High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

Seeing the incredulous expressions on the faces of the students in front of him, Jiang Tao immediately became angry:

"Go away, go away, how could I be bragging? I saw it with my own eyes! Wang Wensheng, believe it or not."

Wang Wensheng instinctively retorted, "If it were true, it would have spread by now. Why isn't anyone saying anything?"

"We just don't want to talk about it!" Chen Mo said at this moment. "Wang Wensheng, believe it or not."

"Taozi, there's no need to argue with him!"

"Chen Mo, you..." Chen Mo's attitude enraged Wang Wensheng. He was about to curse Chen Mo when the class bell rang.

He could only whisper a threat: "Wait, Chen Mo, we're having a quiz match. I hope you don't run away."

In the final stage of the quiz, a battle is required to determine the winner and loser, which will then decide the final ranking.

Martial artists value practical combat skills; otherwise, how can they kill ferocious beasts?

Therefore, matches are frequently held within the class.

Of course, it's a battle between people of the same level; there won't be a situation where someone of a higher level bullies someone of a lower level.

"Looking for a beating? I'll be waiting!" Chen Mo smiled slightly.

Jiang Tao also smiled like an aunt: "Mo Zi, he's really asking for trouble."

As soon as the bell rang, the homeroom teacher, Zhao Qiankun, appeared at the classroom door.

He entered the classroom with a stern face, exuding the aura of a martial artist, and instantly the entire classroom fell silent.

After regaining his composure, he slowly spoke:

"I told you last Friday that there would be a quiz today. I hope you haven't slacked off these past two days."

"The martial arts exam is in three months. If you don't train hard now, you'll regret it if you don't get into a martial arts university."

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Follow me to the cultivation building to begin this test."

After saying that, Zhao Qiankun took the lead and headed towards the cultivation building.

The cultivation building is a specialized building for students to cultivate, containing various auxiliary equipment, cultivation rooms, and so on.

Professional equipment for testing qi, blood, strength, and speed; training dummies that can be used to fight against students; and a fighting arena.

The test includes three basic aspects: strength, speed, and qi and blood; proficiency in martial arts techniques and skills; and combat ability.

A few minutes later.

The group arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the cultivation building.

"Line up, one at a time."

After Zhao Qiankun finished speaking, everyone lined up on their own.

They had experienced Zhao Qiankun's authority before, so no one would cause trouble at this time.

Moreover, Zhao Qiankun was a martial artist, and the students, who were also martial artists, naturally felt uncomfortable when a martial artist's aura pressed down on them.

Of course, students whose families have martial arts practitioners might look down on Zhao Qiankun, but they wouldn't show it or cause him any trouble.

Although Zhao Qiankun was a bit strict with the students in his class, he never maliciously targeted any student, so these students naturally had no reason to contact their parents.

Chen Mo and Jiang Tao were last in line, and both were very confident about the test.

After all, both of them have made considerable progress.

"Mozi, your final test will absolutely blow everyone's mind!"

"Haha!" Chen Mo laughed, not caring about the test.

"The first one is Song Hao!"

Seeing that the students had lined up, Zhao Qiankun began to call out names for the test.

Song Hao was the top student in the class, so naturally no one would compete with him for first place.

At the same time, he also wanted to show off and impress his classmates.

He thoroughly enjoyed the admiring gazes of his classmates.

Zhao Qiankun also thought highly of Song Hao and often praised him.

Song Hao did not disappoint Zhao Qiankun, maintaining his position as the top student in the class.

"arrive!"

Song Hao responded expressionlessly, then stepped forward and walked to the machine for testing blood and qi, leaving his classmates with a solitary and aloof back view.

At this moment, the students who were queuing up couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Guess how high Song Hao's Qi and Blood have reached? I remember in the last test, his Qi and Blood had reached 88. Will it reach 90 this time and break through to the ninth-grade Martial Apprentice?"

"I think it's very likely. After all, their family has martial artists and doesn't lack cultivation resources. It's been a month, so isn't it normal for them to gain two points of qi and blood?"

"That's right. Song Hao is a cultivation genius. With no shortage of cultivation resources, his Qi and blood would definitely reach 90. I'm so envious. I wish my family had a martial artist too."

Some people were jealous and didn't want to see Song Hao get good results, so they said sourly:

"I don't think so. Once your Qi and Blood exceed 75, the difficulty of condensing them increases exponentially. For Song Hao, who has 88 points of Qi and Blood, the difficulty is many times greater than that of 75. Even if he has no shortage of cultivation resources, it is impossible for him to increase his Qi and Blood by two points in a month."

His words were quickly refuted by Song Hao's fans: "You just can't stand to see Song Hao doing well, can you? You're just jealous!"

"..."

The student had nothing to say.

Just then, Song Hao placed his hand on the blood and qi detector and unleashed his blood and qi with a thought.

Immediately afterwards, the numbers on the monitor above his head began to jump, eventually settling at 91!

When this number was revealed, everyone was shocked!

"My God! I can't believe my eyes! Song Hao's Qi and Blood have reached 91. I remember last month's test showed it was only 88."

"A 3-point increase in Qi and Blood in a month is simply unbelievable."

"Indeed, a genius is a genius, incomparable to us ordinary people. I'm so envious!"

Some girls looked at Song Hao with stars in their eyes:

"Oh my god! Song Hao, you're my idol!"

"If Song Hao were to fall for me, I would be so happy. With such a genius boyfriend, I would be the happiest person in the world."

"You're neither good-looking nor capable, how could Song Hao possibly be interested in you? You might as well just go to sleep; you can have anything in your dreams!"

"Don't judge me like that, you're no different!"

So the two girls started arguing, but they didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Qi and Blood 91, Song Hao, you've made great progress. I hope you'll keep up the good work and strive for a good result in the martial arts exam in three months."

As soon as Zhao Qiankun's voice rang out, the students who had been speaking immediately shut up and dared not utter another word.

"Teacher, I will! In three months, I will definitely become a martial artist!" Song Hao declared confidently, revealing his youthful arrogance.

"I wish you success!" Zhao Qiankun didn't discourage Song Hao. He knew how difficult it was to become a martial artist. Since his student had this determination, he naturally encouraged him.

Instead of suppression!

Moreover, given Song Hao's family background, it's not impossible for him to increase his Qi and Blood by 9 points in three months.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao!" Song Hao felt even more spirited after receiving Zhao Qiankun's blessing.

"Alright, let's start testing the other projects!"

"yes!"

Song Hao suppressed his smile and went to the force gauge to test his strength.

The results came out quickly.

"His highest raw strength was 917 kg, and his average strength was 915 kg!"

This shocked the students once again.

Next, in the speed test, Song Hao's result was 19 meters per second.

All three scores showed significant improvement compared to the previous month, leaving the students both shocked and envious.