High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

The deafening cheers from the side brought Song Hao back to his senses.

Although I was very unwilling to accept it, I had to admit that I had lost.

Seeing his classmates celebrating Lin Xiaoyan, Song Hao's expression changed, sometimes angry, sometimes bitter, but in the end, anger took over, and his face became somewhat distorted.

The battle just now replayed in his mind again and again, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he shouldn't have lost!

It's all my fault for being careless!

If Lin Xiaoyan hadn't tricked him, he definitely wouldn't have lost.

If they competed again, he would definitely win.

There will be another chance later!

Thinking of this, Song Hao's previously distorted face returned to calm.

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun, seeing that it was almost time, interrupted the celebration:

"Alright! Quiet!"

In an instant, everyone fell silent, waiting for Zhao Qiankun's reprimand.

"Lin Xiaoyan, you defeated Song Hao this time, which is commendable! Although your three basic skills are slightly better than Song Hao's, your basic swordsmanship is slightly lower."

"Based on the data comparison, your combat strengths are quite similar, so the deciding factor isn't combat strength, but rather mentality. You performed very well during the battle."

"Remain calm and patient. Even if you can't break through after a long siege, don't lose your rhythm. At the last moment, feign exhaustion to lure the enemy and ultimately achieve victory!"

"Commendable! However, you must not be arrogant; you still need to train hard to become a martial artist!"

Lin Xiaoyan was overjoyed to receive Zhao Qiankun's praise, but she tried her best to suppress it, though her body still trembled slightly.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and bowed slightly to Zhao Qiankun:

"It's all thanks to the teacher's excellent teaching! Teacher, I will continue to work hard!"

Lin Xiaoyan was very grateful to her teacher, Zhao Qiankun.

Zhao Qiankun waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Haha, I didn't teach you much; it's all thanks to your hard work. Keep it up!"

"yes!"

After responding, Lin Xiaoyan stepped aside.

Song Hao, standing nearby, blushed upon hearing Zhao Qiankun's praise. He knew that he would be the next to be criticized.

Sure enough, he heard Zhao Qiankun's voice:

"Song Hao, tell me about your performance in this match: are you satisfied?"

"I'm not satisfied!" Song Hao said, his face flushed, forcing himself to speak.

At that moment, he felt that everyone was looking at him and mocking him!

Moreover, Zhao Qiankun was also targeting him, and he felt isolated.

Song Hao was furious.

Why do these people look down on me? They're all mediocre at martial arts, they have no right to laugh at me!

And why is Zhao Qiankun targeting me?

I've always been number one in the class. So what if I lost once? And you're targeting me like this!

It must be Chen Mo! Damn Chen Mo, why didn't he realize this sooner or later, but of all times he had to!

You made me look so foolish!

And you, Lin Xiaoyan, you filthy bitch, once you fall into my hands, I will definitely whip you 'properly'!

And you, Zhao Qiankun, you look down on me, don't you!

Anyway, you're not my swordsmanship teacher. After this test, I'll transfer to another class!

"Song Hao, what are you thinking about? Are you even listening to me?!"

Suddenly, Zhao Qiankun's stern voice interrupted Song Hao's thoughts, and at the same time, he felt an aura pressing down on him!

Song Hao was startled and looked at Zhao Qiankun. Seeing Zhao Qiankun's angry face, a sense of fear spread through his heart.

"Teacher...I'm sorry, I...I was wrong!"

Fearing Zhao Qiankun's punishment and reprimand, Song Hao quickly explained:

"I'm sorry, teacher. I just lost the match, and I... I can't accept it. So, I was thinking about how I lost, and that's why my mind wandered!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Song Hao bowed and apologized, and Zhao Qiankun couldn't say anything more.

"Alright, Song Hao, I know you're upset about losing the match, but winning and losing are common occurrences. Lin Xiaoyan has lost countless times in the past three years, and she's never been this upset."

"I won't say anything to you this time! I hope you learn from this experience, continue to work hard, and strive to become a martial artist before the martial arts exam."

"Yes, teacher, I will!" Song Hao replied respectfully on the surface, but inwardly he felt even more dissatisfied with Zhao Qiankun, and at the same time, he became even more determined to transfer to another class.

I am the pride of heaven. It would be fine if you didn't show any favoritism, but you're holding a grudge over just one loss in a competition. It's obvious you're targeting me!

Zhao Qiankun was somewhat disappointed. Song Hao's attitude was a bit perfunctory. He thought he would have another chance to talk to Song Hao privately in the future.

"Yes! Work hard!"

Zhao Qiankun didn't want to talk about Song Hao anymore.

Zhao Qiankun sensed that what Song Hao had just said was all a lie, but he did not expose him.

Zhao Qiankun taught Song Hao for three years and paid attention to him for three years. It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings for him. He once regarded Song Hao as a potential candidate for the martial arts exam.

Zhao Qiankun wasn't angry that Song Hao lost the match. What angered him was the hatred that Song Hao had shown when he was lost in thought. It was unreasonable for someone to hold a grudge just because they lost a match.

As a seventh-rank martial artist, Zhao Qiankun possessed keen senses and clearly perceived Song Hao's concealed hatred, panic, and resentment.

In particular, he sensed that a trace of resentment was directed at him.

That's why he was so disappointed.

He believed that he had treated everyone equally and fairly over the past three years, and would occasionally give Song Hao some cultivation resources as a reward. He never expected that this would arouse Song Hao's hatred.

This time, he was genuinely disappointed.

Having been a teacher for over a decade and having seen many students, Zhao Qiankun naturally knew what kind of person Song Hao was. Song Hao had some minor flaws in his personality, but they did not prevent him from becoming a martial artist.

Furthermore, because Song Hao had excellent martial arts aptitude and had been ranked first in his class for three years, he devoted all his efforts to nurturing him.

Zhao Qiankun had never paid attention to Song Hao's personality issues, but now he discovered that Song Hao harbored hatred towards him.

This made him both heartbroken and disappointed. The sunk cost was too high. The martial arts exam was only three months away, and he couldn't just give up on Song Hao because Song Hao showed a little hatred.

Therefore, following Song Hao's lead, I offered some encouragement and hoped that Song Hao would cultivate diligently.

After dealing with Song Hao's matter, it's Chen Mo's turn next.

Zhao Qiankun looked at Chen Mo:

"Chen Mo, come out here."

"It's a teacher!"

Chen Mo stepped forward, and the students next to him made way for him. In the blink of an eye, a large open space was cleared in front of Zhao Qiankun.

"Chen Mo, although you are a sixth-rank martial apprentice, you have a blood and qi value of 69, a strength of 697 kilograms, and a basic sword technique at the perfect level. You can unleash twice the power, and together you can unleash a force of 1394 kilograms."

"Converted to a fully mastered basic martial art, and exerting 1.5 times the power, then the health and vitality value should be 92.9. That's equivalent to a ninth-rank martial apprentice!"