his face full of disbelief.

"Holy crap? Lin Mo? Class 5 Grade 12? Blood Qi Value 160? Combat Power Value 330? What the hell?"

Yang Ziqing was dumbfounded.

Did his school even have someone like this?

Why didn't he remember at all?

"Old leader, I really don't know about this. Hang on, let me make a call first."

Without waiting for Lu Li to respond, Yang Ziqing hung up directly.

"Ah, damn it, that old bastard actually hung up on me."

On the other end of the line, Lu Li started cursing.

Good thing what he showed Yang Ziqing wasn't the classified file data, or that would've been a disaster.

"Hello? Teacher Li Mei, come to my office now."

On his end, 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 called for me..."

"Li Mei, is there a student in your class named Lin Mo?"

"Uh, yes, there is one named Lin Mo. What's wrong?"

"His... current Blood Qi Value?" Yang Ziqing didn't say it outright, suppressing his excitement as he asked slowly.

"Last test was close to 66 cal."

"66 cal?" Hearing this, Yang Ziqing frowned.

"What's he like as a person?" Yang Ziqing asked again.

"Lin Mo is usually very hardworking. He exceeds all the exercises and requirements in martial arts class. Unfortunately, his parents died early, so he has no background or financial support, and his talent is... a bit average, so... Oh, right, Principal, you should remember him."

"Me? Remember him? Why?"

Li Mei's words left the principal confused.

"Didn't I get a spot for him in the Martial Arts Training Class as an auditor? That was for Lin Mo."

"Ah? It's him? No wonder it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it."

"Principal, why are you suddenly asking about him? Is something up?"

"It seems this kid has been hiding deep."

"??? Principal, what do you mean by that?" This time, it was Li Mei's turn to be confused.

"See for yourself."

Yang Ziqing didn't say much, just turned the computer screen toward her.

"What!"

When Li Mei finished reading the form on the computer, she was completely stunned.

"Teacher Li, contact Lin Mo immediately. Have him enter the Martial Arts Training Class directly.

No, the Martial Arts Training Class might no longer suit him."

"Just ask him directly what support he needs—potions, medicinal materials, or money—the school will provide it all without reservation."

"This time, whether our No. 2 High School can stand out and crush No. 1 High School depends on him."

"Understood, Principal!" Li Mei was also excited at this moment.

The student she had her eye on—she had thought he would be held back by his talent and family background.

Who would have thought that when all hope seemed lost, Lin Mo would turn out to be this strong.

Looking back, she had even thought Lin Mo had given up on himself. It seemed she had overthought it.

He simply looked down on the Martial Arts Training Class.

With results like his, attending the Martial Arts Training Class was completely pointless.