Chapter 152: Zhang Yu's Rapid Progress (Thanks to 'Suo Fasheng De Gei' for Alliance Leader)

Inside the training ground.

The first-year advanced class students were conducting one-on-one hands-on training.

Martial arts teacher Lei Jun shouted loudly at everyone: "Dao techniques rely on money, martial arts rely on risking your life. If you want to spend less money, you have to risk your life more."

"Every extra bit of hard training you do now will save you a sum of money for remedial classes."

"In another two months, you will officially become second-year students. Think about it—does your current level measure up to being a second-year?"

While urging everyone to cultivate properly, Lei Jun looked at the Purples, Beasts, and Blacks in the class and sighed inwardly: "This year's high school entrance interviews, whether you are willing to undergo the new body-tempering surgery after enrollment will probably be an important bonus point factor."

"In another five or ten years, it will probably become a fixed requirement for enrollment, just like sterilization surgery."

Lei Jun could already imagine the situation then would probably be... What? With your human form, you still want to cultivate immortality? Go complete the transformation surgery first.

But Lei Jun also felt somewhat fortunate: "Good thing I'm not a PE teacher, it doesn't concern me much."

With the advancement of new body-tempering technology, Lei Jun knew that the PE teachers were meeting almost every day, constantly researching new teaching plans.

"That's why being a martial arts teacher is better—the teaching load is the lightest."

"But it's only the first-year martial arts teachers who have it easier."

Lei Jun knew that the third-year martial arts teachers had no small amount of pressure.

After all, facing those third-year students who had already entered the late stage of Qi Refining and were at the most score-craving age, what was needed was genuine combat experience.

"A teacher like me, who merely has a solid grasp of basic combat experience like ambushing, insulting, and provoking, can only handle arena fights."

But just being able to fight and thinking you could be a third-year teacher?

Lei Jun knew that was a dream.

"How can a third-year teacher be competent without studying fields like insurance contracts, injury assessment, medical compensation, organ valuation, etc., for a few years? Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to figure out how students are killed or injured in class."

But high risk, high income—Lei Jun sometimes envied the income of third-year martial arts teachers as insurance brokers and medical intermediaries.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside. Lei Jun looked at the rows of second-year students approaching, and especially when he saw the leader, Lan Ling, his brows furrowed.

At the same time, the first-year students who had been practicing individually all stopped and bowed to greet the approaching second-year students.

"Greetings, seniors!!"

Seeing the respectful actions of the first-year students, Lan Ling nodded slightly: "Go back to your business."

Then he walked toward Lei Jun, smiling slightly: "Teacher, today there's a second-year and first-year practical exchange arranged. You received the notice, right?"

Lei Jun took a look and saw that this matter had indeed been arranged just now, and he felt even more displeased.

Because he recalled the scene a few months ago when Lan Ling instructed Bai Zhenzhen.

But he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

Lei Jun sighed inwardly: "Has it finally come?"

Lei Jun knew that the student council of Songyang High School, and even the 16 wealthy clans of Songyang City, would not sit idly by and watch two poor people like Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen repeatedly snatch competition rankings.

Because for these rich people in Songyang City, every competition ranking was an important achievement for interviewing at the Top Ten schools. How could they give it to poor people who were destined not to get into the Top Ten?

Even with his peak Qi Refining level, Lei Jun at this moment dared not defy this overwhelming trend, and could only force himself to say: "Don't hurt anyone."

Lan Ling said: "Don't worry, teacher. I've told all the students that when conducting hands-on training with juniors, they must be careful and absolutely must not hurt the juniors."

"By the way..." Lan Ling swept his gaze, didn't see Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, and casually said: "Are all the students present? If not, call them all over."

In a corner of the training room, Zhao Tianxing, whose entire body was purple like a human-shaped eggplant, secretly took out his phone and started sending messages to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen: "The door plank guy is looking for trouble with you. Don't come here under any circumstances."

But just as he finished sending the message, a palm lightly patted Zhao Tianxing's body, scaring him so much that he almost threw his phone away.

"Junior, let your senior give you some pointers."

Zhao Tianxing turned his head and saw a senior whose build was a full circle larger than his own, smiling at him.

Lan Ling said calmly: "Zhou Ke, remember, absolutely must not hurt the junior."

"Don't worry." Zhou Ke pulled Zhao Tianxing out and said gently: "I guarantee I won't even hurt a single strand of the junior's hair."

In the small woods of the school.

Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were hiding here, practicing in secret.

As Zhang Yu circulated the Red Marrow Primordial Qi, his muscles, organs, and bones moved violently. His entire body was steaming with heat, as if he had turned into a radiator, constantly radiating warmth to the surroundings.

Ever since returning from Xiandu, Zhang Yu had been spending money and charging ahead on the path of immortality, and his strength had naturally been advancing by leaps and bounds.

By now, his Dharma power had reached 69.4, and his physical strength had reached 6.81, drawing closer and closer to the average level of a White Dragon person entering their third year of high school.

Only the progress of his Dao heart had been slower during this period, advancing to only level 5 (37%).

"That guy Yu Xinghan promised to introduce me to a channel for cultivating the Dao heart in the spirit realm after the college entrance exam. Why hasn't it happened yet?"

Aside from the progress in his Dao heart, Dharma power, and physique, Zhang Yu's another gain was pushing the Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Collapsing Palm to level 10 during his practical combat training with Yu Xinghan.

Ever since the Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Collapsing Palm reached level 10, Zhang Yu felt that day by day, the structure of his muscles and bones had undergone subtle changes. This was his body undergoing a transformation through daily eating and training.

Zhang Yu understood that this was the level 10 effect of the Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Collapsing Palm, also known as Dragon Sinews and Elephant Bones, granting his physique stronger immortal-like endurance, capable of withstanding and transmitting even greater explosive power. "No wonder this martial art costs 200,000. No wonder Yu Xinghan chose to cultivate it."

"If I had this level 10 Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Collapsing Palm during the physical competition, maybe I could have lifted 13,000 kilograms? No, maybe I could have lifted 14,000 kilograms of the Sky Pillar."

Just then, Bai Zhenzhen beside him suddenly said, "Yu Zi, have you seen the message Old Zhao sent us?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu opened his phone, glanced at Old Zhao's message, and looked at Bai Zhenzhen, asking, "Ah Zhen, what do you say?"

Bai Zhenzhen laughed: "If we don't even dare to fight students like those from Lanling at Songyang High, how can we compete with the Xiandu guys?"

As she spoke, Bai Zhenzhen had already surged forward with a flash of electricity toward the training hall.

"Yu Zi, I'll go ahead. If you're late, you might not even get a chance to act."

Watching Bai Zhenzhen disappear in an instant, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Ah Zhen's speed is getting faster and faster."

He knew that it wasn't just himself making rapid progress; Bai Zhenzhen was also advancing swiftly.

"Ah Zhen's martial arts talent, boosted by her True Spirit Root, was already formidable."

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Zhang Yu still remembered how Bai Zhenzhen had previously learned the basic high school martial arts, comprehended the Heavenly Martial Heart-Refining Formula, and mastered the external moves of the Limitless Cloud Hand—all succeeding in a very short time.

And now…

"While the True Spirit Root boosts my cultivation speed, I am also stimulating its evolution."

Zhang Yu had cultivated too many techniques to level 10, far exceeding the level of an ordinary high school student.

As the True Spirit Root continuously adapted to Zhang Yu, it seemed to extract traces of more techniques from the circulation of his body and Dharma power, then bring them back into Bai Zhenzhen's body.

This made it as easy as flowing water for Bai Zhenzhen to cultivate any technique Zhang Yu had practiced, allowing her to advance rapidly.

Especially pure external techniques like the Back-Dragon Mountain-Turning Hand and the Dragon-Elephant Mountain-Collapsing Palm, Bai Zhenzhen picked them up without any effort.

However, Zhang Yu knew that Bai Zhenzhen, to save money, couldn't afford the usage rights for these techniques like him. She was secretly practicing them on her own, with no intention of using them openly, only to enhance her own strength.

…

Inside the training ground.

Zhao Tianxing, looking like an eggplant, had just gotten up when Zhou Ke kicked him in the butt again, sending him sprawling face-first to the ground, drawing a burst of laughter from the sophomore students.

Zhao Tianxing struggled to get up again, but no matter how he dodged or counterattacked, Zhou Ke always mysteriously appeared behind him and kicked him in the rear.

The force he used was not strong, just enough to knock Zhao Tianxing to the ground.

This represented a complete domination in strength, speed, and control.

So Zhao Tianxing wasn't injured.

Nor did he feel discouraged by the huge gap between them.

After all, facing a senior who was a grade higher, Zhao Tianxing knew that any freshman would have to bow their head in such a situation.

"After all, a one-year gap makes it completely normal that I'm no match for this senior."

At the moment, most of his mind was no longer on the fight but on how embarrassing he must look.

"Good thing I had the super metabolism surgery so I'm purple all over; nobody should be able to tell that I'm blushing, right?"

"Purple is my best protective color right now."

Getting up again, Zhao Tianxing quickly fastened his slightly loose pants, afraid they might fall off from the beating.

He knew that at this moment, he must have become a laughingstock in the eyes of everyone present.

And the only thing Zhao Tianxing could think of doing was to pretend he didn't care as much, and after everyone had laughed enough, they would naturally stop laughing over time.

This was his experience from playing the clown over and over again.

As for resistance?

"A freshman like me definitely can't match the sophomores."

"And the one leading them is the student council..."

Thinking of the powerful families behind Lan Ling and the others, Zhao Tianxing silently told himself not to cause trouble for his parents.

Just then, a voice came: "Isn't that enough? What's the point of this kind of practical training?"

Zhou Ke stopped and looked at the speaker, Qian Shen, tilting his head and saying, "This junior, do you have a problem with a senior's guidance?"

Zhao Tianxing, getting up again, looked at Qian Shen with some emotion: "Old Qian..."

Qian Shen frowned and said, "In the college entrance exam's practical test, the Yellow Turban Warriors will simulate the candidate's abilities to fight."

"If you want to improve your score, you should fight opponents with similar stats."

"What you're doing now—aren't you just wasting everyone's training time and dragging down their scores?"

"And Zhao Tianxing, along with most people here, already have low scores. Isn't this just making things worse?"