Chapter 15: One Fist!

The few students still waiting stood there sluggishly, looking at each other.

"How are we supposed to fight this? Director Xia Dong is too strong; there's simply no way to pass."

"Can Zhang Qingsi and the others really pass?"

"Can we pass?"

The crowd looked troubled; just watching a single move, they could see no chance of victory.

To the side, one of the many teachers watching the battle spoke up:

"As the top students, Yu Zhiwen and the other two passed the test last Friday under our witness. We can stake our own reputations on the fact that it was absolutely fair."

As the teacher's voice fell, the students still waiting looked at each other, many wearing bitter expressions.

Was the gap between them and Yu Zhiwen's trio already this vast?

"Next," Xia Dong said indifferently.

He swept his gaze over Chen Yan and the others, his expression calm, though he was feeling a sense of emotion inside.

Why did he choose Zhang Qingsi and the other two for Private Training?

Isn't it just because there was no need for the others.

Soon, other students began.

"Fail, next."

"You're okay. Although you couldn't win, you're stronger than the last one, but, fail."

"Fail."

Chen Yan watched quietly. Xia Dong was indeed formidable. One couldn't tell the opponent's strength, but their moves were too varied. Facing students like them who had basically never learned any techniques, it was simply a Dimensional Reduction Strike.

What they practiced at school on a daily basis was merely for physical fitness.

Soon, three students from Class One finished their tests first, and surprisingly, not a single one passed.

"Sigh."

Not far away, the Class Head Teacher of Class One let out a sigh with an unsightly expression.

Seven students from their class had passed the Fist Power Test. He knew no one would be a match for Yu Zhiwen, but it shouldn't be the case that only Yu Zhiwen could pass Xia Dong's test.

"Director Xia, please go easy on them, at least don't make the True Martial Prize Money selection so monotonous."

Wang Yang, the Class Head Teacher of Class Three, spoke quietly.

If, excluding the top students, no one else could pass Xia Dong's test, then this True Martial Selection might as well have been decided internally from the start.

Xia Dong glanced at Wang Yang and smiled lightly:

"It's no problem for me to go easier, but is it useful?"

The three Class Head Teachers gave a bitter laugh and said nothing more.

Although Xia Dong said this, he did ease up during the subsequent tests. Soon, of the three remaining students from Class One, one passed the test and ran out of the Training Room.

Xia Dong continued the testing. When it was Class Two's turn, two more people were eliminated in a row.

"Yu Zhiwen of Class One has successfully defended the ring."

The Principal's voice came through the broadcast into the Training Room.

A Smile appeared on the corner of Xia Dong's mouth; the Class One student who had just passed the test was eliminated by Yu Zhiwen again so quickly.

Is it useful for him to relax the testing standards?

Aren't they still going to be eliminated?

He had selected the three most excellent students in the whole school for Private Training; these three students would only become stronger than the others.

"Next." Xia Dong looked at the last student from Class Two.

That honest-looking Male Student suddenly threw a Fist toward Xia Dong.

"Oh?"

Xia Dong kicked Gao Yuan away and asked in surprise:

"What was your Fist Power Test score?"

"One hundred and seventy-one." The student named Gao Yuan rubbed his Brain and said with a laugh:

"I asked the teacher to teach me last time, but the teacher didn't agree."

Xia Dong waved his hand and changed the subject: "Your Fist Power just now should have been two hundred and fifty. You definitely hid your strength during the previous Fist Power Test."

"Hahaha..." Gao Yuan laughed honestly without answering.

This time, Xia Dong attacked again. After several moves, although the student named Gao Yuan didn't block them, he relied on his own strength and was not knocked back.

The Class Head Teacher of Class Two, whose expression had been ugly, looked better and gave Gao Yuan a thumbs-up with his Thumb.

"You passed," Xia Dong said.

"Thank you, teacher." Gao Yuan ran out of the Training Room Laughing.

Gao Yuan was certainly no match for Xia Dong, but as the selection teacher, Xia Dong was only judging whether the students had the qualifications to participate in the selection.

"Teacher Liu, your class's Gao Yuan is not bad."

By the window, the Class Head Teacher of Class Three, Wang Yang, spoke, but his Gaze was fixed on the last person for the selection.

Chen Yan.

He sighed in his heart. Chen Yan also had talent, but Zhang Qingsi had not only achieved Awakening of Qi and Blood but also received Private Training from Xia Dong. Over these past few days, his SoulRefining had stabilized, and his strength had increased explosively.

Even last Friday, Zhang Qingsi had a match against Wang Yu from Class Two and actually defeated Wang Yu.

Wang Yu had not achieved Awakening of Qi and Blood after all; Zhang Qingsi, with the support of SoulRefining in the battle, was very strong.

"The last one, from Class Three."

Xia Dong finally looked at the silent Chen Yan and waved his hand indifferently.

A thin figure wearing a White T-shirt walked over slowly. Although his attire was simple, it was very clean. Coupled with his handsome face, even if his strength wasn't up to par, he still attracted the eyes of all the teachers.

"Chen Yan from Class Three, who lay on a Hospital Bed for a year last year, is already doing quite well to have walked to this point."

A teacher commented with praise; no teacher dislikes a diligent student.

Wang Yang nodded in appreciation.

"Begin." Xia Dong looked at the Youth before him, vaguely remembering that he had scolded the other party for being late this morning.

"Director Xia." Chen Yan spoke up, and Xia Dong raised an eyebrow.

A Smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yan's Mouth, and then a Finger pointed toward the Playground outside the window:

"May I ask, do you know who that Bronze Statue is?"

Xia Dong Frown, glancing at Chen Yan.

He vaguely remembered the other party having asked him this question before.

At this very moment, a wave of shocking cheers suddenly erupted from the Playground.

The teachers inside the Training Room were all startled.

"Wang Yu of Class Two defending the ring... failed!"

On the broadcast, the Principal's voice carried a hint of excitement; he hadn't managed to turn off the loudspeaker in time, and the next question still rang out over the broadcast:

"Gao Yuan, when did you undergo the Awakening of Qi and Blood?"

Beside Chen Yan, Xia Dong, who had previously held a lukewarm attitude, saw his Pupil suddenly constrict; he opened his Mouth wide, full of disbelief, and prepared to leave the Training Room immediately.

Wang Yu had been following him since this year, and after learning for so long, he had ended up defeated by an unknown Gao Yuan.

More importantly, that Gao Yuan had actually undergone the Awakening of Qi and Blood and had not reported it to the Xue Xiao.

Xia Dong's heart beat violently; why hadn't that Gao Yuan reported it to the Xue Xiao? If he had, he could have provided Private Training to Gao Yuan!

Not only had his Disciple lost, but he had also lost a great opportunity to befriend a future martial artist.

Xia Dong felt even more anxious; he could no longer care about the current test and prepared to leave directly.

"Director Xia, and Chen Yan, at least wait for the test to end before going out!"

By the window, Wang Yang, with surprise appearing in his eyes, immediately shouted. Xia Dong paused in his tracks and looked at Chen Yan with a Frown, the anxiety in his eyes deepening:

"You, hurry up and begin."

Hurry up and begin, hurry up and end; now Xia Dong only wanted to know exactly how Wang Yu had lost.

And that Gao Yuan, why did he not report to the Xue Xiao after the Awakening of Qi and Blood?

Bang, bang, bang!

Before him, the student named Chen Yan had already charged toward him, and a trace of helplessness appeared in Xia Dong's eyes.

Charging directly?

How did he attend school normally?

Exposing all of his own openings, how could he be so stupid?

In just a split second of thought, Xia Dong kicked toward Chen Yan, and at that very instant, a flash of Lightning seemed to streak through Xia Dong's Brain.

No, this speed is wrong!

The instant Xia Dong's Foot was about to strike Chen Yan's Chest, he saw the thin Youth's Fist thrust out violently, smashing into the top of Xia Dong's Foot.

Bang!

The moment the Fist met the sole of the Foot, Xia Dong's eyes widened, feeling a massive force strike the sole of his Foot.

Accompanied by a wave of pain, this immense force surged along his right leg into his body; Xia Dong's body could not help but lift, and he flew backward four or five meters, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of Dust.

Buzz...

A series of Buzzing sounds rang out in his Brain; Xia Dong lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.

What happened?