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

"Don't be in such a hurry, there's one more thing."

The principal gestured: "After the selection is finalized, there will be a final speech this afternoon, and the speaker will be..."

"That must be me!" Ji Xuanjun interrupted the principal again, "Wasn't my speech at the last 100-day anti-teacher killing conference outstanding and brilliant?"

"Get out of my way!" The principal finally lost his temper. It was this kid who messed things up last time, causing him to be beaten up by the martial arts association. The saliva coating on his head was so shiny it was practically reflecting light!

"Who else could it be but me?"

Ji Xuanjun was full of defiance. He shook his spiky hair, which seemed to point straight to the sky like seaweed, dancing wildly...

"The speaker for this presentation is Xu Fei."

The principal looked over, causing everyone around him to look away as well.

Many students recognized Xu Fei; they had seen him before, but their impression of him was limited to "the day before yesterday, a guy named Jiahao pretended to go to the wrong class." They remembered that incident, but were not very familiar with Xu Fei's face.

Naland suddenly shrank his neck and lifted his buttocks.

Zhao Ziqing's expression turned serious, and she clenched her fists.

At this moment, Ji Xuanjun and Xu Fei looked at each other and their eyes met.

Xu Fei waved in a friendly manner: "Hello."

Ji Xuanjun: (°Д°)

A thunderbolt struck his heart, leaving him completely stunned.

Because it was a face he could never forget... that martial arts student from another city.

After a brief moment of confusion, Ji Xuanjun suddenly smiled with relief: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

"No wonder martial arts students from other cities came to the No. 3 Middle School's martial arts hall without any prior notice; I hadn't received a single clue beforehand!"

Principal: "Uh, are you sure you haven't misunderstood?"

He didn't understand what Ji Xuanjun meant.

"Stop making excuses!" Ji Xuanjun covered his face with his hands, his fingers spread wide, peeking at Xu Fei through them. "I know everything that happened here!"

His idle right hand held the gun directly at Xu Fei: "You're a transfer student, right?"

"Top martial artists from other cities may have come to Licheng specifically to lower the martial arts exam cutoff score, or to secure a spot that you couldn't get in other cities, just to bully us country martial artists..."

Ji Xuanjun, his right hand still pressed against his face like a facehugger, raised his neck and burst into laughter: "Indeed, I've fallen for it."

"But now, you'll be facing me at my absolute best!"

"The Three Iron Walls, the Strongest City, Martial Chronicles: Mysterious Lord!"

The spearhead swept heavily to the ground. Ji Xuanjun glanced sideways at Xu Fei below the stage and beckoned with his finger: "Come and fight!"

Xu Fei: "...Although I don't know what kind of little drama you're imagining in your mind, since you've chosen to take on the challenge, let's have a real competition."

Last time, there was indeed a slight element of catching the opponent off guard, so this time he is prepared to have a formal match to test the true level of this top student.

He drew a wooden spear identical to the one in Ji Xuanjun's hand, and slowly walked onto the stage to meet everyone's gaze. The two stood facing each other.

Xu Fei slowly stretched out his arms, and the power latent in his limbs and meridians was slowly released. Having received years of combat experience from the simulator, he gradually exuded a wild and powerful aura.

However, this aura was still too weak. In a quiet room, it might have put some pressure on Ji Xuanjun, but in a gathering of many martial arts students, it was easily dispersed. At least a very powerful martial general would be able to detect it.

"Stop it, all of you!"

As the principal shouted, he stepped between the two men amidst the howling wind, separating the two geniuses of No. 3 Middle School who were about to clash.

"If we're really going to fight, let's put on our cushioning suits first!"

Five minutes later, the two, having changed their clothes, stood at opposite ends of the training ground once again.

However, after weighing the wooden guns in their hands, the two men turned around at the same time and said, "Let's get iron ones instead."

It's fine for a novice or two soldier to use this wooden spear for sparring, but if you put two of the strongest soldiers in a real fight... the wooden spear is very likely to break and shatter after multiple exchanges!

So, both of them switched to unsharpened iron spears, which were eight feet and one inch long. If they were sharpened, they would be standard equipment for human soldiers on the battlefields of the heavens.

Therefore, it also has another name – Wubingqiang (武兵枪).

Xu Fei twirled the spear in his hand. It was just the right weight, heavier, longer, straighter, and harder than the iron spear he had made in prehistoric times!

Xu Fei faced forward: "Although I don't know what you've misunderstood, it's perfect, let me test you out on you—I practiced my marksmanship all night after I got home."

Ji Xuanjun no longer believed any of his words: "Practicing all night... Heh, actually, spearmanship is your true martial art, isn't it? I would never slack off on that!"

Don't even think about letting him relax and be careless again!

After the martial arts ceremony, the two charged forward simultaneously, kicking up dust and making a thunderous sound!

In an instant, they clashed, their iron spearheads exploding with force, sending sparks flying everywhere!

After a few blows, the two men simultaneously retreated several steps.

Xu Fei's hand went numb, and his arms trembled slightly.

On the other side, Ji Xuanjun's arms and shoulders were trembling!

"Wow, that's incredibly strong!" Xu Fei was somewhat surprised. His physique was as high as 54 points, comparable to a newly promoted martial artist with no physique talent, yet Ji Xuanjun was able to successfully withstand that attack!

Although they were separated by two large spears during this exchange, and although Ji Xuanjun's hands were trembling violently, it meant that his strength was not much weaker than Xu Fei's, at least fifty points!

"Powerful force!"

Although Ji Xuanjun's hands were trembling, he still proudly raised his chin.

Because that's a mid-level talent, enough to increase strength by 50%, or at most 30 points!

If he were to use his full strength, he would be no less capable than Xu Fei.

However... this is also a talent that is only one-sided. It only enhances strength, while the increase in physique is only one-fifth of that in strength, which means it can only increase by a maximum of 10%, and the upper limit is only six points.

This prevents him from unleashing his full power for extended periods, otherwise his body cannot withstand it.

Just like now, Xu Fei only felt a numbness in his palm, while Ji Xuanjun's shoulders were shaking!

Such a head-on clash would only take a dozen or so rounds before Ji Xuanjun would collapse from exhaustion!

"I can't fight a monster like you head-on... we should compete in marksmanship instead."

Ji Xuanjun gritted his teeth; he had made another big mistake and suffered another small loss!

"Piercing Clouds!"

"Hengduan River!"

The spear tip thrusts straight in, the shaft pierces horizontally, and the spearhead strikes with force...

This time, it didn't even last ten rounds before Ji Xuanjun's spear was deflected by a perfect-level technique. Xu Fei swung his iron spear, the dark staff shadows forming a fan shape, and the unsharpened spearhead struck Ji Xuanjun's chest like a long-handled hammer!