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

Outside the Tianwu simulator, a semi-transparent display screen floats above the hatch.

On the screen was a green wavy line, like an electrocardiogram in a hospital, beating steadily with a rise and fall every two seconds, the rhythm gentle.

Below the waveform line, there are three status indicator lights.

Green represents a healthy state.

Yellow represents combat consumption.

Red signifies injury.

At this moment, only one and a half minutes had passed since Wei Xiu lay down inside.

"It's turned from green to yellow!"

One of the sharp-eyed apprentices was the first to shout it out.

Everyone looked up and saw that the indicator light on the screen had indeed changed from green to yellow, and the originally smooth waveform line had begun to show subtle fluctuations.

"They've already started fighting so quickly?" someone asked in surprise.

"One and a half minutes? That's incredibly fast! Last time I went in, it took me three minutes just to get used to the environment."

"Nonsense, Wei Xiu is our sparring partner. He has more practical experience than us, so it's normal that he adapts quickly."

Huo Quan leaned back in the lounge area, twirling a sports drink in his hand, a smile on his lips that made you want to punch him.

"It turned yellow in just a minute and a half?"

He chuckled softly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around him to hear.

"At this rate, they'll be ejected within three minutes. Two thousand dollars down the drain, not even a bang."

Lin Qi stood at the front of the crowd, his hands in his pockets, his face looking rather grim.

"Can you just shut up?"

"Young Master Huo, if you're so bored, why don't you think about how to clear the second level on your own merits? Don't just stand here cawing like a crow!"

Huo Quan's face darkened, but before he could refute, he did not speak.

"Um?"

A voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, came from the direction of the stairwell.

"It's almost closing time, why are there still so many people gathered here?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Three men and one woman came down from the corner of the stairs.

All four of them were very young; the oldest looked to be no more than twenty.

Their martial arts uniforms were not the blue ones worn by the first-floor apprentices, but rather a gray and black striped design, with the silver emblem of the Dome Martial Arts School embroidered on the chest and two gold stripes on the cuffs.

The second floor is the class for aspiring martial artists.

"It's Senior Brother Li Tian!"

"Senior Sister Sun Na is here too!"

"Hello, senior brother! Hello, senior sister!"

The apprentices on the first floor instantly seemed to have been switched on, bowing their heads in unison, their tone filled with utter respect.

Even the people who were arguing earlier immediately shut up and stood properly.

These are the rules of the Dome Martial Arts School.

Strength determines status!

The students in the second-floor aspirant martial artist class all have a minimum Yuan Power of 500. Any one of them could easily beat the apprentices on the first floor to a pulp!

Leading the way was a young man in a black martial arts uniform.

He was tall and slender, not particularly handsome, but he had a natural air of arrogance about him.

When looking at people, his chin is slightly raised, as if he is examining something that is not worth caring about.

Black martial arts uniform.

Among the blue on the first floor and the gray on the second floor, black is the most eye-catching color.

This means that this person's strength is among the best in the aspiring martial artist class, and he may even break through to the martial artist level at any time!

The young man in black walked closer, his gaze sweeping over the apprentices watching, finally settling on Xiaoling, and he nodded slightly.

"Sister Xiaoling, are you still staring at the simulator so late?" He spoke casually, but was still polite.

"Who's training here? Is it worth you coming here to supervise?"

Xiaoling didn't answer immediately, but stood next to the simulator with her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the slowly undulating waveform line on the screen.

"A new sparring partner."

"This is my first time using the Tianwu Simulator, so I need to keep an eye on it."

"A sparring partner?" The young man in black raised an eyebrow, seemingly finding it somewhat amusing.

"Does a sparring partner even deserve to use the Tianwu Simulator?"

Huo Quan, who was standing next to him, immediately came over, his expression changing from the sarcastic tone to an almost fawning enthusiasm.

"Senior Brother Li Tian! You've come at just the right time!"

He pointed to the simulator and explained rapidly:

"It's that sparring partner who's been making headlines on the first floor lately, what's his name, Wei Xiu? His Yuan Power is only a little over 400, and he hasn't even learned a single Yellow-level martial art, yet he insists on going in to experience the first level."

Huo Quan chuckled and shrugged.

"We all advised him not to waste his money, but he wouldn't listen. Look, he was only in there for a minute and a half before he was out of commission. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen!"

After hearing this, Li Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"A sparring partner with 400 yuan of energy to challenge the first level?" He shook his head, as if listening to a not-so-funny joke.

"What else is this but delivering food?"

Lin Qi stood in the crowd, listening to the jeers, his face growing increasingly grim.

Finally, unable to resist taking a deep breath, he retorted:

"Wei Xiu's combat skills are very strong; you wouldn't know unless you've fought him. He could even withstand Big Bear's Thunderous Fist; he might have a chance on the first level!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The students on the second floor exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat strange.

Huo Quan burst out laughing.

"Hahaha... Lin Qi, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?"

He stopped smiling and looked down at Lin Qi with a condescending gaze.

Do you know who the general guarding the first level is?

Lin Qi was taken aback.

"Who is it?"

Huo Quan didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Li Tian with a fawning expression that seemed to say, "Let me speak for you."

Li Tian didn't stop them; he just stood there with his arms crossed and a blank expression.

Huo Quan then turned his head and said slowly and deliberately, in a tone that said, "You're too naive":

"The guardian general of the first level has combat data from seven years ago, just like Senior Brother Li Tian!"

"Although Senior Brother Li's Yuan Power was only 490 at that time, he had already mastered three Yellow-level martial arts and had an explosive amount of combat experience!"

He held up a finger and waved it in front of Lynch.

"You think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get past the first floor? In the entire first-floor apprentice class, you can count the number of people who can get past the first floor on one hand."

"Everyone spent months, dying and bearing the burden again and again, just barely managing to get through it!"

He glanced at the still slightly undulating waveform on the simulator and sneered.

"A sparring partner who hasn't even learned martial arts thinks he can last half an hour against Senior Brother Li? Dream on!"

Lin Qi's face darkened completely.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Three Yellow-level martial arts techniques!

For most students, mastering even one skill before becoming a quasi-martial artist is already quite an achievement, enough to get good results in the college entrance examination.

This Li Tian, ​​however, is proficient in three Yellow-level martial arts!

All of this combined represents an insurmountable chasm for Wei Xiu at present!

"Three minutes." Huo Quan glanced at the time again, his tone certain.

"He'll be ejected in three minutes at most!"