Full-Time Martial Saint

Chen's lunch was still the high-quality nutritious meal from the No. 1 canteen.

Of the 10,000 yuan his father Chen Changhe left him before he passed away, 7,000 yuan was spent on purchasing the Virtual Realm Terminal and the Crystal Helmet.

Yesterday's premium nutritional meal at noon, plus this morning's regular nutritional meal, cost him another thousand yuan. The remaining two thousand yuan was not enough to support his eating habits. Fortunately, Ning Yuhang and the other three had already given him 1200 yuan for "private coaching" in advance this morning.

The four of them originally planned to pay for a whole month at once, since ten thousand yuan was nothing compared to their family background.

But Chen never agreed, only saying that the four of them should pay by the day first, and try it for a few days to see if it works.

If it really works, it's not too late to have sex again for a month.

During the afternoon physical training session, Chen Cong still received special care from Qin Chuan. He trained for eighty minutes straight until he was "exhausted" and was carried out of the physical training hall by Zhao Cheng.

His relentless training methods have gradually changed the opinions of some students in Class 2 of Senior Three. At least the sarcasm and ridicule he displayed yesterday have significantly decreased.

Time quickly came to four o'clock, inside the boxing classroom.

After practicing Bajiquan with Zhang Kui for 45 minutes, it was time for the group to spar in pairs.

This time, Chen kept his promise and took the initiative to ask to be assigned to the same group as Lin Xiao.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiao raised her hand again, specifically asking Ning Yuhang to fight her.

Zhang Kui was very puzzled.

Lin Xiao was unwilling to explain.

But after a moment's thought, Chen Cong seemed to understand the gist of it.

The girl is unwilling to fight me; she must have been discouraged by our brief encounter last night.

Having figured all this out, he didn't insist and chose to be Zhao Cheng's sparring partner again.

After the two had been fighting for just over ten minutes, Zhao Cheng said with a bitter face, "Brother Cong, please spare me."

During yesterday's boxing class, after he was forced to retaliate, he was still able to get Chen Cong to block a couple of times.

But today was different. For some reason, he felt that Chen Cong across from him was as slippery as an eel. After more than ten minutes, not only did his fists and palms not touch Chen Cong at all, but he himself was almost knocked down several times. This frustration of punching cotton was extremely tormenting for him.

"Yang Can! Lao Huang!"

After begging for mercy, Zhao Cheng immediately called over Yang Can and Huang Changhu, who were fighting fiercely on the other side.

Upon hearing the sound, the two stopped their movements and walked over slowly.

"What's wrong?" Yang Can asked, looking puzzled.

Zhao Cheng quickly pushed him in front of Chen Cong: "You come and spar with Brother Cong. Old Huang, let's have a fight."

Upon hearing this, Yang Can looked at Chen Cong with excitement.

To be honest, although Zhang Kui personally admitted that Chen had achieved a minor mastery of Bajiquan, and everyone saw his nonchalant demeanor when he fought Zhao Cheng yesterday, they hadn't actually fought him themselves, so they didn't know just how strong a minor mastery of Bajiquan really was.

Yang Can was naturally excited when he suddenly heard that he had a chance to fight Chen Cong.

"Chen Cong, my martial arts skills are only 385 points. I still haven't reached the threshold of minor mastery. I can't control my strength well. You'd better be careful later."

Knowing that Chen Cong's overall physical condition was poor, and that he would likely be injured if he accidentally took a punch from him, Yang Can warned him in a deep voice.

Chen Cong smiled and nodded: "Fight without worry, don't hold back."

He had just tested the effects of the "Spirit Ape Step" on Zhao Cheng. Although he had only just begun to learn this movement technique and was not yet very proficient in using it, it was enough to deal with ordinary martial arts students like Yang Can.

Without saying a word, Yang Can threw a punch and charged forward.

Although his skill in boxing was slightly higher than Zhao Cheng's, their fates were almost identical.

In just a few minutes, Yang Can, who had taken the initiative to attack, was already panting heavily, but he hadn't even touched the hem of Chen Cong's clothes. This made him realize why Zhao Cheng would rather be beaten up by Huang Changhu, who ranked fifth in the class in martial arts skills, than fight Chen Cong.

At the front of the boxing classroom, Zhang Kui held a water cup, his gaze quietly fixed on Chen Cong, who was sparring with Yang Can in the crowd.

"Teacher Zhang, that kid seems to be using some kind of movement technique..."

The teaching assistant who had previously called Chen Cong came to Zhang Kui's side and spoke with some surprise.

Zhang Kui smiled and nodded: "It's somewhat like the school of thought from Annam... I underestimated his comprehension."

The teaching assistant was somewhat puzzled by what he heard.

Zhang Kui explained, "As far as I know, there are no martial artists from Annam in Xiangcheng. Even if there are, they wouldn't easily pass on techniques like movement skills."

"Then Chen Cong's movement technique is..." The teaching assistant frowned, his face full of doubt.

"The Void Realm, the Divine Battle Arena." Zhang Kui took a sip of tea and said, "Old Ma told me yesterday that he had already applied for a Void Realm account activation code for Chen Cong in advance."

"If I'm not mistaken, he should have entered the Void Realm last night and encountered an opponent from Annam at the God-Evolving Arena."

Upon hearing this, the teaching assistant asked incredulously, "Teacher Zhang means that Chen Cong only fought one match against an opponent from Annam in the Divine Strike Arena, and he managed to steal that opponent's movement technique?!"

Zhang Kui turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "Otherwise what? You've seen the student's information too. With his family background, let alone foreigners, they wouldn't even be qualified to contact ordinary martial artists in the Great Xia."

The teaching assistant was stunned and speechless. After a long period of contemplation, he still couldn't convince himself that a martial arts student could steal the opponent's movement techniques after just one fight.

Movement techniques are not comparable to martial arts skills; the difficulty of cultivating them is on a completely different level.

"Don't make such a fuss. He's only grasped the basics; it's hardly a movement technique." Zhang Kui handed him the empty water glass, saying, "Without an overall physical fitness level of at least 10, and without expert guidance, mastering a movement technique isn't easy."

The teaching assistant nodded, said nothing more, and turned to pour water.

On the other side, Chen Cong's opponent has changed from Yang Can to Huang Changhu.

Among them, apart from Ning Yuhang, Huang Changhu's martial arts skills are the strongest, and he has already reached the threshold of minor mastery.

Unfortunately, the threshold of minor success is ultimately just that—the threshold of minor success. Compared to Chen Cong, Huang Changhu was no better than Zhao Cheng and Yang Can.

It's no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for his poor overall physical condition, which prevented him from taking a few punches, Chen Cong would be able to fight four opponents without being at a disadvantage.

The boxing class ended quickly at 5:30 pm.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, Chen Cong and the others agreed to meet at six o'clock in the small playground behind the No. 1 canteen, and then went to eat with Zhao Cheng.

"Brother Cong, what exactly did you do to Lin Xiao last night?"

"Didn't she keep trying to fight you yesterday? Why doesn't she want to fight you today?"

On the way to the cafeteria, Zhao Cheng, being quite gossipy, asked a question.

Chen Cong recounted with a wry smile what happened the night before when he encountered Lin Xiao in front of the dormitory building, which made Zhao Cheng's expression strange.

"Brother, why don't you know how to be gentle and chivalrous?"

"Lin Xiao is known in our class for being very competitive and concerned about her image."

"You...you're too brutal."

Chen Cong stopped in his tracks and said calmly, "Brutality? I haven't even thrown that punch yet and you call me brutal?"

"Da Niu, have you met Teacher Zhang's wife?"

Zhao Cheng paused slightly, then thought for a moment and said, "I think I saw her once. It seems my teacher's wife doesn't have a left arm..."

Chen Cong nodded solemnly and said, "The alien races have no mercy for women."

"Since we have chosen the path of martial arts, we should understand that life and death often lie in the blink of an eye."

Meeting his gaze, Zhao Cheng opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately did not refute anything.

From childhood to adulthood, he had become accustomed to Chen Cong's maturity and believed every word he said, understanding that there must be a reason behind what he said.

"Let's go, let's hurry up and eat."

"We've already taken the money, so we can't waste their time."

Chen patted Zhao Cheng on the shoulder and spoke slowly.

Right now, his time is fully scheduled. In addition to actual training, he also needs to cultivate a "reckless" persona. In the virtual world, he plans to try to arrange a sparring match with "Kalaputi's Sorrow" at the Divine Arena tonight. The rest of his time is dedicated to striving for the title of "Black Stone Trialist".

Making good use of every minute and second has become his habit.