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

For the next two days, Wei Xiu completely immersed himself in the dome-shaped martial arts gym.

Friday afternoon was dedicated to three sparring sessions.

On Saturday, they fought from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m., with only a three-hour break in between. They even ate lunch standing up by the training ground.

Sunday is another full day.

For two and a half days, Wei Xiu worked tirelessly like a machine on the first-floor arena.

The opponents changed one after another.

Some people have higher Yuan power than him, some have better martial arts skills than him, and some are stronger than him physically.

But very few people can truly put enough pressure on him.

Most of his opponents either lost their rhythm due to Wei Xiu's close-quarters combat or were worn down by his "iron-clad" body.

The sounds of fists colliding echoed throughout the training ground.

Wei Xiu suffered many new injuries, but his [Undying] talent continued to heal him silently.

The old bruises hadn't completely faded when new bruises covered them, layer upon layer, like some kind of strange medal.

The system's rating records have been constantly updated over the past two and a half days.

Grade D.

Grade D.

Grade C.

Grade D.

Grade C.

Grade D...

Most opponents can only provide limited pressure, and their ratings mostly hover around D, giving 10 experience points each time.

Occasionally, you might encounter a few strong or aggressive players who can force you into a C-level rating, granting you 20 experience points.

As for Category B... it never appeared again.

People like Da Xiong, who, when pushed to the limit, resort to illegal and reckless use of Yellow-level martial arts techniques, are only a minority.

Two C-level matches, 20 experience points per match.

Eleven D-level matches, 10 experience points per match.

Adding the remaining points from before, I accumulated a total of 150 experience points over two and a half days.

After converting all of it into Yuan Power, Wei Xiu's Yuan Power reached a terrifying 430!

It rose 24 points in just two and a half days!

This speed, if it were at Linghai No. 7 Middle School, would be enough to make the entire school's teachers and students drop their jaws in astonishment.

For the average person, it increases by three to five points per month.

A genius can increase their score by 10 to 15 points in a month.

My points increased by 24 in less than three days!

This can't be described as just "genius," it's practically cheating!

But Wei Xiu knew in his heart that this was not the limit.

If we could get more C grades, if we could get B grades or even A grades...

Unfortunately, the apprentices on the first floor could only exert so much pressure.

Either their Yuan energy is insufficient, their martial arts skills are too weak, or they lack practical combat experience.

Occasionally, a few players can fight, but after one match they are exhausted and unable to play again for a while.

Wei Xiu sometimes thinks that it would be great if Zhou Xiong were here.

That monster, every punch he throws is real pressure. After a fight, you can at least get a C-rank, and if you're lucky, you might even get a B-rank!

Unfortunately, we don't know where that guy is now...

……

In addition to the increase in Yuan Power, Wei Xiu also gained two other things.

The first thing is money.

Two and a half days of sparring, plus three hours on Friday afternoon, totaling twenty-one hours.

The hourly wage is 400, and the net income after tax is 7,400 yuan.

Including what I had left over, I had 7,800 yuan in my bank account.

This number was astronomical for Wei Xiu, who was struggling to make ends meet just a month ago.

But Wei Xiu did not drift away.

He transferred five thousand yuan of it to another card, which was specifically saved for fixed expenses.

Next month's rent, my mother's continued medical expenses, and my own school fees.

The remaining 2,800 is for contingency funds.

He planned to use two thousand of them to experience the Tianwu Simulator.

The second thing is connections.

Two and a half days of intensive training made Wei Xiu a household name among the apprentices on the first floor.

The nickname "Iron Man Wei Xiu" has spread far and wide, I don't know who gave it to him.

As you walk around the training ground, people pat you on the shoulder and greet you from time to time.

"Brother Wei, what game is it today? Take it easy."

"Brother Wei Xiu, how about we eat together at the cafeteria tonight? I'll treat you to dinner on the second floor!"

"Brother Wei, are you coming again next Monday? I'm number one in line, it's a promise!"

Even the senior apprentices who used to ignore Wei Xiu now nod when they meet.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, fists are the best calling card.

Even if you're just a sparring partner.

As long as you are tough, ruthless, and good at fighting, no one will dare to underestimate you.

……

At 5 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, there were fewer people in the training ground on the first floor of the Dome Martial Arts School than during the day.

Most of the apprentices had finished their day's training and were heading to the canteen or locker room in twos and threes.

Wei Xiu had just finished his fifth match of the day and was sitting on a bench next to the ring, drinking water.

The white sparring uniform was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining the clearly defined muscles.

Several newly formed bruises on his forehead and arms were particularly noticeable under the light.

But he was in great spirits, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Xiaoling walked out of the corridor with a stack of forms in her hand, ready to go to the academic affairs office to file them.

As she passed the arena, she habitually glanced at the area, her gaze landing on Wei Xiu, and she paused slightly.

"Aren't you leaving yet? It's Sunday today, the martial arts gym closes at six o'clock."

Wei Xiu put down the water bottle and stood up.

"Sister Xiaoling, I want to ask you something."

"explain."

"Can I use the Tianwu Simulator now?"

Xiaoling raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.

"Didn't Master Li say that you should come back to him when your Yuan Power reaches 450?"

"I can't wait that long." Wei Xiu's tone was calm, but there was an undeniable seriousness in his eyes.

"The school has announced that classes will resume as normal on Monday. I want to confirm my upper limit again before classes start."

Xiaoling was silent for two seconds.

"How much Yuan Power do you have?"

"It should be around 430, right?"

430.

Xiaoling's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Three days, from 393 to 430?

This speed is among the top tier of all high schools in Linghai City.

But she didn't ask any further questions; she just nodded.

"If it's 430, there's not entirely no chance on the first level. But be prepared, it's highly unlikely you'll last more than 30 seconds."

"I know," Wei Xiu nodded.

"I still want to give it a try."

Xiaoling glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

"Come with me."

The two walked through the training ground and headed towards the innermost column-shaped instruments.

The apprentices who hadn't left yet perked up immediately upon seeing this.

"Huh? Wei Xiu is going to use the Tianwu Simulator?"

"Really? Does he have enough Yuan energy?"

"Let's go, let's go take a look!"

Seven or eight people swarmed around, and several others who were about to go to the changing room also turned back.

Huo Quan was also there.

He had just come out of the Tianwu simulator and was sitting in the rest area drinking water when he saw Wei Xiu walking over. He curled his lip and revealed an expression of watching a good show.

"Hey, even your sparring partner wants to play a simulator?" Huo Quan leaned back in his chair, his tone slightly mocking.

"Sister Xiaoling, have you thought this through? This thing costs two thousand yuan per session. Don't let people's hard-earned money go down the drain."

The henchmen nearby immediately joined in the commotion.

"Exactly, Brother Wei Xiu, you haven't even learned a single Yellow-level martial art. Going in there is just asking for trouble, isn't it?"

"The general guarding the first level is a near-martial artist with over 800 Yuan Power. You only have 430? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"Wouldn't it be better to save those two thousand yuan and treat yourself to a nice meal?"

Wei Xiu didn't even glance at Huo Quan.

He walked to the row of silver-gray columnar instruments, his gaze sweeping over the shimmering blue halo on the hatch.

"Sister Xiaoling, which one works?"