The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

After the large lecture ended.

The students dispersed and went to their respective classrooms for their second lesson.

Ye Xiao and Fatty Wang were walking in the corridor.

but.

The people in the corridor automatically made way for him—not out of respect, but because they didn't want to be associated with the bad luck of a "warrior."

Someone deliberately said loudly as they passed by him:

"See that? That's the brute. Su Muyun actually spoke up for him; he's blind."

"I wonder what kind of bewitching potion they gave Su Muyun?"

"Who knows? Maybe they have some tricks up their sleeve."

"Is it possible that this person took advantage of Su Muyun's sympathy?"

"It must be because Su Muyun is beautiful and kind-hearted that she helped him."

"I bet this guy is secretly thrilled. With Su Muyun speaking up for him and backing him up, he's probably already fantasizing about a toad eating swan meat!"

Then came a burst of meaningful laughter.

Ye Xiao didn't stop walking, as if he hadn't heard anything.

......

The second period in the morning is a practical lesson.

The gifted, elite, and regular classes are taught separately.

The elite class has dedicated training facilities and instructors, while the regular class can only go to the old combat training hall in the South District.

As for the gifted program?

This leads directly to Glory Plaza, a landmark building of Jiang City Martial Arts University!

Glory Square is located in the center of the school, covering an area of ​​100 acres, and is entirely paved with bluestone.

In the center of the square stand hundreds of stone pillars, each three zhang high, inscribed with names—the names of the illustrious heroes who died for humanity over the years!

However, Ye Xiao now includes most of the freshmen.

None of them are qualified to attend classes at Glory Plaza.

When Ye Xiao and Fatty Wang arrived outside the combat training hall.

They could see that the combat training building in front of them was only three stories high, and the paint on the exterior walls had begun to peel off, revealing the mottled red bricks underneath.

Each floor was assigned to four regular classes as practice classrooms.

Because Ye Xiao and Fatty Wang's class is the regular Class 9.

Therefore, the two need to go to the third floor of the training building.

You need to go to the classroom of Class 9 (Regular Class 9).

When Ye Xiao entered the combat training hall, it was already bustling with activity.

The first floor is the training area for regular classes 1 through 4.

There are eight training platforms arranged in two rows, surrounded by mottled wooden stands.

A faded slogan hangs on the wall: "Fists and feet have no eyes; you are responsible for your own life and death."

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and the rubbery smell of cheap protective pads.

Hundreds of freshmen from regular classes are warming up; some are stretching, some are meditating, and some are practicing punches on sandbags.

When Ye Xiao entered, all eyes turned to him.

Although Ye Xiao did not hear their whispers.

But Ye Xiao didn't even need to think about it.

This group of people is definitely talking about his old topics again.

Gossiping is a thing.

It's incredibly boring.

Ye Xiao now wants to focus more on improving his strength.

soon.

Ye Xiao and Fatty Wang arrived at the third floor of the practical training building.

In the classroom of Class 9 (a regular class).

Ye Xiao saw a familiar face.

It was Zhou Ming, the homeroom teacher he had met yesterday.

At this time.

"Wang Pangzi whispered from the side."

"It is said that Teacher Zhou used to be a very outstanding teacher. He was very accomplished and specialized in teaching gifted students."

"But later, he was seriously injured during a mission, his cultivation level dropped, and he was reassigned to teach regular classes."

Listening to Fatty Wang's words, Ye Xiao was surprised to find that this seemingly young homeroom teacher was quite unexpected.

There are such rich experiences in the past?

Just then.

Zhou Ming glanced at Ye Xiao, his gaze lingering on Ye Xiao's faded T-shirt for a few seconds.

"Ye Xiao, Wang Hou, right?"

"Yes."

The two responded in unison.

"Go change your clothes and get ready for class."

There were no superfluous words, no sarcasm, and no sympathy.

There was only one very basic reminder from the teacher.

Ye Xiao and Fatty Wang went to the locker room to change into a set of training clothes issued by the school.

The short-sleeved shirt and shorts were dusty and worn, with frayed edges at the cuffs.

The treatment for regular students is indeed not very good.

When he came out, the other students had already formed a semicircle and were standing in front of Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming, holding the roster, began calling out names:

"Wang Lei".

"Here!" A burly young man responded, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, clearly someone who could train his body.

He awakened a C-level profession: Strongman, but he was already considered an "expert" in the regular class.

"Zhang Qiang."

"Here!" A tall, thin boy with dyed yellow hair and shrewd eyes, who had awakened a C-rank profession: Lightning Sword.

In reality, it can only condense a faint sword aura, which is not as good as a real knife.

When it came to Zhang Qiang's turn to be called.

Ye Xiao's gaze lingered on him for a while longer.

Because of this person.

That's his and Fatty Wang's blond roommate.

As for the other bespectacled, brooding guy...

His name is Gao Yao, and he has awakened a C-level profession: Long Shot.

The ability is to see further and to shoot arrows faster, more accurately, and with greater power than others.

"Li Fang".

"arrive!"

A short-haired girl who looks very capable has awakened a C-rank profession: Fireball.

However, her fireball spell is only the size of a fist and requires a five-second incantation.

......

"Wang Hou."

"arrive."

"Ye Xiao".

"arrive."

After taking attendance.

Zhou Ming closed the roster and glanced at everyone:

"Students, today is your first practical lesson."

"Although I know that you are all winners in the college entrance examination, which is why you came to our school!"

"But before the formal classes begin, I need to assess everyone's abilities!"

"Therefore, the rules of this class are very simple—all students must go up to the training platform to compete, and it will stop when one of them wins."

"The loser steps down, and the winner steps up to defend their title until they are knocked down."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ye Xiao, seemingly unintentionally:

In this world, everything depends on strength.

"Whoever is stronger has the right to speak. Understand?"

The students responded in unison.

"clear!"

"Now we'll draw lots." Zhou Ming took out a handful of wooden slips with numbers engraved on them.

Ye Xiao drew number 1.

The guy who drew number 2 was the burly boy named Wang Lei.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw that he was in the same group as Ye Xiao, and then he smiled.

Ye Xiao was very familiar with that kind of smile—it was the smile of prey being brought to one's mouth.

Wang Lei walked up to Ye Xiao and looked down at him—he was half a head taller than Ye Xiao and his shoulders were a head wider.

"So you're that brute?"

Ye Xiao didn't speak.

Wang Lei turned to the others and said:

"Do you know what a martial artist is? It's a useless person who has no spiritual power, no magic, and can only rely on brute force to fight."

Someone burst out laughing.

Wang Lei continued:

"At least we regular students can cultivate, but martial artists can't even cultivate. He's just here to make up the numbers. After graduation, he'll go to work in the mines and never get ahead in his life."

The students burst into laughter.

The homeroom teacher, Zhou Ming, didn't say a word; he was simply observing Ye Xiao's every move.

Ye Xiao looked at Wang Lei, but still didn't say anything.

Wang Lei reached out and patted Ye Xiao on the shoulder.

It was very light, but extremely insulting:

"When you go on stage later, I'll let you off easy, don't cry."

Someone nearby started making a fuss:

"Brother Lei, don't be too rough. If you cripple someone, you'll have to pay compensation!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Brutes are worthless; even if you cripple someone, the school might not care!"

Ye Xiao finally spoke.

He looked at Wang Lei, his tone as calm as if he were having a conversation:

"Have you taken enough photos?"

Wang Lei paused for a moment, his hand frozen in mid-air.

Ye Xiao continued:

"Go on stage when you've had enough photos, I'm in a hurry."