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Chapter 504 Peerless Prodigy [Part Four]

ten minutes later.

Principal's Office, Liwu No.1 Middle School.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"come in!"

At that moment, a voice came from inside. It was a young man's voice.

Click!

The door was pushed open.

Lu Liao led Hu Qi in.

"Principal, Lü Yang has arrived!"

Hu Qi looked ahead.

The interior is simply furnished, spacious and bright.

A beam of soft sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the dark brown solid wood desk.

Several documents and a steaming cup of tea were neatly arranged on the table.

The bookshelves occupy the entire wall, filled with all kinds of books and trophies, giving it a dignified and elegant appearance.

A landscape painting hangs quietly on the wall, its light ink adding a touch of elegance to the room.

At this moment, a young man in his early twenties was sitting in a high-backed leather chair behind the table.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes and looked refined and cultured.

Looking like that, no one would doubt that he is a college student.

But in reality, this is the principal of No. 1 Middle School, Long Lie.

As a martial artist at the Martial King level.

With a significant improvement in lifespan, maintaining youthful appearance is not difficult.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the other person is only in their twenties; they might actually be close to a hundred.

Even in this era, some ordinary people can maintain their youthful appearance by spending money, and even extend their lifespan to some extent by injecting drugs.

Although they cannot compare to martial artists, they are far superior to ordinary people, and living to be 120 or 130 years old would not be a problem.

At that moment, the dragon hunter's gaze lingered on Hu Qi for a moment, then turned to Lu Liao.

"Director Lu, thank you for your help!"

"where!"

Lu Liao waved his hand.

"You two talk first, Principal. Call me if you need anything!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Hu Qi.

He blinked, indicating that he had given instructions when he arrived.

It means that Hu Qi should be careful with his words and actions.

Hu Qi simply nodded in response, without saying anything.

After the door was closed.

Long Lie then turned his gaze back to Hu Qi.

"You're pretty good! I didn't expect there to be such a dark horse like you in No. 1 Middle School."

Looking at Hu Qi standing in front of him, a smile of approval appeared on his lips.

A student with such high Qi and Blood Count and such strong combat skills can definitely be considered a prospective candidate for one of the top ten academies.

As the principal, he was naturally happy to see this happen.

After all, he could also receive rewards for training and sending outstanding students to the Federation.

"I witnessed the battle just now; their combat skills were indeed impressive, truly amazing. However..."

At this point, he changed the subject.

"You should tone down your temper a bit. Being too rigid can lead to breakage, and being too sharp may not be a good thing."

Hu Qi remained noncommittal upon hearing this and walked straight to a seat to the side.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, his legs casually crossed, his eyes gleaming with undisguised arrogance.

"Is that so? But I think that's how martial artists should be."

Go forward without hesitation, with a clear mind, do whatever you want.

The so-called "too rigid and easily broken" is nothing but an excuse for the weak.

If the fist were hard and powerful enough, how could it break?

The words fell.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Long Lie looked at Hu Qi's confident and arrogant smile.

A silence fell over them.

Because he thought of his own youth, when he was just as spirited and unrestrained.

However, as his knowledge grew and he witnessed too many geniuses, his edges were smoothed out.

At that time, what he hated most was people who lectured him just because they had more experience.

But without realizing it, I've become that kind of person myself.

Thinking of this, I laughed.

"You're right, a true martial artist needs to be fearless and have a clear mind, but just like you said, you have to be tough enough! I hope you can keep going! Keep this mindset!"

In this regard.

Hu Qi chuckled softly.

"Of course, but Principal, you didn't call me here just to say these things, did you?"

His words were completely direct and to the point.

Dragon Hunter didn't take it seriously.

From the brief exchange of a few words just now until now.

He already had a general understanding of this 'Lü Yang' in his mind.

He's incredibly talented, and arrogant enough.

When talking to this kind of person, just be direct.

"Of course, I'm here to ask you if you need to sign a contract!"

He opened the large drawer, pulled out an A4 sheet of paper, and handed it to Hu Qi.

Hu Qi reached out and took it, glancing at it once.

The content is very simple.

It means that after graduation, you will need to work for a company.

In return, the company will provide financial aid throughout the student's university years.

After all, whether one is poor in literature or rich in martial arts, it's the same everywhere.

To go further in the path of martial arts, one cannot achieve anything by working in isolation. In addition to guidance from renowned masters, one also needs various elixirs, techniques, and martial arts skills.

This contract can be seen to some extent as a form of indenture.

It's like those contracts from some of the major companies on Earth back in the day.

If a company trains you for three months, you have to sign a five- or even ten-year contract. If you leave early, you will have to pay hundreds of thousands of yuan in compensation!
These seemingly legal clauses actually use exorbitant penalties to lock up employees' professional freedom.

Some companies even turn residency quotas and equity incentives into long-term shackles, making the cost of leaving a job far beyond what ordinary people can afford.

But if I don't sign, I'll miss out on the job.

The same applies here; no contracts are signed.

Without a supply of resources, you would need to spend a lot of time making money and collecting resources, thus delaying your own spiritual practice.

However, once you sign the contract and graduate, you'll be required to work your ass off for the company.

If a breach of contract is made, the party may even be sued in court.

In the current social structure.

For ordinary martial artists, signing a contract with a company is the only way to go further in their careers.

After all, the expenses incurred by martial artists are simply unaffordable for ordinary families.

The only thing they could do was choose a company with slightly better conditions.

Even so, ordinary students are not qualified to sign such a contract.

Only true academic achievers will receive this contract.

The one Dragon Hunter provided wasn't a specific company, but rather a type of federation.

It's a basic, officially recognized contract with few pitfalls, and relatively lenient self-imposed restrictions.

The only requirement is to serve ten years of military service after graduating from university.

However, the problem is that this kind of service is not without its dangers.

You could die if you're not careful.

"I can consider it, but I'll decide after the college entrance exam! I hope the salary and benefits can be increased appropriately then."

Hu Qi put down the A4 paper in his hand and smiled.

This answer surprised the dragon hunter.

Based on past experience, the first reaction of ordinary students when they receive such a special contract is usually to refuse it outright.

He had prepared himself for a polite rejection, but to his surprise, the other party wasn't so averse to it.

This kid is quite clever.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Dragon Hunter's eyes, and his smile became even warmer.

"Of course. As long as you can prove your worth, not only can your treatment be renegotiated, but your service period can also be reduced accordingly."

Speaking of it.

He paused and continued.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I called you over for. Every student whose Qi and blood reach 100 calories will be given a martial arts manual by the school. All the manuals available are here. Pick one yourself!"

While talking.

He reached out and pressed a button on the table.

next second.

A virtual projection appeared on the table.

Amidst the shifting light and shadow, various martial arts manuals emerged.

[Falling Cloud Thunder Palm] [Stone Statue Yuanwen Skill] [White Ape Demon Heart Staff]...

It includes swordsmanship, knife skills, fist techniques, staff techniques, and palm techniques.

There are more than a dozen cultivation manuals in total. Each manual has a brief introduction on the side.

Hu Qi glanced over them.

Soon, it landed on one of the cultivation techniques.

Golden Bell Body Refining Exercise

This is a technique that focuses on increasing physical strength and defense.

“I choose this one!”

Hu Qi pointed with his finger.

Are you sure you want to choose this one?

Dragon Hunter raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"With your strength, choosing either fist techniques or staff techniques might allow you to better utilize your advantages!"

Hu Qi simply shook his head.

"No need, this is fine!"

These techniques are actually not that different; they just focus on different aspects.

After all, these are all free items, and they're not particularly sophisticated; they're just for the general public.

There was no other reason why he chose this book.

Simply because the content of this technique can directly reach the level of a martial arts master.

"Alright, I'll send you an electronic version of this manual to your email later. Remember, do not share it with anyone!"

Dragon Hunter nodded and gave a word of advice.

In this regard.

Hu Qi naturally had no objections.

After Hu Qi left.

Dragon Hunter leaned back in his chair.

His eyes were half-closed, and a smile played at the corners of his lips.

"What an interesting little guy... Let me see just how hard your fists are and how far you can go..."

-

evening.

The twilight, like a sheet of gray-blue Xuan paper spreading out, slowly unfolded over Liwu City.

The fine rain, like silk threads, fell obliquely from the sky.

Raindrops gently tapped on the car window, and as the car sped along, water streaks meandered upwards along the glass, leaving glistening trails.

As the streetlights swept by, the changing light and shadows illuminated a pair of somewhat unfocused eyes.

Peng Qingqing was sitting back in the window seat in the back row.

The scene I witnessed at the martial arts arena was still replaying in my mind for a long time.

As the catalyst and instigator of their conflict, she naturally went to see it as well.

What she didn't expect was that things would turn out that way.

Originally, she regarded 'Lu Yang' as a toy, but in front of everyone, he not only beat Su Tianwang half to death with just one move.

He even defeated Fang Ming, who was fourth in the grade, in one move, and his own blood energy reached 100 calories.

Later, he was even personally summoned by the principal.

Keep in mind that he was a martial artist at the Martial King level; you could only see him at the opening ceremony.

With Lü Yang's blood and qi strength, coupled with his combat abilities, getting into a regular martial arts university is practically a certainty.

It's even possible that they could break into the top ten universities.

From this perspective, this 'Lü Yang' has far more potential than the marriage partner her family chose.

Perhaps I really should consider finding a way to win him over...

These thoughts flashed through Peng Qingqing's mind quickly.

As for the other party's unusual behavior today.

In her view, it must have stemmed from male jealousy.

All it takes is a little coaxing and a bit of sweet talk.

These are not problems, from childhood to adulthood.

Anything Peng Qingqing wanted, she would do everything in her power to get it.

For her.

Whether you truly like the other person is not important.

Although her family has some money.

But that's not enough.

She wanted a better life.

However, her own martial arts aptitude was limited, and she couldn't endure the pain of taking medicine.

If you want to live a better life in the future.

The only option is to find a suitable and promising partner.

Now that such a great goal is right in front of us, we naturally can't give up.

Just as she was thinking this,

What she didn't notice was...

In the reflection of the car window, a hint of dark red flickered deep in her pupils.

Like ink stains dropped into clear water, they vanish in an instant.

Another moment passed.

Peng Qingqing suddenly frowned and turned to look at the car window beside her.

The rain outside the window intensified, and large raindrops burst open on the glass, turning into winding water streaks.

The gray buildings on both sides of the road were faintly visible in the rain. Their sharp outlines were blurred and distorted by the rain, like rows of silent tombstones, exuding a damp chill in the darkening sky.

"Uncle Li, are you on the wrong road? This doesn't look like the way home."

Peng Qingqing's voice was exceptionally clear in the enclosed carriage.

She shifted uncomfortably.

However, the middle-aged man in the driver's seat did not react at all, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

"Uncle Li?"

Her voice rose a few decibels as she noticed Uncle Li's eyes in the rearview mirror.

Those eyes were fixed straight ahead, without blinking.

In that instant, she felt a chill run down her spine, and even felt the cold air blowing from the air conditioner vent on one side suddenly become bone-chilling.

I thought about it.

Peng Qingqing reached out and patted the other person's shoulder; the touch was so cold it felt like someone was not alive.

"Uncle Li, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Li's head suddenly tilted forward and slammed onto the steering wheel with a thud, like a ripe fruit, before rolling down below.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, splattering across the entire carriage in a fan shape, the warm liquid obscuring her vision.

"Ahhhh——!"

The screams were drowned out by the sticky sound of flowing blood.

The out-of-control car began to swerve, its tires screeching.

Peng Qingqing hastily wiped the blood off her face and lunged at the front of the car, trying to take control of the steering wheel.

But the headless corpse's fingers were welded to the steering wheel and couldn't be pulled out at all.

At that moment, the blinding high beams pierced through the rain and fog.

At the last second, she instinctively looked up and saw the terrified, contorted face of the truck driver across the street.

--boom! ! !

What Peng Qingqing didn't know was...

From the perspective of driver Uncle Li.

Peng Qingqing, who was originally sitting in the back seat, suddenly screamed and then began to struggle for the steering wheel.

This is what led to this situation.

-

at the same time.

It's three or four streets away.

Hu Qi stood by the roadside, holding a black umbrella.

His gaze was fixed on the plume of smoke rising from the distant street.

The red light in his eyes faded.

He turned around calmly.

Peng Qingqing's ordeal was naturally caused by him.

Although he cannot descend in person at the moment, it does not mean that he cannot use any of his power.

By simply planting a suggestion, one can manipulate the other person into hallucinations at the right moment, causing some unexpected events to occur.

He hates trouble, so blame the other person for provoking him.

……

Dark clouds hung low, and a fine drizzle fell.

Hu Qi held up the umbrella, and the rainwater slid silently down the ribs.

The figure receded into the distance, leaving a blurry reflection in the twilight.

After passing through several winding alleys, he stopped in front of a gray and white residential building.

Entering the elevator, the numbers kept changing until it finally stopped at a familiar floor.

When I came to the door.

He paused in his steps.

Because there were voices coming from inside the house.

There are also four heartbeats.

At that moment, the chatter inside the door seemed to suddenly freeze, as if sensing his presence.

Seeing this, Hu Qi's eyes flickered, and he reached out and pushed open the door.

(End of this chapter)