Gao Wu: Honey, don't cry, I'm truly invincible!

Inside the Tianhe Martial Arts School, Zhang Xiaohu was sparring with a teenager to see who could do more squats.

By this time, they had done more than 100,000 squats in a row. Sweat slid down their cheeks, and they looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water. The veins on their foreheads were bulging and throbbing exaggeratedly, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

It was clear that even they, as martial artists, were starting to feel the strain. But they stubbornly held on, clinging to their indomitable spirit.

Nearby, the other students at the martial arts school were excitedly cheering and jeering.

Qin Su saw several coaches she recognized watching from the sidelines, so she went over to them.

"Qin Su? What brings you here? Is your injury healed?"

The coaches were somewhat surprised to see him.

Qin Su nodded, then couldn't help but frown and say, "Isn't it risky for Zhang Xiaohu and the others to go this far? What if they get injured and it affects their future?"

The coaches laughed and waved their hands, saying:

"How could they get injured at this level? Xiao Hu and the other two are outstanding martial arts apprentices at our Tianhe Martial Arts School. They are only one step away from breaking through. As long as they can break through their physical limits in this competition, they will surely succeed in breaking through."

Qin Su paused for a moment, then looked at the arena without saying anything more.

"One hundred thousand nine hundred and thirty!"

"One hundred thousand nine hundred and thirty-one!"

"One hundred thousand nine hundred and thirty-two!"

"One hundred thousand..."

Zhang Xiaohu was almost screaming, his head hanging low, desperately using his already trembling legs to support his body.

Then, trembling and gritting his teeth, he squatted down.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over him. He wanted to lie down and get a good night's sleep. His body felt as heavy as if a mountain was pressing down on it.

The boy opposite him finally couldn't hold on any longer. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

The martial arts school's emergency medical personnel rushed over, and various portable medical devices beeped as they were quickly and hastily attached to the fallen boy.

Zhang Xiaohu, despite having reached his limit and exhausted himself, still did not give up.

In full view of everyone, his face had turned purplish-red from the excessive force, and his veins were bulging.

After squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, he stood up again with unparalleled willpower.

"One hundred thousand... nine hundred and thirty-three!"

The boy's roar echoed across the training ground.

Everyone was moved by it.

boom!

A crisp cracking sound finally erupted from his body.

"Intermediate Martial Apprentice level, achieved!"

Everyone cheered, genuinely happy for Zhang Xiaohu.

A smile finally appeared on Zhang Xiaohu's tired and pale face. Feeling the heat flowing from his limbs, he felt so comfortable that he almost groaned.

This feeling of having power is simply wonderful.

No matter how much suffering or hardship you've endured before, it's all worth it when you feel this power.

"Zhang Xiaohu, twelve years old, intermediate martial arts apprentice level, has reached the martial arts school's reward standard. Reward: 100,000 Source Crystals!"

A majestic voice rang out.

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw a well-proportioned middle-aged man slowly walking over.

Although it was described as slow, he actually advanced dozens of meters with each step, much like the ability to shrink the distance to an inch in a fantasy novel.

It looked slow, but it was almost instantaneous before it reached Zhang Xiaohu.

A powerful aura enveloped the entire venue.

For a fleeting moment, Qin Su felt a suffocating sensation, as if she couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man quickly toned down his imposing manner and became quite ordinary and unremarkable.

"The curator."

Everyone bowed slightly in greeting.

The middle-aged man in front of me is Yun Shanhe, the owner of Tianhe Martial Arts School.

It is said that this person is one of the few Martial Marquis level experts in Tianhe Base City. It is precisely because of such a strong person guarding the city that the Source Beasts have been unable to break through the defenses of Tianhe Base City and have been suppressed in the wild.

"Not bad, very good."

Yun Shanhe patted Zhang Xiaohu on the shoulder, his eyes full of praise and appreciation for Zhang Xiaohu.

After handing a bank card to Zhang Xiaohu, he turned to the other trainees in the training field and said passionately:

"Children, you've all seen it. Little Tiger is only twelve years old, yet he's already a mid-level martial artist. In the future, his name will surely resound throughout the nine major base cities! Fame, wealth, even beautiful women—he can have whatever he desires!"

"You should all learn from him! Learn from his fearless and fighting spirit!"

"With enough effort, you can be just like him!"

"Strive on, work hard, the future belongs to you! The future belongs to those who are diligent!"

The crowd was agitated.

All the trainees shouted enthusiastically, full of energy.

Yun Shanhe was very satisfied with their condition. Before leaving, he saw Qin Su and paused.

I heard that Qin Su has given up on himself and neglected his martial arts since his foundation was damaged, and even comfortably lived off a woman.

If things continue like this, this is how my life will be.

A hint of regret for Qin Su flashed in Yun Shanhe's eyes, but he didn't say anything more and left directly.

After he left, all the trainees began training, striving to reach the pinnacle.

The coaches also dispersed to find their own students.

Qin Su waited a while before walking over to Zhang Xiaohu and asking with a smile, "Xiaohu, how are you feeling? Did you rest well?"

After saying that, Qin Su looked him up and down.

Zhang Xiaohu developed early; at just over twelve years old, he was already 1.7 meters tall and weighed a hefty 80 kilograms, as strong as a bear.

Even Qin Su, standing in front of him, appeared somewhat slender.

Among his fellow students, his intermediate-level martial arts apprentice strength was quite impressive.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Xiaohu looked up and glanced at Qin Su. "Oh, it's Senior Brother Qin Su. What can I do for you?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to spar with you a bit," Qin Su said with a smile. "If you haven't rested enough, you can wait a little longer."

Zhang Xiaohu twisted his neck and casually picked up a wooden sword from the weapon display shelf next to him.

This is a special type of wood with extremely high density, weighing as much as an iron knife, and also iron-gray in color. It is safer than an iron knife while ensuring the best possible feel in the hand.

After receiving the wooden sword, Zhang Xiaohu didn't rush to attack. Instead, he weighed the sword, frowned, looked at Qin Su, and said, "I've rested enough. Senior brother, are you sure you want to spar with me?"

He was afraid that he might accidentally hurt Qin Su.

After all, he had heard that Qin Su's strength had plummeted, and he might not even be considered a martial arts apprentice anymore.