Chapter 158: Daxia Trembles, First Stage Ends!

100!

The red score appeared on the screen.

Countless people in Daxia stared intently at this score.

And behind the score, a line of text also appeared.

29:58

It turned out to be the time Su Yu took to complete the first-stage theory test.

It was just two seconds shy of thirty minutes.

In an instant, the entire live-stream room shook.

"Holy crap, he actually finished all the questions within thirty minutes and got a perfect score—could this Su Yu be a human calculator?"

"Gosh, it's terrifying—you know the difficulty of the college entrance exam is several times that of usual, especially the last few questions; even some learned people might not manage to finish them!"

"Hahaha, as expected of the top prodigy of the southern region—what about the people from Jingdu and Modu? Keep barking!"

If one could hear everyone's voices right now, they'd surely hear waves of gasps.

You know, since Daxia reinstated the college entrance exam, no one has ever scored a perfect 100 within thirty minutes.

"I recall the fastest was a prodigy a few years ago who took a full forty‑five minutes to get a perfect score."

"And now Su Yu actually scored a perfect 100 within thirty minutes—how monstrous!"

In the live‑stream room, countless barrage comments shot up, expressing shock.

At this moment, in the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Artists Association.

Wang Long looked at the screen, his eyes lit up, and he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, as expected of Jiangnan Province's top prodigy—he scored a perfect on the first stage and even broke Daxia's record, great!"

Wang Long was utterly delighted.

Su Yu is from Jiangnan Province, and his achieving such a score is extremely important for the province.

After all, a large part of each region's resources is allocated based on the yearly exam results.

If Su Yu gets a good score, Jiangnan Province could receive even richer resources next year.

By then, the number of strong individuals in Jiangnan Province could increase.

How could Wang Long not be delighted?

"Hahaha, I'm going to go see the looks on those two old fogeys' faces—I can't wait to see their envy, jealousy, and hatred!"

Wang Long stroked his beard, and in a flash he flew toward the East and West Provinces.

Jingdu, headquarters of the Martial Artists Association.

As the capital of Daxia, Jingdu naturally hosts the headquarters of the Martial Artists Association.

At this moment, inside a huge conference room of the Martial Artists Association headquarters.

Sturdy figures sat silently in the conference room.

When they saw Su Yu's score appear on the screen, a sultry voice sounded.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of that man's disciple—his theory score directly refreshed Daxia's history; it seems another king will rise in our Daxia!"

The speaker was a middle‑aged woman wearing extremely revealing clothing.

She lay languidly in the chair, her eyes slightly open, her hazy gaze adding to her allure.

She looked brightly at Su Yu's name, the corner of her mouth curling with a charming smile.

"It's just a petty theory exam—no need to praise it so much."

A faint voice spoke up.

It was like pouring a bucket of cold water over everyone present.

It outright doused the slightly lively atmosphere.

The speaker wore a black robe, his whole person seeming to lurk in darkness—if not for the fact that he had just spoken.

It was hard to notice his presence.

"Shadow King, don't take your dissatisfaction with the Slay Dragon King out on these youngsters—you're a king too, yet your personality is still this awful!"

The middle‑aged woman gave Shadow King a faint glance.

Shadow King's brows furrowed slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

"I haven't—I'm just stating the facts. For present‑day Daxia, combat power is the supreme factor; if Su Yu could sweep through all the prodigies of Daxia in the third stage, I, Shadow King, would certainly not utter a single 'no'."

He slowly turned his gaze to the screen.

"But merely a theory test—it doesn't count!"

He said lightly.

"Hah? If it doesn't count, then why not abolish theory exams altogether? After all, you Shadow King could never make it count—might as well raise a bunch of brainless brutes and see if we can wipe out all the races!"

The woman snorted coldly, completely ignoring Shadow King's presence as she mocked him wildly.

Veins bulged on Shadow King's forehead.

"Charm King, you need to back up your words with evidence—when did I ever say we wanted brutes?"

"Heh!"

Charm King gave Shadow King a blatant stare, snorted coldly, and fell silent.

"Alright!"

A gentle voice spoke up.

Everyone turned to look.

All that could be seen was a white‑clad middle‑aged person sitting in the central seat.

Wherever that middle‑aged person sat, a scent of ink and brush seemed to waft over.

His body looked extremely frail, like that of an ordinary middle-aged man just recovering from a serious illness.

Yet those present did not look down on him because of his condition.

In everyone's eyes lay a hint of wariness.

"What the Charm King said is correct; if the theoretical exam doesn't count, then we might as well just train brutes."

That person gave a light smile, but that smile alone made the Shadow King somewhat displeased.

"Martial King, I didn't mean that."

The middle-aged man before them was none other than the Martial King!

If anyone else were here, they would surely notice that everyone seated here are actually King-Conferred Strong Ones.

In just this meeting room, seven or eight King-Conferred Strong Ones appeared!

The strength of the Human Race must not be underestimated.

The Martial King narrowed his eyes and slowly looked toward the Shadow King.

Under the Martial King's gaze, the Shadow King's whole body trembled slightly, as if somewhat fearful.

"I already said... enough. Why do you still interrupt?"

The Martial King asked lightly.

Yet that offhand remark made the Shadow King's whole body start to tremble.

He lowered his head and said nothing more.

The Martial King before them appeared extremely frail, yet in reality he was the top King-Conferred Strong One on the Myriad Races Continent.

Although his fame was not as formidable as the Slay Dragon King's, he was absolutely an existence no King-Conferred Strong One would wish to face.

The Slay Dragon King once annihilated an entire clan by himself.

Although the Martial King did not possess such formidable strength, he once, relying solely on himself in a Myriad Races campaign, trapped and killed ten King-Conferred Strong Ones and over a dozen Marquis-level Experts of the Myriad Races.

It can be said that on any battlefield where the Martial King appeared, the Myriad Races never gained any advantage.

On the Myriad Races' heavenly rankings, the Slay Dragon King is first, so the Martial King must naturally be second!

One can see how terrifying the Martial King's methods are.

Even if a Human Race King-Conferred Strong One encountered the Martial King, they would be anxious and fearful, lest they be trapped by him.

Moreover, he has indeed done so before.

Seeing the Shadow King's state, the Martial King gave a satisfied smile.

"That's right; you're all King-Conferred Strong Ones—if you still acted like children, it would be embarrassing!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly; even the impatient Charm King said nothing, merely giving the Martial King a white-eyed glance and doing nothing else.

"This Su Yu actually managed to break my record—excellent, excellent!"

The Martial King smiled narrowly as he looked at Su Yu's name on the screen.

In Daxia's history, aside from this occasion of Su Yu, the fastest time to achieve a perfect score was forty-five minutes, which was achieved by the Martial King's creation.

Later, the Martial King lived up to expectations, becoming an existence feared by all the Myriad Races.

"He's a fine seedling, a pity the Slay Dragon King brute snatched him away—I really wish to take this little fellow as my disciple!"

The Martial King sighed.

Yet those present were all startled.

The Martial King's words were certainly not a good sign.

For a moment, everyone's thoughts began to stir.

At this moment, the Jiangnan Sheng examination hall.

Su Yu slowly awoke from the exam, lifted his head to glance at the rankings, and his brow twitched slightly.

"Not bad!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Su Yu's mouth.

Although obtaining first place was within Su Yu's expectations, seeing himself in first place with his own eyes still made him extremely happy.

"Next, we need to prepare for the second-stage assessment."

The second stage is exactly the same as the mock exam—nothing more than a test of talent and cultivation.

Talent and cultivation each account for a hundred points.

"My talent should be able to score a hundred, but I don't know how many points my cultivation will earn."

Su Yu murmured softly.

The points for the Golden Body Realm are hard to discern; they vary according to the quality of the golden body.

There is a great gap between an ordinary golden body and a perfect golden body, let alone between an immaculate golden body and an ordinary one.

Normally, an immaculate golden body after five revolutions can achieve full marks.

But Su Yu is different.

Su Yu possesses an unprecedented Arhat Golden Body!

Therefore Su Yu also does not know how many points his three-revolution Arhat Golden Body can earn.

"He should be able to get full marks, right?"

Su Yu hesitated for a while, then slowly said.

"Forget it; let's not think about these things for now—adjust your condition!"

During the first-stage test, Su Yu's brain cells were largely consumed.

Don't look at Su Yu's speed being fast; it also consumed a great deal of his energy.

However, being able to obtain first place also counts as worthwhile.

Time slowly passed.

Twenty minutes had passed since Su Yu got a perfect score.

Zhang Xiaobai finally finished the last major question, successfully obtaining a perfect score; Beichen, Tang Nian Bing, and others closely followed, one after another completing their answer sheets.

Jingdu examination hall.

A little fatty, panting, picked up the helmet.

"Who set these questions? I'm exhausted, little master me—I actually took fifty minutes; even little master me took this long, so probably not many people can get a perfect score, right?"

The little fatty lifted his head and looked at the ranking list.

When he saw his rank, only second place, he obviously froze for a moment.

Then he looked toward first place...

Su Yu!

Zhang Xiaobai's complexion turned somewhat strange.

"Damn, twenty-nine minutes—this guy is a monster, even if little master me had been trained by my master for this long, I'd only finish in fifty minutes; who is this guy? How come I've never heard of him before?"

Zhang Xiaobai stared at Su Yu's name with a strange expression, obviously somewhat bewildered.

Another examination hall.

Ling Er woke up from the examination.

This time she also obtained a perfect score, finishing the first stage of the examination in seventh place.

She looked at the ranking list and then revealed a sweet smile.

"My husband is indeed impressive, so... Ling Er also needs to cheer on!"

She clenched her small fists, secretly cheering herself on.

On another side, Modu.

A white-haired youth, his expression cold, stared at the ranking list.

"Zhang Xiaobai... Su Yu... I know Zhang Xiaobai, he's the disciple of the Sword Emperor; this Su Yu... seems to be, not long ago, the disciple of the Slay Dragon King who caused quite a stir."

This person turned out to be the number one heavenly pride from Modu, Beichen.

A flash of battle intent crossed Beichen's eyes.

"I hope your cultivation and strength can match this ranking list!"

Beichen murmured softly.

On another side, the northern examination hall.

Tang Nian Bing looked at the ranking list with a complex expression.

"First again? Even you two monsters, Zhang Xiaobai and Beichen, can't suppress you?"

Tang Nian Bing recalled the various situations she had previously seen of Su Yu.

For some unknown reason, this man began to leave a faint trace in her heart.

Soon, she lifted her head, revealing her snow-white neck, like a proud white swan.

"Hmph, I won't lose to you; when the time of actual combat comes, everything will naturally be decided!"

Same time, different place.

Throughout Daxia, in Jingdu, Modu, the northern, western, and eastern regions, heavenly proud ones looked at the ranking list bearing Su Yu's name.

At first they were puzzled, then filled with intense battle intent.

"It's just a theory exam; when the second stage begins and actual combat starts, that will be our time to shine."

"A mere first place in a theory exam is nothing to fear!"

Although they all knew Su Yu's identity, they didn't take it to heart; even though he broke the record, to them...

... it was just a theory exam.

After all, true strength still depends on talent and cultivation.

Theoretical knowledge can't be eaten as food.

Time flew by swiftly.

Soon, an hour passed, and the first stage of the examination officially ended.

Examinees left the examination hall one by one, filled with regret.

"Alas, it's too hard—how is this year's college entrance exam even more difficult than last year's?"

Among the examinees there were not a few repeaters who had taken previous years' college entrance exams, but this year's exam difficulty was unexpectedly hard.

This made those repeaters extremely angry.

Although it's only a theory exam, the college entrance exam counts total points, so gaining an extra point means gaining an extra point.

A single point can overwhelm thousands of people.

But no matter how angry, they could only leave the examination hall and wait for the afternoon's second stage of the examination to begin.