Chapter 220

All examinees were dumbfounded.

Everyone is a martial artist—how does this work?

You should know, cultivating such a genius class in the senior year of high school (age eighteen) requires countless resources, hundreds of millions of funds.

Even if you have talent, you still need sufficient financial support.

Just like Wu Chen, the heaven's pride of No. 3 Middle School, only eighteen and ranked among the top ten in Sichuan Province—but… if he weren't born into the Sichuan Wu Family, he'd at most be close to a martial artist.

When there were over five thousand.

It was Qin Yu's turn to go on stage.

On the stage already stood a student from Rongcheng No. 1 High School, stalwart and muscular, his whole body like an iron tower.

Upon hearing it was No. 3 Middle School from Rongcheng, he froze for a moment.

When the broadcast announced Class Five, Qin Yu.

A student from No. 1 High School shouted directly at the referee: 'Surrender! I surrender!'

How unlucky am I?

Running into Class Five of No. 3 Middle School would be bad enough.

And to actually run into Qin Yu?

You should know, Qin Yu's videos have swept across Great Xia; countless senior high students regard him as an idol, admiring him immensely.

The force unleashed by that punch is enough to instantly crush a fifth-rank martial artist.

With my small frame of only 180 points of qi and blood, I might as well forget it.

"Rongcheng No. 3 Middle School, Qin Yu wins!"

On Qin Yu's side, every time he encountered an opponent, he never even stepped out of the waiting area—they all forfeited outright.

This even left him somewhat astonished.

Among them was also a student from the elite class of Rongcheng No. 2 Middle School, at the second-rank level.

He even had no desire to make a move.

Countless examinees have already tacitly accepted Qin Yu as the first-place contender in the big exam.

Whoever runs into him can only consider themselves unlucky.

Just forfeiting outright can spare them a beating.

As time passed, the fourth round ended, and the countless ticket-holding spectators in the stands all wore wry smiles.

They had come to see whether Qin Yu truly possessed the strength of a fifth-rank martial artist.

Just as the online rumors claimed.

To witness it with their own eyes.

The result? From start to finish, he never lifted a finger—isn't that just playing with people?

Even some fans splurged on scalped tickets at high prices, yet didn't even catch a glimpse of their idol.

The Examination Bureau was also a bit dazed; according to past years, shouldn't you be giving your all in the college entrance exam?

You should know, this ranking determines whether you can advance to a martial university!

Immediately, he picked up the microphone, cleared his throat, and announced: 'The fourth round is over; the top 3,125 students will smoothly advance to the final exam!'

"Everyone will head to the Sichuan Caverns to face the feral beasts head-on."

"The Sichuan Ministry of Culture has set up a trial ground here, filled entirely with low-rank feral beasts."

"Slaying a rankless feral beast earns one point; slaying a first-rank feral beast earns ten points."

"Slaying a second-rank feral beast earns a hundred points; slaying a third-rank feral beast earns a thousand points!"

"Now, I hope everyone will step forward and take action!"

"Moreover, eighteen first-rate martial universities will have special recruitment slots in this college entrance exam, including two top-tier martial universities, which will also allocate ten additional slots for direct enrollment."

"I hope that when you encounter extremely strong opponents, you will advance bravely, give it your all, and not fear failure!"

"The martial university leaders are watching you; even if you lose, an outstanding performance can still earn you special recruitment!"

The Examination Bureau looked down at the 3,100 students who had advanced, but after hearing that, they merely gave a perfunctory round of applause.

Even a student from Rongcheng No. 1 High School curled his lip.

Their strongest here are just three second-rank martial artists, while Qin Yu is actually a third-rank martial artist who can rival a fifth-rank—what a joke.

"This leader really speaks from a place of no back pain—how is Class Five of the senior year supposed to fight? Earlier, the seed player from No. 4 Middle School refused to back down, faced off against that guy named Chen Zihao, and ended up getting beaten on the spot after revealing his peak second-rank combat power."

"Moreover, their cultivation techniques are rather arcane, extremely profound—definitely not something high schools can master; their fist techniques are mysterious and unfathomable."

Everyone wore a look of despair.

Most people weren't even thinking about seizing the slots at top-tier martial universities.

Those martial artists who could go out and fight basically could get into a first-rate martial university; the requirements were sufficient.

What's the point of fighting then?

These people are all freaks.

Earlier, someone fought the senior year Class Five to a mutual loss, originally thinking that even if they lost, the opponent would likewise lose in the next round and be eliminated.

But… when that senior year Class Five returned to the waiting area, Qin Yu promptly pulled out a bunch of recovery pills.

What a joke—I won the fight but ended up heavily injured, and I'll lose in the next round anyway.

Moreover, the strength of senior year Class Five is generally strong, surpassing that of ordinary martial artists.

Their qi and blood are immensely abundant; they're all tough as nails.

"Looks like it's ending today." Qin Yu stretched lazily; he hadn't expected the college entrance exam to end so simply.

In the upcoming big exam, I just need to slay two third-rank feral beasts.

Many of the students in senior year Class Five also felt a bit dazed right now.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

They, just seven days ago, were merely ordinary students with a little over 100 points of qi and blood, and even this was only possible after their families exhausted everything, scraping together resources to help them improve before the college entrance exam.

Their only goal was to enter the martial university!

If they had the chance, entering a first-rate martial university would be the dream.

But now the dream has come true, they have successfully advanced, leaving everyone feeling incredulous.

Extremely easy.

After five rounds, in basically three of them they encountered opponents who surrendered.

At this moment, everyone's gaze turned to Qin Yu standing beside them.

If it weren't for not having Father Yu!

How could they possibly have come this far?

They were deeply moved.

They could obtain resources worth several million for cultivation.

Even their own fathers couldn't achieve this level.

All the students in Class 5 of Grade 12 now had crystal-clear tears swirling in their eye sockets.

How could they not be moved?

They took out nearly a hundred million worth of resources at once, mobilizing senior students from Magic City Martial University to teach, and so on.

They kept all of this in their hearts.

"It seems everyone has a chance to get into a top martial university," Qin Yu said somewhat hesitantly.

According to this standard, as long as there are enough spots, there is a chance to enter Magic City Martial University.

Then wasn't my earlier layout at West River Martial University wasted?

All I gained was a sycophantic principal who occasionally sends me messages, asking when I'll come again for an inspection.

But it also counts as doing something for my hometown.

Chen Zihan and the others definitely have a chance to make a push.

But ordinary first-rank martial artists would probably need to struggle.

Soon after, without thinking further, they waited quietly for an hour, and as the buses arrived, they were taken straight to the West River Underground.

In a military fortress on the outskirts.

At its very core, there was a pitch-black space rift emitting a faint, eerie light, looking extraordinarily strange.

Qin Yu and the others entered it.

Outside the passage there was a faint light; after walking out, they were all shocked.

An ancient city pool stretching thirty li stood firm, its surface covered in thick, dark blood that had corroded over the years and clung to the city walls.

The shattered land and dim sky seemed like the end of the world.

But... at this moment, outside the ancient city.

Two armies clad in ancient armor appeared, guarding on the side.

A muscular, scarred strongman wearing a vest walked over, greeted the Qian Department, and then appeared beside Qin Yu.

"West River Third Legion, Zhang Buhuai, greets Lord Qin."

"If anything changes in the trial field, just press this button, and three thousand martial artists will rush to assist at any time!"

"Thank you, Lord Qin, thank you Nanshan Medical Clinic!"

In the midst of speaking, they performed a military salute.

One hundred thousand Qi Blood Pills.

Various recovery pills.

Sold at low cost to the West River Underground.

Enough to save countless soldiers' lives and enhance their self-defense capabilities.

As for the Qian Department... they're too stingy.

Just a greeting and that's it.

Qian Yi rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything.

This reinforcement from Nanshan Medical Management, according to market value, is worth hundreds of billions.

For the martial artist army, this is the most important resource!

Countless examinees witnessed this scene and were shocked, originally thinking that these thousands of martial artists were there to protect them.

The result was that they were actually there to protect Qin Yu??

Holy shit!

Others even count their reinforcements by legions!

What a bunch of bullshit!

If Chen Taihang didn't think it was too ostentatious, he would have insisted on pulling out the entire West River Underground's legion to show off his muscles to Qin Yu.

Hope to be able to feed a bit more……