High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 73 Reencounter with Sun He
"His efficiency in absorbing the spiritual energy of the medicinal liquid is twice that of mine."

Shi Potian leaned against the edge of the bathtub, muttering to himself.

“Absorption is only the first step. After absorption, there is utilization and transformation. His efficiency in converting this energy into vitality index is probably much higher than mine.”

A deep sense of powerlessness, mixed with a bitter smile, appeared on his face.

"He's a complete freak."

According to his original plan, he could increase his vitality index by 1 point every ten days. Then, after three or four months of hard training, he could stack his vitality index to 20.0, meeting the minimum standard for advancing to the senior year of high school.

But what about Qin Feng?

His speed is twice that of his own.

It may only take two months, or even less, to reach 20.0.

Most importantly, while this freak was frantically improving his physical body, his killing techniques were also progressing at an outrageously fast pace.

"evildoer……"

Shi Potian sighed deeply, got out of the bathtub, dressed, and left the bathroom.

……

In the cafeteria.

Qin Feng, Shi Potian, and Qian Duoduo, the trio from Dormitory 402, reunited once again.

"Sigh, you two are getting more and more perverted."

While wolfing down his food, Qian Duoduo mumbled, "I've been training like crazy, and my vitality index is only 9.0 now. I estimate it will be around 10.0 by the end of the month so I can apply to advance to the second year of high school. For this, I've completely given up my killing techniques."

He looked at Qin Feng and Shi Potian with envy in his eyes.

Just then, all three wrist-worn devices emitted a crisp notification sound simultaneously.

An announcement from the Academic Affairs Office popped up unexpectedly.

[Announcement from the Academic Affairs Office of Qiming No.1 Martial Arts High School]

[Subject]: Notice regarding registration for the 2337th "Rising Star Inter-School League"
[Event Time]: The event will officially begin in ten days and is expected to last for seven days.

[Eligibility]: All enrolled students of this school.

[Registration Method]: Those interested in participating should submit their registration application to their respective homeroom teacher within three days. Late applications will not be accepted.

[Note]: The inter-school league is a matter of school honor. We hope that all students will actively sign up, strive for excellence, and bring glory to the school!
"They're here!" Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three of them immediately opened their homeroom teacher's private chat channel, edited their messages, and sent their applications.

[Qin Feng]: Teacher Lin Yue, I am applying to participate in the inter-school league.

[Shi Potian]: Teacher, I am applying to sign up.

[Qian Duoduo]: Teacher! I want to sign up! Count me in!
Almost simultaneously, all three received an automated reply from the teacher saying "received".

"Hehe, I finally made it."

Qian Duoduo was excited. "Although I'm just going to make up the numbers and experience the atmosphere of a top-level competition, the thought of competing against a genius from the All-Star team is thrilling!"

Shi Potian's expression remained calm, but his eyes burned with fighting spirit: "My goal is to be in the top ten."

"Where's Lao Qin?"

Qian Duoduo looked at Qin Feng.

“Me too,” Qin Feng replied.

"cut."

Qian Duoduo and Shi Potian simultaneously gave him the middle finger: "Weren't you going to fight for first place?"

Hearing Shi Potian and Qian Duoduo's teasing, Qin Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Qiming School is full of hidden talents; no one can guarantee they'll be number one. I know nothing about the geniuses at other schools; who knows what kind of monsters they might be?"

This is not modesty, it is the truth.

Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School implements a fully enclosed management system that is almost like an information cocoon.

The school focuses entirely on pushing and cultivating students to their limits, with virtually no information circulating to the outside world, especially to other competitors.

The students' time was filled with training, combat, and ranking competitions, leaving them with no energy or means to learn about the geniuses of the other six top martial arts high schools.

"makes sense."

Shi Potian nodded in deep agreement.

Qian Duoduo seemed to know some inside information and said, "I heard that in our year's high school entrance exam, only two out of the top ten students in the entire Qiming Star School applied to Qiming No. 1 High School, and they weren't even ranked in the top five. It's said that the top five students had a significant lead in their scores." Those who could get into Qiming No. 1 High School were already geniuses, one in ten thousand.

Those monsters who were even more monstrous than them all went to other schools.

"That's why,"

Qin Feng smiled and finished his nutritious meal. "I'll set a small goal first: to be in the top ten and get the GPA bonus."

After lunch, the three of them went their separate ways.

Without pausing for a moment, Qin Feng returned directly to the public martial arts arena in the Grade A area.

He skillfully opened the subspace network terminal.

As consciousness sank into the subspace network and selected the private domain, the familiar dark gold interface of Qiming No. 1 High School's private domain quickly appeared before his eyes.

He glanced at his personal data.

[ID]: Qin Feng
[Private Domain Points]: -280
Record: 34 wins / 420 losses

For the past ten days, he has spent almost all his afternoons here.

The number of wins increased slowly, but the number of losses increased much faster.

He has yet to win a single match against a seasoned veteran.

The points have long since turned into glaringly negative numbers.

"continue."

Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the "Start Matching" button.

The data stream flashed by rapidly, and a few seconds later, the match was successful.

As light and shadow coalesced, he appeared on a desolate battlefield in the Gobi Desert.

When Qin Feng saw the well-proportioned young man opposite him, who was holding two short sticks, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It's Sun He.

Ten days ago, he encountered his first rival after entering the second year of high school.

Sun He clearly recognized him as well, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Instead of immediately adopting an attack stance, he raised his hand and waved to Qin Feng in a friendly manner.

Qin Feng nodded slightly in return.

The next second, the battle horn sounded.

Sun He's demeanor suddenly changed.

He moved like a cheetah poised to pounce, his legs slightly bent, and then he exerted force so that the ground beneath his feet instantly blasted open a shallow crater.

He transformed into a blurry afterimage, hurtling towards Qin Feng at a speed far exceeding that of Qin Feng.

It was still that incredibly ferocious attack!
Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, but he did not choose to retreat as he had ten days ago.

He took a deep breath, his feet firmly planted on the ground like iron tree roots, and held his three-meter-long spear horizontally in front of him, assuming a steady defensive stance.

"clang!"

Sun He's first short stick, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, slammed heavily onto Qin Feng's gun.

A tremendous force surged through him, causing Qin Feng's entire body to slide backward half a meter, his arm muscles instantly tensing to their limit.

Good weight!

But it blocked it!
Before he could catch his breath, Sun He's second short stick lashed out from an extremely tricky, low angle, like a venomous snake, aiming straight for his lower abdomen.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he exerted force from his waist, causing the spear to swing downwards like a scorpion's tail.

"clang!"

Another crisp, loud bang.

Sun He's attack was precisely blocked.

"interesting."

Sun He chuckled lightly, and his attack became even more ferocious.

His twin short sticks seemed to transform into two invincible lightning bolts in his hands, sometimes as fierce as a hammer, sometimes as light as a whip, launching a mercury-like onslaught against all of Qin Feng's vital points from all directions, up, down, left, and right.

For a moment, the only sound across the entire Gobi battlefield was a dense, metallic clanging sound, like rain pattering on banana leaves.

(End of this chapter)