[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er":3,"chapter-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-50":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial World: Getting Strong by Grinding Er Lang Shen's Talent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2330417,4558,"Chapter 50: Carrot and Stick (Requesting Follows)","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>“Qi Ge, you’re out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Lin Qi also emerged, and Jiang Tao eagerly stepped forward to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi Ge, you’re the best!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Tao gave a thumbs-up, then bumped fists with Lin Qi; the two exchanged a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, how exactly did Lin Qi win?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qiu Jie had higher blood qi, and his spear technique seemed even stronger—but Lin Qi still won. That doesn’t fit my understanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, someone in the crowd shook their head and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me answer that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng stood up and spoke; as all eyes turned to him, he began explaining:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood qi and technique are major factors in combat, but not the only ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Martial arts isn’t a game—higher stats don’t guarantee victory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In combat, your mindset, judgment, decisiveness, and anticipation all influence the outcome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for Qiu Jie, he lost fairly—no amount of resentment will change that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your spear technique is decent, but your fundamentals are weak—your grip isn’t steady, your strikes aren’t precise. Lin Qi had multiple ways to defeat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the end, he chose a simple thrust and broke through your finishing move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tenth in grade?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said you didn’t need to listen to my lessons—I thought you’d be something special, but this is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask Lin Qi—he used even seven-tenths of his strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng sneered, mercilessly dismantling Qiu Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under everyone’s gaze, Qiu Jie’s face flushed crimson, his blood qi surging, a nameless rage boiling in his chest—he nearly lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi watched from the side, unable to help but admire Zhang Cheng’s insight—he saw everything clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Jie’s spear technique hadn’t broken into second rank; he couldn’t even match Wu Feng from before. Beating Lin Qi was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Zhang Cheng, the furious Qiu Jie ultimately kept his composure and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, the ten who fought stay behind; everyone else return to the martial arts classroom,” Zhang Cheng suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others began to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Qi is amazing—now he’s truly risen. Who could’ve expected this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the others departed, their murmurs reached Lin Qi’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In everyone’s eyes, Lin Qi had become a star of the senior class—not the anonymous nobody he once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the virtual chamber held only Lin Qi and the other eleven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Qi, you’re impressive!” Zhang Cheng said, offering rare praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all thanks to Master’s guidance,” Lin Qi replied humbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction, scanning the ten of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In one week, you ten will represent Tianhai No. 2 High in the competition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your opponents are Songbai Middle from Bai Lu City—they’re strong, a serious rival. If you grow careless and lose, you’ll cost our school the exchange match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, don’t blame us if everyone starts criticizing you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Songbai Middle is one of Bai Lu City’s top ten schools, yet they’re treated as equals to our second-tier school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Their overall strength surpasses ours. Unfortunately, we’ve been matched against them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have only one demand: win the final victory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng’s voice grew louder, a powerful aura radiating from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone frowned, feeling a heavy pressure—the rival school was ranked as second-tier, and winning seemed difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This exchange match isn’t just training—it also comes with prize money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each participating school and the city’s Martial Arts Education Bureau contribute 500,000 yuan each—totaling 2 million yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The winning side takes all 2 million yuan,” Zhang Cheng added suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi’s eyes lit up—2 million yuan. Even split evenly, he’d get 200,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wouldn’t be split evenly—likely the winners would take more. The thought gave him renewed drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use this week to train hard, push your limits, and strengthen your cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all I’ll say. Dismissed. Lin Qi, stay behind,” Zhang Cheng said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other nine left, leaving only Lin Qi and Zhang Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng looked at Lin Qi, growing more satisfied by the moment, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Qi, I was right about you—you’re even better than I imagined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much strength did you use against Qiu Jie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi paused, then said: “Seven-tenths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven-tenths defeated Qiu Jie? Among the top ten in grade, few can surpass you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng praised again, his tone heavier. “Have you signed a contract with a martial arts hall? C-class? Or B-class?” he asked suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi shook his head: “Not yet. Zhongmi and Heiyao Martial Arts Halls approached me, but they only offered C-class contracts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall hasn’t contacted me yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Cheng frowned: “That doesn’t make sense. With your talent, a B-class contract should be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something’s off. Wait a while longer—Chiqiong might have good news soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi nodded. He wasn’t in a hurry—if he won the exchange match prize, he’d be even less eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his martial arts chamber\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi changed into his training uniform, took a vitality tonic, picked up his spear, and began training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shuashua~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear thrust forward, its tip trembling, the shaft vibrating with a low hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful aura surged outward like tidal waves—each move followed the next, fierce and dominant; every thrust seemed ready to shatter mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi controlled his arm muscles, swinging the spear to fully express its style, force, and precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the battle in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Jie’s strength was weaker than he’d expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spear technique had high rank, but his fundamentals were shaky—his strikes weren’t steady, and Lin Qi easily found openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that made sense—basic training is the most tedious, and only he had the discipline to stick with it, building the firmest foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Lin Qi thought of the martial arts exchange match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one week, the opponent would be Songbai Middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their overall strength was greater, and they wouldn’t be as weak as Qiu Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether for the opponent or the prize money, he had to raise his strength further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve mastered my first finishing move. It’s time to develop the second.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qi silently resolved his goal for the coming week:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boost his blood qi, push his spear technique toward second rank, and begin understanding his second finishing move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a black luxury car in the underground garage stepped a burly man, radiating a fierce aura, his presence wild and commanding—every gesture exuded dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stepped into his private elevator, ascending straight to the hall’s top floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the elevator doors opened, he entered a spacious office: a massive desk at the center, behind it a broad brown bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d barely sat down when the doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office door opened, and Sun Supervisor entered, dressed in a black suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome back, Hall Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this your welcome—dumping a mountain of work on me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Feng sighed, exasperated—his deputy hall master truly was a workhorse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak. What’s so urgent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a prodigy with unusual circumstances—we don’t know what contract to offer. You need to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me see!” Yue Feng reached out curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Supervisor pulled out a tablet and projected the file, enlarging it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Qi, student of Tianhai No. 2 High…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Feng scanned the file quickly, then paused, deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is hard to judge. Let me think—I’ll give you an answer later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Sun Supervisor left, Yue Feng frowned: “This kind of prodigy is a blind box—you never know what you’ll get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such geniuses have appeared before, but only a very few were true geniuses; most soon sank into mediocrity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought this, his phone rang. He pulled it out and looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Cheng? Why is this guy calling me?” Yue Feng wondered, then answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1271,"2026-06-20T20:27:41.493Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8c757898e0614db910361bc7e134d6263dc62e1d1e128e7e50e3f12a9432a408","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-51","high-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-chapter-49",992,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-world-getting-strong-by-grinding-er-cover.jpg"]