High Martial Arts Races: I Ascend to the Future in a Simulation

"I've become one of them too."

Xu Fei sighed with a touch of nostalgia. There was a time when only the most outstanding martial arts students with the highest cultivation levels could participate in any special events held at No. 3 Middle School.

Someone at the bottom of the class like him could only stay in the classroom and watch longingly as others returned, then he could huddle up and listen to their detailed accounts.

Sometimes, a powerful martial arts master from a neighboring city would pass by, and the students would be organized to go and ask for his guidance, which would also be a way for them to get to know the big shot.

Sometimes, a piece of flesh and blood from a powerful alien race from the four realms would be sent down from "above," so the leaders of the major martial arts schools in Licheng would lead their students to the banquet.

These are the privileges that belong to outstanding young people.

Aside from the homeroom teachers and school leaders, by the time Xu Fei arrived, more than thirty students had already gathered at the training ground. Including those who had not yet arrived, there were about sixty people in total.

Even the weakest among them possesses the cultivation of a peak martial artist, just one step away from being promoted to a martial soldier.

"This atmosphere...it's like a martial arts competition is about to begin."

The class monitor, who was wearing glasses, said thoughtfully.

"Xu Fei, keep an eye on those guys."

Bai Ruojing patted his shoulder, pointed out several people in the crowd, and kindly reminded him.

"Well……"

Xu Fei looked over at the people she was pointing to.

Three of the five people looked familiar: one was Ji Xuanjun, the top student in the grade, and the other two were Zhao Ziqing, the president of the student council, and Na Nan, the vice president.

None of the five people looked in their direction.

"What's going on, little one?"

Bai Ruojing said seriously, "Didn't I tell you? There might be some sparring matches coming up. You can ignore the others, but you absolutely need to be wary of those five!"

"Because—they are the five strongest warriors in the Third Squad!"

"They are also the first five martial artists in this graduating class of No. 3 Middle School to break through to the Martial Soldier level, with at least the second stage of Martial Soldier cultivation, creating a significant gap between them and other students!"

They were respectfully called the Five Veterans!

Xu Fei: "...I think I vaguely remember that."

I not only have a vague impression of him, but he was the one who first spread that nickname.

He later proposed the concept of "Seven Warriors Under the Master," but unfortunately, the sixth and seventh warriors did not have as many advantages as the first five, so the nickname did not spread.

But the five veterans are indeed quite famous.

"Don't get so cocky, kid!" Bai Ruojing rolled her eyes. "Don't think you're invincible just because you beat one of them the day before yesterday. You're just strong, that's all."

"Even if combat between soldiers mainly relies on physique and strength, and control and combat skills are not that important... but this is based on one condition: you must at least know how to fight!"

She pointed to the student council vice president who had been scared off by Xu Fei yesterday.

"Especially that guy—his homeroom teacher is our homeroom teacher's nemesis! His martial arts skills are superb, his swordsmanship is exceptionally advanced beyond the proficient level, and he'll probably master it in another year or two. Then he'll definitely target you!"

"You must be careful of that guy! Because even I'm no match for him!"

Xu Fei asked in confusion, "Wait, why are you calling him 'that guy' too? You've fought him before, haven't you? Don't you know his real name?"

Bai Ruojing: "Because his name is Nalande."

"It's not funny at all."

Bai Ruojing, who hadn't understood what Xu Fei was saying, skipped over his words and continued.

"In hand-to-hand combat, he shouldn't be a match for you. If you just rush in and throw wild punches, only Chairman Zhao and Ji Xuanjun should be your opponents. But if nothing unexpected happens, you'll need to choose your weapons in sparring matches!"

"You haven't systematically learned martial arts yet. You probably don't know how to use any weapons, even swords, spears, or halberds. Even if you do learn, it won't improve your combat power much—although those are just wooden weapons, hardwood still hurts a lot when it hits a person!"

Bai Ruojing chuckled: "Actually, let alone those five, if they were really on stage, I'm sure they could outwit you!"

"Little classmate, listen to my advice."

Xu Fei said earnestly, "Take back what you just said, or you'll be proven wrong."

"What are you collecting?" Although Bai Ruojing kindly reminded Xu Fei a few times, it didn't mean she had forgotten what happened the day before yesterday!

The pain from slamming her hand hard on the table with the force of the wrench disappeared by the morning of that day, but the grudge against those who mocked her stunning beauty would never be forgotten!

"What are you trying to prove, you martial arts student who just awakened your talent and hasn't even broken through to the Martial Soldier level yet?"

Bai Ruojing curled her lip: "There's a mountain separating unarmed from armed, and a river separating those skilled in using weapons!"

"This river alone is worth a talent!"

Xu Fei: "Then you're absolutely right."

So, with his Seven Rivers technique and his perfected spear skills... how much effort would those five need to make to overcome it?

All five of them at once?

LOL, even if they all attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for him!

It's not like he hasn't been in group fights before.

After all the students in the grade had gathered, the principal also appeared.

"Everyone here is a bright future for our school!"

The principal, a man of great integrity and exceptional intelligence, said with a smile, "I'm sure you all know that the martial arts exam is in a month."

"Can you stop with the nonsense, you old bald guy? We need to hear the important stuff!"

Ji Xuanjun, with an unusually eye-catching punk hairstyle, shouted from the crowd. Although it was very impolite, it voiced the thoughts of many students present.

The principal's lips twitched: "Beihu City will hold the 37-city trial. The winners will not only receive bonus points in the martial arts exam, but also a high reward. Our school has three spots, which will be allocated through the competition."

"Let's begin now!"

Ji Xuanjun let out a strange cry, darted to the weapon rack, pulled out a wooden spear, pressed the spearhead to the ground to form a bow, and then suddenly sprang up, causing him to leap into the air, covering a distance of more than twenty meters, and finally landing steadily in the center of the martial arts stage.

"I'm sure there'll be a spot for me!"

Ji Xuanjun's gaze swept over Zhao Ziqing, Nalande, and the others below him.

Of course, it wasn't these two who posed a threat. He regarded all the martial arts students behind him in the Third Middle School as worthless. At this moment, he was looking at the two student council presidents, but his mind was on the person he had met yesterday.

That was definitely a martial arts student from another city. Taking advantage of his inability to dodge when he was in a big E position, he made him suffer a heavy loss and tasted the humiliation of defeat, which was extremely rare among his peers.

But that was the only time, because he would learn his lesson and never underestimate anyone who seemed ordinary.

Once he gets this spot, he will surely be able to reunite with the culprit who brought him shame when he participates in the "37 Cities Trial"!

Let the other party know his true strength, and know how terrifying he will be when he gets serious!