Chapter 113

Waaah!

The suite was suddenly swept by a gale, like a bag with the air sucked out, contracting inward without cease.

Xia's hair drifted; having never trained in combat, her center of balance was weak.

Her figure inevitably swayed and staggered, nearly being pulled down.

Fortunately, Old Ren was quick-eyed and quick-handed, steadying her and dragging her away.

His eyes were fixed tightly on the youth standing in the middle of the field, revealing a trace of obvious astonishment.

As an Old Martial Arts practitioner, Old Ren knew better than anyone that without breaking the limit,

with Qin Shi's life force of less than fifty points, it would be absolutely impossible to cause such an effect.

"Body like a furnace, physical body powerful! Breaking the limit is not enough; his New Life Stage must have transformed to perfection! Indeed a rare good seedling!"

Old Ren's gaze burned hot; due to a special relationship, deep in the earth's core slumbered a juvenile Star God that fed on "electrons" and "energy," Hengzhou had always been a desert for Espers and Mechanics, thereby giving birth to a large number of Martial Artists!

Two thousand years earlier, this place was even more deserving of the name "Martial Village" than Jingzhou, which claimed "over a thousand dojos, tens of thousands of sects."

But with the Great Expedition in full swing and New Martial Arts Education promoted and popularized, sects declined, dojos became outdated, everything was shattered and rebuilt, and Old Martial Arts had no place to accommodate itself anymore.

"Qin Classmate, he is indeed very talented! At such an age, completing the breaking of the limit... if not for the Education Bureau's deliberate suppression, Nanhuang Dojo's influence is lower year by year, how could we miss such a hero!"

Old Ren stood in front of Xia, quietly waiting for Qin Shi to gather momentum.

In his perception, every inch of the youth's flesh and blood was surging with violent power; the wool carpet laid on the floor was torn, ripped, and blown away.

His upright posture was like the eye of a typhoon, sucking and pulling tangible streams of air, as if a wind dragon roared and raged, forming a terrifying scene.

"Qin Classmate... is he really human?"

Xia poked her head out, her eyes full of surprise.

The Education Bureau belonged to the administrative system, mostly clerical staff, and rarely saw such a scene.

Even watching fighting matches with friends, or occasionally appreciating those muscular colleagues who often hung out at the gym doing ring wrestling, none of it was as impactful as this scene!

Wearing a high-end suit, a minor high school student with broad shoulders and long legs was like a huge furnace, radiating astonishing heat; just through breathing, he stirred up the entire room's atmosphere.

Even a complete layman who knew nothing of the Martial Artist Path could feel his strength from Qin Shi's back, which contained explosive power.

"Not yet at the Professional Level, just count him as a normal person."

Old Ren said casually.

Where was he normal?

Xia widened her eyes.

But Old Ren smiled smugly:

"We Old Martial Arts practitioners categorize any flesh-and-blood body that cannot tear power armor apart with bare hands or withstand howitzer shells with the flesh as 'normal.'"

This was also where Old Martial Arts practitioners felt superior.

New Martial Arts practitioners would not temper the mortal flesh to the extreme.

They more often served as gears and parts of a huge war machine, cooperating with steel forces to advance or defend.

Sometimes, they even had to serve as "Servant Soldiers" for Divine Machines, clearing ground obstacles and guarding against Mechanical Vanguards throwing Magnetic Absorption Bombs.

But Old Martial Arts practitioners, from ancient times to the present, once stepping onto the battlefield, had only two paths to take.

Either achieve nothing and be an unknown nobody, or shake the Star Sea and behead generals and seize flags!

"Martial Artists, truly terrifying..."

Xia held her breath, watching Qin Classmate as if a lava volcano erupted.

She dared not imagine how terrifying the force of that punch was.

"This punch of mine should be the strongest punch since taking the Old Martial Arts path."

Qin Shi's Qi Sense inside his body had already upgraded into an eight-cylinder engine; as the cycle count continuously accumulated, blood was pumped out like fuel, filling every bone and tendon.

Each of his breaths tightened the Twelve Black Tendons further, like a strong bow drawn to a full moon!

Not only was the carpet trampled to pieces under his two legs, even this high-end suit on his body was about to burst open!

"Still need to hold back a bit; bursting clothes is too ungraceful, and wearing such expensive clothes only once is truly a waste..."

Qin Shi felt his strength had been pushed to about ninety percent; going higher, he might not be able to control the scene.

His five fingers curled, clenching a fist; that violent power was like an angry flood dragon, surging beneath the flesh and blood, overturning rivers and seas, running rampant at will.

"Submit to me!"

Qin Shi raised his arm, as if holding the reins binding a flood dragon, firmly controlling those muscle bundles almost about to burst open within the Punch Eye.

A terrifying storm was brewing!

Boom!

The next moment.

The fist broke through the sticky air wave, like a heavy hammer splitting the ocean, smashing toward the thrown clay tablet.

With Qin Shi's strength and speed, plus precision, it was impossible to miss.

The instant before touching the Containment Object with conceptual rules, he activated the Wind Fist Style skill.

【Raging Surge】!

Thud!

It was as if a shell had fallen and exploded in the room!

"Eh! Sudden power release! What school's technique is this..."

Old Ren's eyebrows suddenly twitched, his face tense, both arms guarding in front of him.

A heavy and solid field seemed to open, blocking the surging violent wind rushing over!

He was already a professional-grade Martial Artist, his five senses sharp enough to capture the subtle movement of a fly's wings from a hundred meters away.

In his observation, Qin Shi's power output underwent an explosive growth with an extremely large span.

If the previous second was merely smashing a wall to pieces, then the next second became hammer-flipping a speeding sports car.

Very inconceivable!

Fortunately, Containment Object YC-522 maintained its Rule Characteristic.

Pure Physical Attack could not destroy it.

This terrifying heavy punch of Qin Shi's, which even made Old Ren adopt a serious expression, struck squarely at the center of the clay tablet.

It did not shatter, nor was it damaged.

Its surface emitted a soft light, like rippling water waves.

Initially relatively calm, but as it absorbed Qin Shi's fist power, it gradually became turbulent and fierce, until it howled vast and mighty!

The point where fist contacted clay tablet, the atmosphere itself sank, then shot out a raging gale, sweeping the surrounding space.

The desk lamp fell and shattered, the curtains were pulled and torn, even the glass window with extremely high compressive strength seemed to suffer wave after wave of tsunami impact, banging loudly.

Like the huge fluctuation of a typhoon passing through, it lasted for about half a minute.

If not for prior notice, the hotel service staff would probably have thought some demolition crew had moved in and was constructing, about to level the suite!

"This performance, don't know if it passes or not."

Qin Shi bared his teeth, five fingers spreading then closing, as if moving to relieve pain.

Over-transporting power made his arm faintly ache.

After all, he only broke through the Tendon Gate Great Limit; the corresponding three layers of bone, skin, membrane haven't been trained to perfection yet.

Otherwise, with his perfect body, he should be able to treat this kind of "ultimate move" as a basic attack, easily unleashing it.

"Very good! Qin Classmate, you are the most outstanding Old Martial Talent I've seen in Hengzhou!"

Old Ren did not stint on praise, speaking from the heart.

If not for the fact he hadn't yet graduated from apprenticeship, lacking the Qualification to accept an apprentice, he would want to immediately clutch this good seedling Qin Shi tight in his hand, lest other Dao Guan in Central City discover him and snatch him away.

This kind of pure power excavated from a mortal flesh body!

Is the ultimate romance of Old Martial Arts practitioners!

Whatever exotic metals, Divine Machines, Star Sea War Ships, smash them all with fists!

"Truly makes my blood boil! Didn't expect Tai'an to actually have a rare Limit-Breaking Style!"

Old Ren's tone was excited; even placed in the Old Era martial arts world, Old Martial Arts practitioners who dare tread the path of the Seven Great Limits of the Flesh are actually not many.

Well known, this is a road of no return, no way to turn back halfway.

Moreover, breaking limits requires outstanding aptitude, as well as extraordinary talent.

Not everyone can reach it.

"Ren Laoshi, anything else you need me to do?"

Qin Shi regulated his breath.

That clay tablet floating in mid-air, the "water waves" covering its surface still churning, like a turbulent river.

"You rest first."

Old Ren's eyes were full of approval, slowly shifting away from Qin Shi.

Such a rare Old Martial Talent, for a Dao Guan, is more precious than anything.

He waited a moment, then took down the clay tablet.

That torrent-like light had already weakened a lot.

"Qin Classmate's explosive power, as well as physical quality, have already exceeded his own thirty points of Qi Life Force."

Old Ren sighed, the so-called "potential" of the Martial Artist Path is not the height of Qi Life Force numbers.

Like top students of a First-Rank Academy, as long as they train properly, nutrition sufficient.

Reaching the critical value of fifty to sixty points is not difficult.

Guarantee diligence and hard work, self-discipline and persistence is enough.

But over seventy percent of those students, with high probability cannot cross the seventy-point threshold.

No matter how you pile resources, growth speed will slow to a difficult-to-accept degree.

And this, New Martial Arts calls "Upper Limit", Old Martial Arts calls "Potential".

Like Qin Shi this kind of actual combat power far exceeding Qi Life Force numbers, is the most classic genius template of the Martial Artist Path.

Known as "Transcendent Combat, like eating and drinking", "Peerless in Same Rank"!

Standard peer-generation Vanguard.

"Hope Master can loosen his mouth, such a good seedling, leaving him in Tai'an is too much a pity."

Old Ren already couldn't wait to pack Qin Shi onto the train.

"I've rested well, Ren Laoshi."

Qin Shi took a breather; his blood bar is relatively thick, recovery also fast, adjusted in a few minutes.

"Then, bring on the next."

Truthfully, Old Ren doesn't know by what standard Master decides whether it's a pass.

But judging by Qin Shi's performance, Martial God Successor might be a bit of an exaggeration, but "genius" is fully deserved.

At worst a "Huimonth" level, with hope for "Sun".

"This, is, the, power, of, ten, thousand, ages! Shatter, the, unyielding, uproot, the, resilient!"

Qin Shi's two eyes fixed on the clay tablet text, layers of nested circular symbols, like a magic-natured vortex, swallowing his spiritual field power into it.

A moment later, a beam of arced light emerged, gradually solidifying from illusory to real.

Immediately after, the second bundle, the third bundle flickered in succession.

The room was brightly lit and dazzling, as if a colored lantern had been lit.

"Ten bundles in total."

Half an hour later, everything ended, and Ren You couldn't help but be amazed.

Subsequently, from the bottom of his heart, he acknowledged the Martial God Successor's extremely heavy reputation.

Qin Classmate's spiritual field power intensity seemed in no way inferior to a mortal body.

This represents one thing!

Qin Shi possesses an extremely rare Spirit-Flesh Unity endowment!

"If he can also gain the favor of the Four Pillars, he would basically be a replica of He Lanchan, and moreover a one hundred percent replication at that."

Ren You harbored an excited mood; perhaps this Qin Classmate would become the Nanhuang Dojo's final True Disciple?

"Qin Classmate, please wait a moment, I will hand this object to Master and have him judge."

He seemed worried Qin Shi would run off, and also said to Xia:

"Trouble you to get Qin Classmate some nutrition meals; his consumption is not small."

Xia nodded, dialed the hotel phone, and had someone prepare.

Waiting until the high-protein, high-energy sumptuous feast was delivered to the doorway, watching Qin Shi wolf it down, only then did Ren You set his mind at ease and leave.

He returned to the sixty-eighth floor suite, stepped into the room, and his mind suddenly grew still, as if infected, his stray thoughts smoothed away.

"Master, the results are already out."

Ren You knelt on the cushion, presenting the clay tablet with both hands.

The withered, small old man received it; he first sensed the power this object had absorbed.

Crackle!

Like a firecracker exploding in the palm, emitting a crisp sound.

The old man lowered his head and glanced at it, simply saying:

"Not bad."

Turning instead to stroke those ten ancient characters, experiencing the spiritual fluctuation within.

This time it took quite a long time; a good long while before he spoke:

"Also very not bad."

Ren You asked expectantly:

"Master, can Qin Classmate be taken a fancy to by you and become a disciple of the Nanhuang Dojo?"

The old man did not answer, merely saying:

"Returning to Center City tonight, are there still tickets? You check. If there are, buy a ticket and go back."

Ren You froze, then became incomparably dejected, hanging his head.

Qin Classmate's talent, even his endowment.

Is already one in ten thousand.

Yet still cannot satisfy Master!

Thinking of Master's advanced age, the decline of the Old Martial Arts faction, and the Nanhuang Dojo's future.

He couldn't help but summon courage, raise his head, and say:

"Master, Qin Classmate he... where is he not good enough? Even placed in Center City, he is a standout among youths! Completely meets the Four Great National Universities' enrollment standard!"

The old man's eyelids narrowed:

"No matter how high the Four Great National Universities' threshold, annual enrollment numbers are still above thirty thousand.

If that is the standard, why would I accept you lot? I'd just run to Imperial Capital Haizhou and pick people directly."

Ren You was instantly rendered speechless, and lowered his head again.

"Right, that guy Xu Bichang, has he also come to Tai'an?"

The old man asked slowly.

He spoke as if lacking breath; every word seemed to take great effort.

"Yes, the Education Bureau dispatched him on official business to inspect, accompanied by Director Lin of Qiguang Heng University.

From what Qin Classmate said, there was an impersonating receptionist, a tuxedo-clad old man who sought him out for questioning; that should be him.

Unknown for what purpose, he actively made contact with Qin Classmate."

Ren You reported.

"He's everywhere, so fond of joining the fun, not afraid one day he'll be stuffed in a sack."

The old man snorted, then said:

"This Qin Classmate meets the Hengzhou Martial Association's education fund sponsorship conditions; eighty million is a bit low, approve according to the highest limit, one hundred fifty million.

Additionally, backed by the Hengzhou Martial Association, permit the SSS-Grade Textbook 'Void Meditation Method' to be held by him, but it must not be privately leaked."

Ren You sighed, still feeling regret.

Even though Master offered the Hengzhou Martial Association's most generous treatment in years, how can these compare to a Nanhuang Dojo True Disciple seat.

One of the extremely few forces in the current world that possesses a Star Cup direct-entry quota — an Old Martial Arts force!

One of the few Old Martial Arts forces that can hold weapons and wear armor, unsupervised by the Patrol Department!

Even more the only Old Martial Arts force that still retains the qualification to ignite the Star Torch and open a Daoist Arena!

"Yes, Master."

Ren You rose, pushed the door, and went out.

The old man holding the clay tablet lowered his head, closed his eyes, as if dozing off.

He immediately took a deep breath; the curling smoke from the boshan incense burner vanished in an instant, and the airflow of the entire room surged toward his lungs like a breached dam releasing floodwaters.

The momentum was so fierce it nearly twisted space, presenting a visual spectacle of "inward collapse."

Then, this Master of Nanhuang Dojo, his withered and diminutive frame, seemed to inflate and fill out bit by bit like a balloon being pumped up.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a powerfully built fierce man standing 2.2 meters tall, with knotted muscles and a terrifying presence.

Strands of white hair floated and scattered, moving without wind, covered by a faint, barely-there pitch-black flame.

His figure flashed; the atmosphere seemed to be torn apart, blasting out a near-vacuum corridor as he arrived atop the eightieth-floor roof.

Looking down at the endless stream of traffic below, he swiftly locked onto a silver-gray Yue Tu Sedan.

"Little Xu, you really don't learn. Daring to snatch someone right under my nose — go lie in a hospital for two months first."

The old man's gaze was sharp; he scanned a circle and finally chose that nearby yellow bulldozer as a handy weapon.

……

……

"Supervisor, I just received word that Elder Zhang and his accompanying Disciple have purchased tickets returning to Central City."

The driving Secretary adjusted his earphone and suddenly spoke.

"I knew it — Zhang's standards are impossibly high. Qin Classmate, who has broken through two limits and passed both Tendon Gate and Spirit Gate, still falls a bit short.

The Dojo successor he wants must display a monstrous side. Such as a perfect transformation of the mortal body, and spiritual perfection through Entry into Samadhi.

These elements appear only on a Heavenly Prodigy crafted by heaven itself.

Qin Classmate can only be considered outstanding — not enough to be peerless across the Star Sea."

The tuxedo-clad old man named Xu Bichang smiled faintly:

"Since he didn't take a liking to him, I'll take him in... hmm?"

A sudden alarm struck his heart; for no reason, his hair stood on end.

Acting on instinct, he reached up and tore open the car roof, about to leap out!

But in his field of vision was a yellow giant object plummeting from hundreds of meters up!

"Who threw a bulldozer!?"

Xu Bichang roared inwardly; before he could even mount a defense, the heavy kinetic energy carrying a wild howling wind bore down ruthlessly!

……

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"Master."

After a long while, Old Ren returned to the room with a dejected expression, like someone who had missed a winning lottery ticket.

"If we leave now, we can still catch the transport."

The withered, diminutive old man waved a hand:

"Mm, you go."

"Ah?"

Old Ren froze.

"Master, aren't you coming with me?"

The withered, diminutive old man, seeming like a guttering candle in the wind, shook his head:

"What would I go back for? Notify the rest of the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters — Nanhuang Dojo is relocating, moving from Central City to Tai'an."

(Chapter End)