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

"Only seven left! It seems only Junior Brother Lin will stand out from this group of disciples!"

Wei Yu looked at Wang Sheng and the others, and shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Lin's talent is truly remarkable. However, Senior Sister, would you be interested in a bet? Ten taels of silver, let's see who can last until the end today?"

Fang Mingguang leaned closer and said.

"sure!"

Wei Yu nodded.

She was quite fond of gambling and had excellent sportsmanship when gambling.

"Then I'll choose Wang Sheng, but Senior Sister can't choose the same one as me!"

Fang Mingguang immediately said.

Wei Yu was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly and said, "Junior Brother Fang, just say you want my ten taels of silver."

Nearly two months have passed, and anyone can see the unwavering determination Wang Sheng has shown in his daily diligent practice. Of the seven remaining new disciples, none of them would give up, and it's certainly not Wang Sheng who will.

"Hehe, I've just broken through to the Ming Jin level and desperately need elixirs to replenish my strength. So I'll have to resort to begging from my senior sister!"

Fang Mingguang said with a hint of smugness.

Ten taels of silver, if used sparingly, could cover the food and drink of an average rural person for a year. But in the realm of martial arts, it would only be equivalent to a few medicinal pills.

"Okay, I choose him!"

Wei Yu randomly pointed to someone, and it was Su Youwen.

The two spoke in hushed tones, and since the outer courtyard of the Zhao family was spacious and the sounds of a group of formal disciples practicing martial arts rose and fell, they were not afraid that the few new disciples would hear them.

the other side,

The remaining seven new disciples, apart from Wang Sheng, were also extremely anxious. Looking at their hands covered in wounds, they wished they could dye them jade red with blood before entering the path of martial arts.

"How could I possibly fail! I'm only of average to below-average aptitude!"

Sun Ping roared inwardly. In reality, he was almost in despair. He had thought that by working hard in his daily cultivation, he could enter the path of martial arts like the previous batches of senior brothers with average to low aptitude.

But there has been no hope at all these days.

He then realized that for those with average to below-average physical constitution, hard work alone wouldn't suffice. They might need to purchase supplementary medicine to address their deficiencies!

After all, the poor are scholars, the rich are warriors.

Money is absolutely essential.

No martial arts academy has ever prohibited wealthy families from purchasing elixirs to accelerate their cultivation.

After raging incompetence for a long time, Sun Ping looked around and saw Wang Sheng still diligently cultivating, which made him feel much better.

Wang Sheng, who was known as the most hardworking person in the entire hospital, was still in the same boat and failed.

This calmed down Sun Ping's anger.

Sun Ping looked at Wang Sheng and suddenly found him a little more agreeable; they were in the same boat.

"Hmph, another stubborn one, with a mule's temper."

Sun Ping commented on Wang Sheng, then added self-pityingly, "The path of martial arts is truly not for ordinary people. Having talent isn't enough; you also need money. But how many rich young masters are willing to endure hardship?"

Su Youwen suddenly stopped practicing, looked down at his hands, the jade red color gradually fading, and stared blankly.

Fang Mingguang had been glancing sideways at Su Youwen. Seeing him finish his practice, he was overjoyed and quickly walked to Wei Yu's side. "Senior Sister, that person is giving up!"

Wei Yu did not respond; she hadn't finished her Great Stele-Smashing Hand routine yet, and she would finish it before concluding her practice.

Fang Mingguang wasn't in a hurry. While watching to see when Su Youwen would leave the martial arts academy, he secretly glanced at Wei Yu's figure.

If Fang Mingguang hadn't been so short of money lately, he wouldn't have set his sights on Wei Yu and started a betting contest with her.

At this moment, Su Youwen looked up and saw that Wang Sheng was still staring intently at the wooden figure practicing the Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique. He walked to his side and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Wang Sheng, what are your plans? Are you really going to wait until the last day?"

"I'm kind of resigned to my fate! I originally thought I had a chance with my average to below-average aptitude. But now it seems difficult!"

"It seems Brother Du Suo was right. We weren't destined for this; we should have given up long ago."

Wang Sheng remained silent. Before he could finish his martial arts routine, his hands, like whips, lashed out at the wooden dummy, making a buzzing sound.

Amid Su Youwen's half-hearted nagging, he failed to notice that Wang Sheng's "Great Stele-Smashing Hand" technique was becoming increasingly imposing, not only in form but also in spirit.

In Wang Sheng's eyes,

With a single thought, his cheat code appeared.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

[Sinking Stone Stance Exercise: Beginner (99/100)]

[Master of Smashing Monuments: Not Yet an Apprentice (99/100)]

Snapped!

Suddenly,

Wang Sheng struck the wooden dummy with a heavy whip, making a loud noise.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

[Sinking Stone Stance Exercise: Beginner (1/300)]

【The Great Monument Smashing Master: Beginner (1/300)】

Several new disciples nearby also looked over upon hearing the noise.

Su Youwen was stunned. It was a really loud noise. "You hit your bone with that much force."

Wang Sheng didn't speak, but spread out his hands.

His hands were covered in blue, purple, and bloody marks, and his entire hands were a striking jade-red color.

Because after practicing martial arts, a jade-red hue will appear on your hands. What's rare is that you can maintain it.

So Su Youwen wasn't surprised to see that Wang Sheng's hands were jade red when he looked down.

But when Su Youwen noticed that the jade red color in Wang Sheng's hand seemed more pronounced than his own, he took a few more glances at it.

then,

When the signs of the jade-red color fading did not appear for a long time,

Su Youwen, with his head down, trembled slightly.

After waiting for another dozen or so breaths,

After making a rough decision,

Su Youwen suddenly looked up, staring at Wang Sheng with disbelief in his eyes. His eyes were wide open, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Congratulations!

But did it really work out?

He couldn't believe that Wang Sheng, with his inferior physique, had actually succeeded through extraordinary effort.

While Su Youwen was watching his hands, Wang Sheng experienced the benefits of simultaneously mastering the Great Stone-Smashing Hand and the Sinking Stone Pile Technique.

After mastering the basics of the Sinking Stone Stance, Wang Sheng's legs became stronger, his lower body became more stable, and his steps were no longer unsteady.

With the basics of the Great Stele-Smashing Hand technique mastered, and having mastered both form and spirit, Wang Sheng would be no match for three to five ordinary people.

When Su Youwen suddenly looked over, Wang Sheng nodded at him.

"It's done! It really is done!"

"Wang Sheng has entered the path of martial arts! He has entered the path!"

Su Youwen was overjoyed. He suddenly grabbed Wang Sheng's shoulder, even more excited than Wang Sheng, and kept shouting.

He thought only a genius like Lin Shu could master the basics in a month. It was impossible for anyone else; they wouldn't be able to master it even in two months.

But Wang Sheng did it, becoming the second among so many new disciples to enter the world of martial arts.

Even better, he and Wang Sheng had a pretty good relationship.

When Sun Ping heard this, he was the first to disbelieve it and cursed inwardly. If Wang Sheng, with his inferior talent, could even enter the gate, he would immediately turn left and go out to eat a pound of excrement.

But when Su Youwen shouted several times in a row, and still didn't stop, stopping all the martial arts practice in the courtyard and attracting everyone's attention, Sun Ping's expression changed.

His face was extremely ugly, even showing a hint of ferocity.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could a peasant like Wang Sheng, a lowly person, possibly have mastered martial arts!"

Sun Ping's heart was consumed by intense jealousy and anger. He no longer felt any pity or sympathy for Wang Sheng; all that remained was intense jealousy and a maddening hatred.

A peasant actually surpassed him!

"Beginner martial arts? How is that possible?"

Upon hearing Su Youwen's shout, Fang Mingguang's expression changed instantly, and he stood there dumbfounded.

"Junior Brother Fang, we're betting on who can last until the end today, not on who will learn martial arts first. It's a real pity that Junior Brother Wang Sheng didn't make it to the end!"

With a bright smile on his sweat-drenched face, Wei Yu spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"Wang Sheng, he can also learn martial arts?"

Li Hu was somewhat shocked. He never imagined that Wang Sheng could enter the world of martial arts by simply sweating a few more drops of sweat than others!

Once you've mastered martial arts, you'll be respected and revered by ordinary people.