High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 13: The Junior High School Entrance Examination is Imminent

For the next fifteen days, everyone in the training hall of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy got used to a fixed scene.

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the training ground, a figure was already sweating profusely in that corner.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, the figure continued tirelessly repeating the physical exercises.

Qin Feng, nicknamed "Madman," became a well-known label among the students in the Extreme Martial Arts Academy's middle school entrance exam preparation class.

His life was simplified to the extreme: training, eating, going home, and sleeping.

During the day, coach Lin Weiping went from initially observing Qin Feng to later tacitly approving, and finally, he would deliberately go over to Qin Feng during breaks when he was exhausted and use the simplest language to give him one or two tips on key techniques for generating power.

He didn't offer any words of encouragement, but simply provided the purest technical guidance.

In the evening, coach Li Weiguo continued to focus all his energy on Zhou Heyuan.

He applied for more time to use the gravity chamber for Zhou Heyuan, and even paid out of his own pocket to buy him several expensive supplementary nutrient solutions.

In Li Weiguo's view, Zhou Heyuan is the student he is most likely to personally send to a key martial arts high school in his teaching career, which is a tangible honor.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, is a tragic figure worthy of sympathy and whose spirit is commendable, but whose life is destined to end in tragedy.

Every time he saw Qin Feng's training clothes, which were repeatedly soaked with sweat, he would sigh silently in his heart.

No one knew what terrifying growth data was recorded on the ordinary personal terminal on Qin Feng's wrist.

For the past fifteen days, Qin Feng has been like a sponge sinking into the deep sea, silently and greedily absorbing all the nutrients that can make him stronger—the ample nutrition provided by his father, the powerful residual effects of the medicine in his body, the unintentional or intentional guidance from his two coaches, and the proficiency he has earned through his own sweat and willpower, which is constantly increasing on the [Heaven Rewards Diligence] panel.

Time slipped away quietly amidst this daily arduous practice.

……

The three days before the high school entrance exam are the return-to-school days.

Early morning, on the seventeenth floor of the "Silver Gull" community.

Qin Feng stood in his small room; it was already broad daylight.

Instead of immediately starting his morning exercise as usual, he stood quietly and brought up the system panel that only he could see.

After two weeks of intensive training and reflection, all the hard work will now translate into tangible results.

A pale blue light curtain unfolded before my eyes.

Heaven rewards diligence; tireless hard work pays off.

[Host: Qin Feng]

Vitality Index: 1.23

[The refining method has been mastered:]

[Imperial Basic Body Tempering Method (Minor Success)]

[Proficiency: 15/1000]

[Note: Reaching a proficiency level of 1000 allows you to advance to the Mastery level.]

The Imperial Basic Body Tempering Method successfully broke through to the "Minor Success" level a week ago.

At the moment of breakthrough, he clearly felt an unprecedented affinity between his body and the free spiritual energy in the surrounding environment.

With every breath, with every contraction and relaxation of muscles, we are drawing upon the power of growth with greater efficiency.

The vitality index ultimately settled at "1.23".

This number has already firmly surpassed the minimum admission score of 1.2 for the seven top martial arts high schools in previous years.

Of course, the cutoff score is just a reference.

Each year's admissions ultimately depend on rankings.

Among the tens of millions of applicants at Qiming Star, only the very top-performing group can gain admission to those seven schools.

Qin Feng turned off the control panel and slowly clenched his fist.

A series of crisp popping sounds emanated from the joints, and a powerful sense of strength, far exceeding that of half a month ago, filled the limbs and bones.

He walked out of the room.

In the living room, the father, Qin Dahai, was sitting at the dining table, silently wiping an old military dagger.

That was the only souvenir he brought from the battlefield.

In the past two weeks, Qin Dahai has visibly lost weight, and his eye sockets are slightly sunken, but his eyes are brighter than ever before.

"dad."

Qin Feng walked up to him, said nothing more, and directly brought up his personal terminal, projecting the latest physical data report into the air in front of his father.

Vitality Index: 1.23

[Punching power test (right hand): 789KG]

[100-meter sprint time: 8.9 seconds]

[Neural reaction speed: 0.06 seconds]

Qin Dahai's action of wiping the dagger froze instantly.

His gaze was fixed on the number "1.23", unmoving.

Time seemed to have been paused at this moment.

After a good ten seconds, he finally let out a long, long breath.

That breath seemed to carry away all the pent-up frustration and resentment that had been building up in his chest for over a decade.

He didn't shout excitedly like last time. Instead, he slowly and carefully put down the dagger in his hand, stood up, and stretched out his calloused and scarred right hand, patting Qin Feng's shoulder heavily.

"it is good."

One word, heavy as a mountain.

He looked up, his gaze fixed intently on his son, and a bright, genuine smile spread across his weathered face.

"1.23, which is already higher than the cutoff score for Qiming No.7 High School in previous years. Son, as long as you perform normally in the high school entrance exam, we have a great chance of getting admitted to Qiming No.7 High School."

"Qiming No. 7 High School only considers grades for admission, ensuring fairness and impartiality. Go for it, son, you can do it!"

"Yes, Dad."

Qin Feng nodded solemnly, turned around and left the house.

……

The entrance to the Seventh Middle School was much quieter than usual. Qin Feng walked along the familiar tree-lined path toward his classroom.

Everything around remained the same, but the air was filled with an atmosphere of farewell.

The classroom of Class 5, Grade 9 was already quite full.

But Qin Feng glanced around and noticed that there were more than a dozen empty seats at the back of the classroom.

He still remembered the names of the owners of those seats.

Wang Tao, that student who is good at academic subjects but whose physical fitness is always below standard.

There were also a few classmates who had been classified as "poor students".

They didn't come.

A month ago, they received the list of recommendations for vocational schools and have never returned.

Their lives had already taken a different turn.

Inside the classroom, the surviving students gathered in twos and threes, talking quietly.

The topics were nothing more than predictions about the high school entrance exam, aspirations for the future, and sadness about the impending separation.

"Hey, you lunatic, over here!"

Zhou Heyuan's voice came from the front row.

He was surrounded by several classmates, proudly showing off his brand-new personal terminal on his wrist.

Upon seeing Qin Feng, he waved enthusiastically.

"You've finally arrived. How's it going? Last month to sprint, are you confident? I just had my vitality index tested yesterday, it's 0.95, and my punching power is almost 500 kilograms. Teacher Li said I've managed to snag a spot in a key martial arts high school, so my chances are pretty good."

"Congratulations."

Qin Feng answered calmly.

"Good luck to you too. After the exam, I'll treat everyone in our class who we can still keep in touch with, and we'll have a good get-together."

Zhou Heyuan said generously.

Qin Feng nodded and walked back to his seat.

He had just sat down when the classroom door was pushed open, and his homeroom teacher, Li Weiguo, walked in.

Li Weiguo held a stack of documents in his hands, his face no longer serious as usual, but instead gentle and sentimental.

His gaze swept across the entire class, lingering for a moment on the empty seats, a subtle, complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Class, everyone's here. I called you all back today to hand out your exam admission tickets, and this is also the last class of our junior high school life in a real sense."

His voice was much softer than usual.

"Now, students whose names I call, please come up to the podium to collect your admission tickets."

"Ding Wei".

"arrive."

"Zhou Heyuan."

"To!"

Zhou Heyuan walked confidently onto the podium. Li Weiguo handed him the admission ticket, his face filled with undisguised praise and satisfaction, and whispered encouragingly, "Do your best on the exam, don't let your teacher down."

"I know, teacher!"

Li Weiguo nodded with satisfaction.

One name after another was read out.

The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of Li Weiguo calling roll and the footsteps of students going up to the stage to receive their admission tickets.

"Qin Feng."

When that name was mentioned, many students in the class instinctively turned their gaze to the figure who had been silent in the corner for a month.

Qin Feng stood up and walked onto the podium.

His steps were steady, his back straight, a stark contrast to the slightly self-conscious boy he was a month ago.

Li Weiguo looked at him and handed over the admission ticket.

He could sense that the student in front of him seemed to have undergone some kind of inexplicable change.

The sickly and melancholic air that had lingered around him vanished without a trace, replaced by a restrained, rock-solid calm.

"Qin Feng."

Li Weiguo spoke, his tone gentle and sincere, "Your teachers have seen your hard work over the past month. Regardless of the final result, you have already proven yourself. Your efforts will not be in vain."

He paused, looked into Qin Feng's eyes, and said solemnly:
"I wish you a bright future."

"Thank you, teacher."

Qin Feng took the examination admission ticket, bowed slightly, and turned to walk off the podium.

After the last student's admission ticket was distributed, Li Weiguo stood on the podium, looking at the young faces below, some nervous, some excited, and some confused, and remained silent for a long time.

Three years ago, you walked into this classroom. Three years later, you will set off from here on your own different paths in life.

"Some will embark on the path of martial arts, don the armor of the empire, and conquer the stars and the sea. I hope you will not forget to protect the hundreds of millions of compatriots behind you."

"Some of you will enter the technical academy and become a cog in the vast machine of the empire. I hope you will not forget that although your positions may seem ordinary, they are equally important."

"There is more than one path in life. No matter where you are in the future or what profession you pursue, please remember that you are a member of the Human Empire and students of the Seventh Middle School of Morning Star."

He picked up the chalk and wrote four powerful characters on the blackboard behind him.

[May your military prowess be abundant]

"Three years of classmates, now it's time to part ways."

Li Weiguo put down the chalk and bowed deeply to all the students below the stage.

"Students, I wish you all great success in your military endeavors and a bright future!"

"Jingle Bell--"

The bell rang precisely at that moment, signaling the end of get out of class.

(End of this chapter)