Chapter 111: 111. Seizure (In Honor of Yu Sheng Jiang Xiang Luan, Alliance Master)

111. Chapter 111: Seizure (In Honor of Yu Sheng Jiang Xiang Luan, Alliance Master)

June 7th.

The sky was clear, the air crisp, not a single cloud in sight.

Yucai High School.

One by one, senior students emerged from the examination halls, some with gloomy faces, others with anxious expressions...

"Fang Xing... the last major question..."

Ouyang Qianqian looked anxious, wanting to come over to compare answers.

"Regarding the translation of that 'Usurlu' passage, I believe the original meaning should be..."

Fang Xing smiled faintly and recited the official answer directly.

"Done for... I got it wrong."

Bai Lang, standing nearby, overheard and his face fell in despair.

"Damn, I forgot to add this part..."

Ouyang Qianqian’s expression changed as well.

"How did you do the second-to-last question?"

"I think I..."

A group of students clustered together, their expressions growing darker, slowly forming a tide of despair.

This year’s liberal arts exam was simply too hard.

Fang Xing was the only one with a calm expression; after all, he had reached the fourth realm of martial cultivation and cultivated spiritual power—if he were still stuck on such trivial questions, every professional out there might as well go ahead and kill themselves.

Ding!

Suddenly, his phone received a communication request. He opened it—it was from Song Jingang.

"Hey... Xiao Song, are you here to compare answers too?"

Fang Xing answered the call with a smile.

"Boss... are you kidding? Do we even need to compare answers? I’m asking when you’re leaving for Blue Star—we should go together?"

Song Jingang made his request.

"Hmm, that’s convenient."

Fang Xing nodded. Song Jingang came from a prestigious family and was preparing to apply to Blue Star University of Public Safety—his destination was also Blue Star.

"Alright, I’ll buy a ticket for tomorrow... flight and seat details—I’ll let you know. We’ll go together."

He added, then asked: "You’re confident about the martial arts exam this afternoon?"

"Heh, Boss, don’t laugh—I’ve trained hard all year and finally broke through to the fourth realm..." Song Jingang grinned. "I’ll take the Blue Star University exam first; if I don’t make it, I’ll go for Public Safety University..."

"Broke through?"

Fang Xing thought for a moment—it made sense.

Without him, Song Jingang would have been the true top student of Chu Ying Star; his talent was unquestionable.

A year ago, the guy was already at the Rough Jade realm. After a year of intense training, he should’ve broken through by now.

『Hmm? Maybe some major corporation or private benefactor gave him funding or subsidies... If he had access to rare resources, breaking through would be even easier.』

Fang Xing thought lightly, then hung up.

The Blue Star Federation’s college entrance exam lasted only one day: morning for liberal arts, requiring completion of all subject papers within a few hours.

Afternoon was the martial arts exam!

On the playground.

Fang Xing stared at the massive warehouse airlifted in and took a deep breath: "Quite the spectacle..."

It was a simulation exam chamber, filled with dozens of holographic simulation pods—extremely valuable, hence patrolled by numerous members of the Prevention Bureau and Public Security Bureau, their eyes sharp and alert.

"This exam uses the Federation’s latest holographic simulation pods... reportedly, the realism has reached 99%—sufficient to simulate the vast majority of martial arts realms."

A shadow flashed by—Xia Long appeared beside Fang Xing: "This exam, aim as high as you can... the higher your score, the better. Whether I can reach Golden Core depends on you."

He had damaged his spiritual origin during his battle with the "Moon Eye," and only a Source Sea-level healing pod could fully restore him.

After retiring, Xia Long taught at Yucai High School and had accumulated nearly enough merit and contributions.

If he could add the honor of mentoring a top-tier university student, he would surely secure the qualification!

"This is just the unified exam—there’s still the school-specific exam later..."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes, then asked: "Teacher, how high should I aim?"

Xia Long thought: "Liberal arts: 1000 points. Martial arts: 1000 points. Total: 2000. Historically, the minimum cutoff for universities has been around 900 in liberal arts and 600 in martial arts—that’s 1500 total. That’s the baseline for ordinary universities. For top-tier universities, you need at least 1800. For super-tier, it’s harder to say—there are bonus points."

Awakening a top-tier ability, or showing exceptional talent in mecha, pharmaceuticals, or research, all grant bonus points.

Especially research talent! The bonus is the biggest!

Mecha development, research into secret realms, advanced weapons, pharmaceuticals—all require researchers. Those with true research talent have ample bonus policies and special admissions; they don’t need to risk their lives like martial artists.

"The holographic simulation pod will scan your full body data and assign a base score. Then you face opponents one by one—defeat one, earn bonus points. Just push as far as you can."

Xia Long clapped Fang Xing on the shoulder.

Lu Guangming arrived on the playground at the same time, scanning the crowd. His gaze lingered briefly on Fang Xing, tinged with anticipation.

"Exam begins! Candidates, proceed in order!"

Under the guidance of the special proctor, Fang Xing and the other candidates entered the massive warehouse. Inside, row upon row of silver-white pods, resembling cultivation chambers, lay side by side. He found his assigned pod, verified the number, swiped his student ID to open the door, and stepped inside.

Ding!

The virtual pod sealed shut. Darkness and silence enveloped him, tinged with a faint chill.

A shimmer of silver-blue light swept over Fang Xing’s entire body.

Mechanical voices echoed in his ears:

【Ding, Bio-Android ID wyx18829649... Verified as 'Martial Artist,' Candidate ID 4jd7wj50hbw6... Your exam is about to begin!】

【Physical condition: perfect, no hidden injuries. Rating: Excellent!】

【No banned Federation drugs detected...】

【Physical attributes: Rating: Excellent!】

【Comprehensive rating: S!】

【You receive base score: 400!】

【Real-time combat assessment beginning. Note: All damage sustained in the virtual world is null. Please select your opponent: Martial Artist!】

"Only Martial Artist? If I were an Ability User or Mecha Pilot, maybe I’d have three options—Martial Artist, Mecha Pilot, or Ability User?"

Fang Xing had no choice—he could only select Martial Artist.

【Random virtual battlefield generated!】

As the mechanical voice spoke, Fang Xing’s vision brightened.

He reappeared on a lush green meadow.

Opposite him stood a martial artist: broad back, narrow waist, long, sinewy legs, skin glowing like jade, muscles hard as iron. He roared and charged forward.

Bang!

Fang Xing raised his right palm and caught the punch effortlessly: "First realm perfected? Is this opponent mocking me?"

He applied slight force—the martial artist was forced back step by step, his arm cracking under pressure, bone snapping outright.

"Hmm? Injury lighter than expected—is it due to the 'Jade Skin, Mystic Flesh' ability to deflect force?"

Fang Xing yawned, then swung a casual palm-strike.

A blade of light flashed—the opponent’s head flew high into the air. Even Jade Skin, Mystic Flesh could not resist the blade!

【First stage passed. Bonus +100. Beginning second stage. Random virtual battlefield generated!】

The mechanical voice spoke again—this time, Fang Xing stood inside an ancient temple.

Opposite him stood a wild monk, muscles bulging, veins writhing like snakes, wielding a black iron staff. He roared like a madman, the staff descending like a storm.

"Second realm perfected, Willow Sinew, Steel Bone... and this is an A-rank martial art—Frenzied Demon Staff Technique?"

Fang Xing understood: each opponent represented the peak of that realm.

In the Federation, second-rank martial artists could learn A-rank martial arts.

"But this guy’s Frenzied Demon Staff Technique is already mastered—meaning his proficiency is at least 'Expert' level!"

His eyelid twitched. He knew: for this opponent, every senior student at Yucai High School—except him—would be crushed by a single blow, no second strike needed.

"This exam is still pretty tough..."

Fang Xing sighed, reached out his palm, and plunged into the storm of staffs.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed, like striking rotten leather.

His hand darted in and withdrew—snatching the black iron staff from the monk’s grip.

The wild monk roared, undeterred, lunging forward—shoulders, elbows, fists, feet, even teeth—all became lethal weapons.

A-rank martial art—Frenzied Eighteen Strikes!

Fang Xing swung the staff casually—cracking the monk’s skull open.

【Second stage passed. Bonus +100. Beginning third stage. Random virtual battlefield generated!】

The mechanical voice sounded again.

"Only +100? Same as before. But that’s how exams work—once you hit a certain score, gaining even one or two more points becomes incredibly hard..."

Fang Xing thought indifferently: "I already have 600 points in martial arts. Is that enough for university cutoff?"

"In the future, when Gu Yun takes the college entrance exam, her martial skills are uncertain, but her realm will at least be Puyu... The guardian of this stage can only be a fully refined Second Realm cultivator; even if her martial technique is slightly inferior, she can slowly wear down the opponent with her realm alone... This is what qualifies as a university seed."

As he pondered, the scene shifted again, and he found himself standing in the ruins of a city.

"The guardian of the third stage should be a fully refined Puyu. As for martial technique... Puyu martial artists from the Blue Star Federation are eligible to learn S-class martial arts. Whether they can master them is another matter, but the possibility certainly exists..."

Fang Xing’s expression grew slightly grave.

Boom!

At that moment, a wall in the ruins exploded outward, revealing a black-clad swordsman within.

Around him, true qi surged and coalesced faintly into the spectral form of a deity.

In his hand was a three-foot-long black sword that seemed to absorb the surrounding light.

The sword struck like a dragon, as if a celestial immortal had descended from beyond the heavens—unfathomable, and carrying the profound Dao of True Martialism subduing demons!

S-class martial art—True Martialism Subduing Demons Sword!

The swordlight surged violently, resembling a black dragon that struck Fang Xing with lightning speed, yet it shattered like a colossal wave crashing against coastal rocks—every blade of qi exploded into fragments, revealing a giant golden hand.

Fang Xing flicked his finger, and the black longsword flew high into the air; then, with a light tap, his fingertip touched the black-clad swordsman’s forehead.

A crimson dot appeared on the swordsman’s forehead, and he toppled backward...