Gao Wu: From a poor man in the outer city to a martial saint of the ten directions

"Although it can simulate data from elite students throughout history, demonstrating superb martial arts skills, its AI has fixed behavioral logic!"

"You just need to spend enough money to buy enough simulation sessions and memorize the response to every move, just like memorizing chess scores."

"Even if you only have 400 Yuan Power, you can still grind it out using prediction and strategies!"

Lin Qi straightened up and looked at Huo Quan in the distance with an all-seeing gaze.

"This guy, although the Huo family can't compare to our Lin family, we can still afford to spend a few hundred thousand to boost his simulation battle points."

"Look at the way he's acting, like he really won by sheer skill, tsk..."

After listening, Wei Xiu nodded thoughtfully.

He neither agreed with Lynch nor refuted her.

There is indeed a significant gap between the achievement of clearing a game by spending money and true skill.

But that chasm can be covered up in certain situations.

For example... the college entrance examination.

If Huo Quan can achieve a sufficiently high score in the Tianwu Simulation Battle before the college entrance examination, he can earn the title of elite student of the Qiongding Martial Arts Academy.

Will university admissions offices that only look at results delve into whether he relied on merit or tricks?

Will not.

That's just how the world is.

The result is always more important than the process.

"Alright, who cares?" Wei Xiu looked away and patted Lin Qi on the shoulder.

"You go practice first, I'm going to find Sister Xiaoling to take care of something."

"Okay." Lin Qi nodded, turned around and took two steps toward the equipment area, then turned back and called out again.

"By the way, Lao Wei, if your schedule is full today, don't forget to reserve an hour for me! I need to spar with you too!"

Wei Xiu waved his hand without turning his head.

"Get in line."

Upon arriving at the door of the academic affairs office, Wei Xiu raised his hand and knocked twice.

"Come in."

It was Li Bulong's voice, deep and resonant, so powerful it made your eardrums vibrate even through the door.

Wei Xiu pushed open the door and went in.

The office was larger than I had imagined, but the furnishings were very simple.

A row of metal filing cabinets lined the wall, with a long conference table in the middle, on which several documents and an old terminal were scattered.

By the window, Li Bulong was sitting in a large office chair, seemingly looking through some materials.

Xiaoling stood next to the filing cabinet, holding a stack of forms, and was talking quietly with another young man wearing a martial arts school uniform.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and scholarly, more like an office worker than someone from a martial arts school.

"Wei Xiu?" Xiao Ling looked up and saw him, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"What is it?"

Wei Xiu walked over and handed the pay slip from yesterday onto the table.

"Sister Xiaoling, I'd like to ask about individual income tax..."

Xiaoling glanced down at her payslip, her brows furrowing slightly.

"You're quite thoughtful."

She picked up her payslip and turned to look at the young man with glasses.

"Zhou Wen, pull up his information and take a look. It should be that the system automatically deducted the tax at the standard labor service rate, without going through the student tax reduction channel."

"Okay." Zhou Wen nodded, walked to the terminal and sat down, his fingers tapping a few times on the keyboard.

"name?"

"Wei Xiu".

"Wei... Xiu..." Zhou Wen typed and muttered, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Wei Xiu.

"You're the sparring partner from yesterday who took a Thunder Fist from Big Bear with your head?"

Wei Xiu was surprised that the news spread so quickly, and touched his nose with a little embarrassment.

"Yes."

Zhou Wen looked him up and down, then clicked his tongue twice.

"Incredible. I overheard someone talking about it yesterday, and I thought it was an exaggeration."

"A sparring partner with less than 400 Yuan Power withstood a Yellow-level martial art and even cracked Big Bear's hand. This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing in the history of sparring partners on the first floor."

He adjusted his glasses, turned to look at Xiaoling, and teased her with a smile:

"Xiaoling, you have great taste! Where did you find such a gem?"

"I didn't dig it up," Xiaoling said calmly, her tone indifferent.

"It was Master Li who recruited me. I'm just going through the motions."

"Brother Bulong?" Zhou Wen turned to look at Li Bulong again.

Li Bulong put down his teacup and laughed heartily.

"I just saw his talent and didn't want a promising talent to be stifled by the rules. Who knew this kid would cause such a stir on his very first day?"

He stood up from his chair, walked over to Wei Xiu, raised his large, fan-shaped hand, and patted Wei Xiu's shoulder heavily.

Snapped!

The palm strike was quite powerful, but Wei Xiu didn't budge, only paused slightly.

"Hmm?" Li Bulong's expression suddenly changed.

He didn't immediately remove his hand, but instead pressed on Wei Xiu's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over Wei Xiu twice.

His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Young man, it seems yesterday's competition has improved you quite a bit."

He withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, and looked at Wei Xiu with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Your Yuan Power has broken through four hundred?"

The office fell silent for two seconds after those words were spoken!

Xiaoling stopped arranging the forms, looked up at Wei Xiu, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Zhou Wen paused for a moment while typing, then turned his head and looked Wei Xiu up and down.

"Impossible, right?" Zhou Wen was the first to speak.

"Didn't he score 393 yesterday? How can he break 400 in just one day?"

Xiaoling also frowned slightly, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"Master Li, are you sure? Breaking through 400 Yuan Power is no small matter. It's the last bottleneck that many people have been stuck on for months."

"He was 393 yesterday, and today...?"

Compared to Xiaoling and the other two's surprise, Wei Xiu was also taken aback!

The pat Li Bulong gave him on the shoulder just now wasn't just a casual greeting; it was him checking his Yuan Power level.

Moreover, he was able to see right through it?

This is outrageous!

According to textbooks, precise measurement of elemental force requires specialized instruments.

Even a formal martial artist can only roughly estimate a range by observing the fluctuations in the opponent's qi and blood and their breathing rhythm.

How terrifying must Li Bulong's eyesight be to be able to accurately determine that he has broken through 400 with just a casual snap of his fingers?

Wei Xiu suppressed his surprise and maintained a blank expression.

"Really? I haven't taken the test at school yet, so I'm not sure. Maybe... it's because I played a few games yesterday, and that's why my score went up?"

"It rose naturally?" Zhou Wen couldn't help but laugh.

"Young man, are you really unaware or pretending? Yuan energy is a hurdle at one hundred. Every time you reach a whole hundred, the breakthrough to the final point requires a special opportunity."

"Many people are stuck at 399, unable to break through for three or five months. Yesterday you were at 393, and today you can break through 400. This can no longer be explained by natural growth."

Wei Xiu was stunned for a moment.

He really didn't know that.

My Yuan Power growth over the past three months has been entirely due to the system gradually converting experience points into it.

Between 380 and 390 experience points, ten experience points can be exchanged for one point of Yuan Power.

The same applies to the range of 390 to 400.

I've never encountered any "bottleneck" and had no idea that such a concept existed!