Volume One, Chapter 12: Agree to My Three Conditions, and I Will Let You Go
For three consecutive days, Ye Cheng rose early and worked late, venturing outside the city to hunt monsters.
His strength improved across the board.
[Host: Ye Cheng]
[Rank: Martial Disciple Stage Four]
[Martial Restriction: Power Level Four, Constitution Restriction (5%)]
[Martial Arts & Techniques: Heavy Swordsmanship]
[Items: Xuantian Heavy Sword, Ancient Witch Blood Cauldron]
[Next Achievement: Reach Martial Disciple Stage Five, Power Level Five. Reward: Supreme Constitution Talent Pill.]
As his rank advanced and the power restriction further unlocked, Ye Cheng could now lift a maximum weight of eight thousand jin while practicing Heavy Swordsmanship.
In contrast, warriors of the same rank theoretically could only lift up to five thousand jin—a difference of three thousand jin.
Why “theoretically”?
Because, limited by innate talent, it is extremely difficult to raise the level of the restriction.
It is far more challenging than advancing in rank.
No one else had achieved the same level of rank and power restriction simultaneously like him.
Therefore, Ye Cheng could be said to be the strongest warrior in terms of power at the same rank.
When hunting monsters in the wild, Ye Cheng typically adjusted the weight of his Golden Heavy Sword to about seven thousand jin.
He only unleashed the full eight thousand jin when facing extraordinarily powerful beasts.
This saved him a great deal of energy and extended his endurance.
He spent most of each day hunting monsters.
When exhausted, he would sit and rest, taking the opportunity to absorb blood pills to improve his rank.
His wristwatch had accumulated five thousand merit points, which he mostly exchanged for spirit stones.
The Ancient Witch Blood Cauldron required spiritual energy to refine pills, but the spiritual energy on Blue Star was too sparse, so he had to add spirit stones rich in spiritual energy.
Only then could he barely meet his cultivation needs.
Everything was progressing well; Manager Hong hadn’t caused trouble. However, a close friend at his desk sent him a message warning him to be careful these days: Wang Wei was looking for him everywhere, seeking revenge for the incident a few days ago.
Wang Wei was just a low-level Karamy, naturally not a threat.
But Wang Wei’s boss at school, Peng Jiahu, was someone to be wary of.
Peng Jiahu was the school bully at No.1 High School.
Strong and capable, he had successfully advanced to warrior status in the second semester of his freshman year.
In the past two years, he had made remarkable progress, ranking among the top cultivators in the school.
Peng Jiahu was the only son of the Peng family, enjoying all the family’s resources.
The Peng family was one of the top five clans in Yun City, wealthy and influential, possessing an exclusive family martial heritage.
The martial technique Peng Jiahu used was not the common school curriculum but an intermediate-level art called Fierce Tiger Fist.
He had practiced it diligently since childhood and reached a proficient level.
Don’t underestimate proficiency; intermediate martial arts are extremely difficult to cultivate, with high demands on cultivation and martial restrictions.
Ye Cheng had been focusing on cultivation these days and was unwilling to stoop to the level of Peng Jiahu or Wang Wei.
Thus, he ignored all the taunts and insults in the class group chat.
But today, he had no choice but to return to school.
Because today was the first stage of the college entrance exam.
Candidates applying to martial schools must return for the theoretical exam.
The martial exam consisted of two stages.
The first stage tested theory.
Knowledge of beasts, geography, martial theory, and so forth.
The paper was scored out of 100 points, with 20% of the score counting toward the total.
The theoretical knowledge was much easier than the liberal arts; unless one was truly poor at studies, most could achieve full marks.
The second stage was the practical combat assessment.
This was the main event, with 80% of the score counting toward the total.
The two stages combined made a perfect score of 100.
Most martial schools admitted students based on cutoff scores, though a few elite institutions imposed additional criteria.
For example, at the Kyoto Martial University, once candidates reached the cutoff, they underwent a training camp.
Afterward, some were eliminated, and another exam was held.
This exam was far more difficult than the college entrance exam, renowned as a “hellish test.”
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“Ye Cheng!”
Before Ye Cheng could reach the school, several figures suddenly emerged from the shadows, blocking his path.
Yellow hair, green hair, purple hair—their colorful strands were all there.
The ugly guy in the middle was Wang Wei.
Wang Wei clenched his teeth, anger blazing from his eyes as if he wanted to burn Ye Cheng alive.
He looked pitiful.
His face bruised and swollen, lips split, eye sockets blackened, and his left hand bandaged and hanging from his neck.
After being seized by the Martial Alliance guards that day, he was severely beaten.
In the end, he had to call Peng Jiahu to bail him out.
At that time, Peng Jiahu was deeply immersed in cultivation and flatly refused.
He didn’t want to bother with such a sycophant.
Desperate, Wang Wei deliberately provoked trouble, claiming he overheard Ye Cheng badmouthing Peng Jiahu.
Driven by loyalty, Peng Jiahu stepped in to teach Ye Cheng a lesson.
But they were arrested for causing a disturbance.
Wang Wei also said that in just a few days, Ye Cheng’s cultivation had suddenly surged.
One punch had knocked down this Martial Disciple Stage Three.
It was unbelievable.
Ye Cheng’s sudden rise in strength was definitely bad news for Peng Jiahu, who also applied to Kyoto Martial University.
The school bully Peng Jiahu couldn’t stand it.
He immediately used his family’s connections to get Wang Wei out.
When the two met, Wang Wei exaggerated and continued to sow discord.
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