Chapter 6: Are You Really Playing With Me?

"I'm going to die, my temperature just stayed at 43 °C, I estimate a Red Blood Pill can keep me alive for a day."

"But now the Blood Qi Baby has gone crazy again, and the temperature is rising again."

Xu Wei feels his temperature soaring, rising about a degree every few dozen seconds.

Because the effect of the Red Blood Pill is fading quickly.

He estimates it will be exhausted in two or three hours.

Bang, ten Red Blood Pills could originally last ten days.

Now I have to take one every two or three hours, so ten would only last a day.

And with this consumption, without Red Blood Pills, just eating meals—wouldn't that mean eating nonstop for twenty‑four hours?

Food can't compare to pills; it provides very little energy.

Relying on meals to replenish the consumption.

Xu Wei estimates he'd have to sit on the toilet, eating while defecating, to make up the intake.

The thought that he'd become a ruthless poop‑making machine!

Xu Wei's face turned even darker!

"Blood Qi Baby, you're messing with me, right?"

"Blood Qi Baby isn't messing with you."

"Blood Qi Baby just noticed everyone else has a Martial Skill, and you don't have even one; it's terrifying how weak you are."

"It just wants you to work harder so you can survive."

"Basic Blood Qi Baby feels aggrieved, but Basic Blood Qi Baby says nothing."

"Ahhh"

"Weakness is terrifying… hiss, what a rant"

"But do you know, if I stay like this, I'll be sucked dry by you."

Xu Wei also knows the Blood Qi Baby is looking out for him.

If someone else had this cultivation speed, they'd die laughing.

But the Blood Qi Baby works so hard, it can't handle it itself.

"Blood Qi Baby thinks what you said makes sense, but Blood Qi Baby can't control itself."

"Then why don't you learn a Martial Skill to reassure me?"

"Ahhh"

Can't control itself? This thing must be broken, right? Xu Wei is speechless, but the Blood Qi Baby reminds him.

Learn a Martial Skill!

"My strength now definitely qualifies me to take the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, and I can even far exceed it."

"The only worry is the combat side of the exam; I really should learn a Martial Skill."

Xu Wei thinks this over.

Over there, Liu Yue has finished instructing Zhao Wei and announces class dismissed, walking out of the classroom.

"Xu Wei, you kid, you're great!"

In a month you've increased Fist Strength by over 100 Pounds; after two months you might even reach the First-tier Line.

Chen Kang gave Xu Wei a hard punch.

Earlier Xu Wei's Fist Strength was just over 80 Pounds, and he thought Xu Wei had no chance at the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

But now his Fist Strength has risen to over 100 Pounds, giving him a chance at the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, and he genuinely feels happy for his brother.

Of course.

And a little bit of envy.

Clearly this guy was always inferior to him before.

Now his Fist Strength can increase by over 100 Pounds in a month!

Damn!

"I often read feel‑good articles that say generals of wealth or penguin generals come from ordinary families, achieve greatness late, and I thought it was a scam."

"I didn't expect anyone could actually explode two months before the exam."

"Xu Wei, you really need to give it your all now; maybe you truly have a chance to make the First-tier Line."

Chen Kang's dream lover Yueyue also walked over, looking at Xu Wei with a surprised expression.

She's also Xu Wei's die‑hard friend, and even in death she's happy for him.

Not only her, some unfamiliar classmates also came to congratulate Xu Wei.

After all, a month's increase of over 100 Pounds in Fist Strength!

If he can keep it up, even without getting into a Martial Dao university, he can still do fine in society.

Everyone's no longer a child; they still understand human relations.

Building connections, maybe they can rely on Xu Wei later.

"Thanks, brothers, I'll give it my all."

After greeting Chen Kang, Yueyue and a few familiar faces, Xu Wei left the classroom straight to find Liu Yue.

…Liu Yue Office.

"Teacher Liu, there are two months left until the exam, and the school's Talent Training Class is about to start."

"Do you still have an unfilled slot over there?"

A bespectacled male teacher asked.

Every year, two months before the exam, the school organizes a Talent Training Class.

The purpose of the training class is simple.

To have our school's geniuses achieve good results in the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam!

After all.

The school also needs performance.

If we can produce a top scholar, next year the nation will allocate far more resources to the school!

Even the principal can receive some rewards.

"I have five slots in hand; four have already been filled, but the last one is a bit hesitant."

Liu Yue nodded.

"The last one?"

"It's Zhao Wei from your regular class, right? I recall his Fist Strength is only a little over two thousand Pounds, indeed not qualified for the Genius Class."

Everyone is a teacher, so we all know a bit about each class's situation.

"By the way, how is his Martial Skill training? If he reaches Entry Level in a Martial Skill, he could barely make it into the Genius Class."

"No, he's been training the Layered Wave Blade for half a year and hasn't reached Entry Level yet."

Liu Yue shook her head.

Today we had Zhao Wei demonstrate the Layered Wave Blade to see whether he had reached Entry Level.

If he does, she will immediately register Zhao Wei's name into the Genius Class.

But Zhao Wei is indeed too mediocre in Martial Skills.

"I see... but leaving that Genius Class slot unused would be wasteful; if nothing else, let him go."

"I'll think it over again; after all, the school's resources are granted by the nation, and are earned by the lives of National Martial Artists."

"It's a pity to waste them on unqualified people."

Liu Yue is very responsible; she thinks that instead of wasting resources on unqualified people, it's better to let the other geniuses share the resources.

"Then consider it carefully; we still have three days, and I'm going to class first."

The glasses-wearing teacher nodded and left the classroom.

Liu Yue continued working.

"Teacher Liu"

Xu Wei arrived at the office.

"Xu Wei, why are you here? Is there something you need from the teacher?"

Liu Yue looked at Xu Wei.

"Teacher, I want to learn a Martial Skill."

"You want to learn a Martial Skill?"

Liu Yue frowned: "Your current Fist Strength is only a little over 800 Pounds, and the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam is two months away."

"You should focus all your energy on increasing your Fist Strength."

"Only then can you hope to reach the First-tier Line and earn exam eligibility."

Xu Wei understood Liu Yue's meaning.

He feared that diverting his attention to learning a Martial Skill would slow his Fist Strength gains.

After all, there are only two months left before the exam; each month his Fist Strength must increase by at least 80 Pounds to break through to 1000 Pounds.

It is indeed a certain difficulty.

Of course.

This is because Liu Yue does not know Xu Wei's current Fist Strength growth rate.

Otherwise she certainly wouldn't say such a thing.

"Teacher Liu, I know I should focus on raising my Fist Strength."

"But having only Fist Strength isn't enough for the exam; without learning a Martial Skill, the chance of being eliminated in the combat assessment is high."

"So I think, rather than being eliminated in the combat assessment, I should use these two months to study a Martial Skill."

"Perhaps, during the exam, both Fist Strength and the Martial Skill will meet the standards."

Xu Wei's words made Liu Yue frown again, but upon reflection, it indeed made sense.

"Relying solely on Fist Strength to qualify for Martial Dao University indeed has a low probability."

"Since you insist, I won't stand in your way; tell me which Martial Skill you want to learn."

Without hesitation, Xu Wei said, "Layered Wave Blade."

This Martial Skill is the school's flagship technique; within Martial Dao University it is top‑tier, so there's no reason not to learn it.

"I guessed you'd want this Martial Skill."

Liu Yue smiled and pulled out a small booklet, tossing it to Xu Wei.

Xu Wei took it and flipped through casually.

When he reached the last page, an unexpected sound rang out.

Xu Wei showed a pleased expression, but the next second his joy froze on his face.

"Knock!"

"You're really playing with me, huh?"