Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

The sun gradually rose.

The sunlight shone on the earth, dispelling the chill of winter.

The number of disciples at the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy gradually increased, making it quite lively.

There are more than forty new disciples, including Wang Sheng.

In the past, the martial arts academy would consider accepting twenty new disciples at a time. At most, only one or two would successfully pass the entrance exam each batch. Sometimes, there wouldn't even be a single qualified candidate.

The more difficult the times, the more people want to take a chance and strive for a wealthy and prosperous future.

"They're all just peasants, ignorant and arrogant, really thinking martial arts are so easy to learn!"

Fang Mingguang, a young man who had just achieved minor success in martial arts and reached the level of Ming Jin, knew that none of these people had a powerful background. He sneered as he watched them practicing diligently in front of the wooden figures, their foreheads covered in sweat, and turned to enter the inner courtyard.

The martial arts academy is divided into inner and outer courtyards. The outer courtyard has a large area, suitable for practical combat, martial arts demonstrations, and large-scale training exercises. The inner courtyard is slightly smaller, quieter, and more suitable for self-reflection and enlightenment.

"Junior Brother Fang, you're exaggerating. Among this batch of newcomers, there is indeed a promising talent."

Li Hu, a man who had already entered the Ming Jin realm for over a year, crossed his arms and shook his head slightly.

"It's that Lin Shu, isn't it? He looks a bit dull, but he's really quick to learn. He's only been practicing the Great Stone Tablet Smashing Hand for a few days and he's already quite similar to it. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be our junior brother soon."

Wei Yu finished her practice, steam rising from her head, her rosy face even more radiant, her beautiful eyes gazing at the stunned Lin Shu.

Many new disciples couldn't help but secretly glance at Wei Yu, who had long legs, a slender waist, and a handsome and dashing appearance.

Only by mastering the fundamental techniques of martial arts can one become a formal disciple of the martial arts academy.

When one has mastered a minor level of martial arts, internal strength arises, capable of splitting rocks and shattering trees; this is called Ming Jin (manifested strength).

When one masters a unique skill, their strength undergoes a transformation, becoming capable of penetrating skin and bones, and even striking through mountains – this is known as hidden strength.

When the ultimate skill is perfected, the hidden strength undergoes another change. Not only is the strength more powerful, but it also gains the effects of attachment, extension, and enhancement, which is called transforming strength.

Once an ordinary person becomes a Ming Jin martial artist, they can easily find a pretty good job, and it's no problem for them to eat and drink their fill and support their family.

Masters of internal strength are definitely middle class, people that every wealthy family would treat with great respect.

Once one reaches the Transformation Realm, one can establish their own school of martial arts. Master Zhao of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy is a master of the Great Slamming Tablet Hand, a Transformation Realm expert, known as Iron Hand Zhao.

"Hmm. Apart from Lin Shu, the others have some potential, but they either lack comprehension or come from poor families, and their physical training is not good enough to generate strength. They will have to work hard to master it."

Li Hu commented.

"Speaking of hard work! That junior brother Wang Sheng truly deserves that title. He's the first to arrive at the martial arts academy every day and the last to leave. Unfortunately, not only is his aptitude poor and his comprehension mediocre, but his family is also poor. All three are inferior. I really can't see what hope he has for practicing martial arts!"

Wei Yu looked at Wang Sheng.

Previously, Wei Yu was known throughout the martial arts academy as the most diligent and hardworking student. However, after Wang Sheng joined the academy, he replaced her.

Although Wei Yu didn't care about the title, he couldn't help but be curious and focused some of his attention on Wang Sheng.

"Oh, his name is Wang Sheng!"

Li Hu glanced at Wang Sheng, then looked away and turned his gaze back to Lin Shu.

If Wei Yu hadn't mentioned it, Li Hu would only know that the martial arts academy had produced a disciple even more diligent than herself, a disciple whose innate talent, comprehension, and family background were all inferior. Therefore, Li Hu didn't even bother to remember this disciple's name.

Wang Sheng was really inconspicuous among the forty-odd people.

The only thing he left on people was his diligence; there was nothing else worth remembering about him.

In fact, most people know that if you were to ask who in this martial arts academy has the least hope of entering the martial arts path, then Wang Sheng would definitely be one of them.

Some people know they probably have no hope, but when they think about how hard Wang Sheng tried, he still had no chance of getting in, they feel a little better.

Time passed day by day.

this day,

It was nearing dusk.

"Wang Sheng, stop practicing, the sun's almost setting. It's time to go!"

As the martial arts academy disciples gradually left, someone called out.

"Hey, don't disturb their martial arts practice. Who knows, they might become our senior brother someday."

Sun Ping, who was sometimes lazy and not as diligent as Wang Sheng, said sarcastically.

"Wang Sheng, hard work is good. But too much of a good thing can be bad!"

Lin Shu had just finished Zhao Shi's special instruction and was preparing to leave the martial arts academy. He said something in a condescending tone, as if an inner court senior brother was commenting on a junior brother.

"After so many days of learning, this is the first thing Lin Shu said to Wang Sheng."

Just now, during Master Zhao's guidance, Master Zhao mentioned that if Lin Shu could work as hard as Wang Sheng, he could enter the martial arts world sooner.

With the deliberate care of many senior brothers and the flattery of many junior brothers, Lin Shu's temperament gradually changed, and he developed arrogance.

Now that Zhao Shi says he is not as hardworking as Wang Sheng, even if that is true, Lin Shu still looks down on Wang Sheng.

"Okay! I understand!"

Wang Sheng was drenched in sweat, but his eyes shone with determination as he continued practicing his Great Stone-Smashing Hand technique, letting the words of these people go in one ear and out the other.

He expends a lot of energy practicing martial arts, but he gets very little nutritional supplementation.

The silver coin Han gave him had long been spent. The meals that followed were mostly coarse grains, with no meat or fish at all, and sometimes he wasn't even full. This meant that Wang Sheng often had to rest after practicing martial arts for a while.

This further resulted in Wang Sheng having to reach the two progress targets he was striving for each day very late at night.

"Senior Brother Lin, Wang Sheng is obviously stubborn and doesn't know what's good for him. You don't need to worry about him."

Sun Ping hurriedly tried to curry favor with Lin Shu, hoping to leave a good impression on this genius.

however,

Before practicing martial arts, Lin Shu was dull and stubborn, but he was also known as stubborn as a donkey.

"What, is being stubborn like a donkey really that bad?"

Lin Shu gave Sun Ping a cold glance, then turned and left.

Sun Ping was taken aback.

He's trying to flatter someone but it backfired.

Sun Ping quickly looked around and saw that there were hardly any people left in the Martial Academy, so he felt that he hadn't lost too much face.

However, Wang Sheng must have heard it.

Sun Ping already disliked Wang Sheng, and now that Wang Sheng had witnessed his embarrassing act, he became even more resentful towards Wang Sheng.

Deep down, he looked down on people like Wang Sheng who worked hard but never achieved anything.

"Wang Sheng, you really think you can even get started? Dream on!"

Sun Ping muttered a few words in a low voice, venting his anger, and left.

Wang Sheng ignored it until a moment later when he finally saw the progress increase by one again, and then he slowly stopped.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

[Sinking Stone Stance Exercise: Beginner (51/100)]

[Master of Smashing Monuments: Not Yet an Apprentice (54/100)]

"Two progress points a day, and in another twenty-three days we'll have successfully mastered it. With thirty days left until the two-month deadline, we'll definitely have enough time!"

Wang Sheng had by then forgotten Sun Ping's provocative words.

After a day of martial arts training, he was hungry and tired, and all he wanted to do was go home, find something to eat, and then lie down on the bed and sleep soundly.

The moon hangs in the left, with stars twinkling.

Loach Street.

When Wang Sheng returned home, he had just entered the kitchen when he saw his mother, Han, sitting on a small stool, dozing off.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

Wang Sheng spoke softly.

"Oh, Sheng'er is back!"

Han woke up with a start and saw Wang Sheng return. She quickly got up and took out what she was holding.

"Quick, it's still hot, eat it while it's hot!"

It was dark earlier, and Wang Sheng didn't see that there was something in his mother's arms.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be half a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper.

However, there seem to be footprints on it.

At this moment, Wang Sheng didn't care about anything else. He was already starving, his cheeks twitched with excitement, his eyes gleamed, and he said thank you, Mother, before taking the food and showing it off wildly.

"Hey, slow down, eat slowly!"

Han watched Wang Sheng eat with relish, her eyes full of smiles.