Martial Ascent to Divinity

Slowly, the fists increased in number, and when they surpassed ten, especially those sneaky ones from behind, Zhou Leng could no longer completely evade them.

Moving to the second stage, blocking.

At this stage, Zhou Leng began to incorporate stepping techniques and body techniques, dodging while blocking.

Sometimes with fists or palms striking, sometimes with arms blocking.

The attacking red gloves were a mix of reality and illusion, densely packed, as if numerous masters were attacking at once, overwhelming the senses.

Not long after, Instructor Deng Zhijue said, "Warm-up over, now begins the final test."

"For the next six months, all anti-punching tests must not use True Qi, or it will be recorded as a fault, and all rankings will be voided."

"Everyone must pay attention, blocking and resistance ability is divided into three stages."

"Evasion stage, blocking stage, and resistance stage. Each stage must strive to be perfect."

"As for the third stage, if you can't endure it, you can call to stop, but of course, points will be deducted..."

At the end of Deng Zhijue's words, he actually laughed.

The other instructors laughed along.

The students were puzzled, wondering what was hidden in the instructor's smile.

"Ready... begin!"

A glove attacked straight at Zhou Leng's abdomen, and Zhou Leng sidestepped to evade.

This fist was even faster than before.

One, two, three... the number of attacking gloves kept increasing simultaneously.

In the evasion stage, Zhou Leng relied on the Eight Trigrams Stepping Technique of Great Success and Cloud Wandering Body Technique of Minor Achievement to completely avoid them.

From other rooms, there were occasional soft cries.

Then, entering the blocking stage.

Densely packed gloves came attacking from all directions with no blind spots.

While Zhou Leng dodged, he protected his head with his arms, occasionally punching to clash with the gloves, batting them away.

Outside, students frowned as the room was filled with continuous soft groans and cries, with occasional screams.

Before long, the test moved into the third stage.

Bang bang bang bang...

Densely packed hitting sounds echoed throughout the arena. The outside students could no longer hear groans and cries; either the sounds were drowned out, or were replaced by continuous shrieks.

The instructors were all smiles.

At the start of the resistance stage, the number of gloves increased, but the attacks weakened.

Most students continued to block with full force, secretly relieved.

Zhou Leng, however, did the opposite, actively giving up blocking, spreading his arms to let every part of his body endure relatively mild hits.

Zhou Leng resembled a sapling in a typhoon, shaken and swayed by the dense punches.

Resistance was both a test and cultivation.

Soon, slight injuries appeared on Zhou Leng's body.

Gradually, the punching power and speed strengthened, and Zhou Leng withdrew his arms, covering his head, curling up defensively.

From all directions, rain-like punches continuously fell on Zhou Leng.

There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, only enduring them with head protection.

Thud thud thud thud...

Fists crashed like a storm, relentless.

Zhou Leng's defense was tight, but he frequently swayed from powerful glove hits.

Slowly, Zhou Leng's eyes became swollen, vision darkened, the sound of mechanical arm movement and glove hits on his body filled his ears.

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and silently endured, occasionally letting out muffled groans when struck.

The students outside watched silently.

Soon, a student shouted, "I can't take it anymore, I surrender!"

The instructors' smiles broadened, but they didn't stop.

The outside students were surprised looking at the instructors.

Deng Zhijue smiled and said, "I tricked you, the Martial Arts Hall's resistance test can't be surrendered."

The students shuddered.

"Beast..."

Thud thud thud...

"Ah..."

Miserable cries and hitting sounds echoed in the arena.

Under the lights, the instructors' smiles grew increasingly ghastly.

Suddenly, an anti-punching device stopped.

"Another fragile college student, drag them out."

An instructor walked in, grabbed the student's shoulder, and dragged him to a mat nearby.

On the ground, was a clear trail of blood.

Everyone gazed at the unconscious student, bruised and battered, skin riddled with bluish bruises in patches, realizing something.

The days of being a student were gone.

Then, one by one, the anti-punching devices shut down, and instructors dragged out student after student.

Instructors seemed like graffiti artists, drawing chaotic, clear trails of blood on the floor.

Finally, everyone understood why there was a strange smell earlier.

The smell of blood.

Thud thud thud...

Fifteen anti-punching devices all stopped, leaving only the sound from one room echoing in the arena.

Everyone stared at that room.

"Zhou Leng..."

Everyone silently waited.

Minute by minute, finally, the sound stopped.

Instructor Deng Zhijue walked over, grabbed Zhou Leng's right upper arm, and dragged him out of the room, onto the mat.

The trail of blood behind Zhou Leng was especially prominent.

The waiting students stared blankly at the mat strewn with people.

Everyone almost looked the same, bruised all over, violet patches merging, faces swollen like pig heads.

At first glance, like sixteen corpses.

The brutality of the battlefield was evident.

Deng Zhijue smiled and said, "Remember this feeling, oh, they can't hear."

The instructors pulled out pills and inserted them into the mouths of every unconscious student.

Zhou Leng's fingers moved slightly, eyes slowly opened.

The whole body ached and felt numb, weak and limp, only able to lie there.

Zhou Leng rolled his eyes, seeing the classmates lying on the ground, recalling the ordeal he encountered before fainting, and vaguely understanding the truth of this exam.

These instructors are real beasts...

However, the body feels warm, the eyes don't seem as swollen, and the speed of recovery from the wounds is quite fast.

But it does hurt.

Others gradually woke up, with soft cries and hisses arising one after another.

The classmates standing wanted to laugh, but dared not.

"Instructor, that's too harsh... hiss..." Pig-headed Feng Wenhao couldn't finish his sentence before the pain shut his mouth.

"If there was no crotch guard, my mom would definitely be at the door cursing tomorrow... ouch..."

"Second round, sixteen classmates, please enter the field."

Wei Hong muttering to himself as he walked, "They're inviting us to the slaughterhouse."

Then, cries from the second round of classmates resonated in the air.

Evasion phase, blocking phase, anti-punching phase...

Bang bang bang...

"Oh my gosh..." Wei Hong's shout echoed throughout the venue.

The students outside couldn't help but laugh.

After the second round, came the third round.

By the fourth round, 48 classmates lay on the mats, looking at the last two classmates entering the field with a tragic air.

Many students wore smiles similar to those on the instructors' faces.

The scores didn't matter anymore.

Other people's screams were the only remedy for pain.

As the last two classmates were dragged out of the anti-punching device, Instructor Deng Zhijue announced with a smile.

"Today's opening exam, perfect conclusion, thanks for your cooperation. Now, I'm releasing the total scores, please check on your phones."

The students' bodies stiffened, eyes moving directly or obliquely towards Deng Zhijue.

Wei Hong said, "Instructor, do you think in our state, we can get our phones?"

"You could say you're lucky, when you officially enter the Blood Transporting Period, if you can't quickly stand up from serious injuries, just expect to die on the battlefield."

After speaking, Deng Zhijue and other instructors worked together to conduct Qi Manipulation Blood Transport and bone setting treatment for all students.

In no time, Deng Zhijue walked to Zhou Leng, grabbed his left hand, palm to palm.

Powerful True Qi surged through Zhou Leng's arm, flowing into every part of his body.

Wounds healing, bruises clearing, internal injuries easing...

"Alright, Classmate Zhou of Quan Jiu." After speaking, Deng Zhijue moved to another person.

"Really Quan Jiu?" Wei Hong asked loudly.

"Go see for yourself." An instructor replied.

The classmates with Qi Manipulation Blood Transport slowly stood up, spreading their legs, moving forward step by step.

Moans resounded throughout the gym again.

Zhou Leng walked to his backpack, put on the Demonized Watch.

Opened the class group, checked the screenshot of the grade report.

Zhou Leng.

1, Sprint Run, 91.4 points.

2, Dodge Run, 93.4 points.

3, Weighted Run, 94.6 points.

4, Obstacle Run, 93.8 points.

5, Weightlifting, 90.5 points.

6, Punching Power, 94.2 points.

7, True Qi Total, 91.3 points.

8, True Qi Intensity, 92.8 points.

9, True Qi Manipulation, 100 points.

10, Qi Manipulation Weightlifting, 91 points.

11, Maximum Attack Intensity, 93.4 points.

12, Average Attack Intensity, 96.5 points.

13, Blocking and Resistance Ability, 97.8 points.

Total Score: 1220.7 points.

Average Score: 93.9 points.

1st in Class 01.

Zhou Leng glanced again at the class total score rankings.

The second, Lu Juncai, 1218.8 points

Less than two points difference.

Zhou Leng checked Lu Juncai's scores, where Weightlifting, Punching Power, True Qi Total, True Qi Intensity, and Qi Manipulation Weightlifting, the five subjects scored 100.

These five subjects are famously the "Pill Five Subjects," achieving 100 points by taking pills from a young age, continuously enhancing physical qualities.

The advantage of full scores in these five subjects was too significant, if Zhou Leng had any shortcomings, he would fall behind.

Lu Juncai slowly walked over, gave Zhou Leng a thumbs up, and said, "You surpassed me, the 'Pill Student,' purely on strength, I submit willingly."

From nearby, Chang Luan had his ears perked, looked at his scores, and wore a dejected expression.

1183 points.

Over 37 points behind Zhou Leng.

5th in the class.

Just one step away from the top four.

"If Zhou Leng agreed, I would be fourth now..." Chang Luan thought silently.

Deng Zhijue loudly announced, "Alright, today's basic exam is over, tomorrow the Rucheng Freshman Chart will be updated, everyone go home. Oh, don't forget about tomorrow's military training."

"Ah? We're injured like this, still have military training tomorrow?" Wei Hong said.

Deng Zhijue did not even glance at Wei Hong, while walking out, he swept his eyes over Zhou Leng, and said, "Remember, gather outside the class Martial Arts Dojo at 8 tomorrow for military training. If you don't want to come, you don't have to."

Everyone sat on the ground, wailing all around.

Deng Zhijue headed straight for the hall master's room.

"Hall Master!" Deng Zhijue saluted and walked in.

"What's up?"

"Classmates Zhou Leng and Lu Juncai in our class scored very well. If my estimate is correct, they might enter the top five hundred of the Rucheng Freshman Chart tomorrow. Especially Zhou Leng, the entrance exam reached 'Quan Jiu,' unprecedented not only in the history of the Great Martial Arts Hall but even in the Martial Arts Academy history. I hope to apply for scholarships for the two."

Wang Boxiong nodded.

Deng Zhijue continued, "Our Martial Arts Hall scholarships are divided into four major sections, school scholarships, city scholarships, Martial Guard Department scholarships, and national scholarships."

"Among them, the national scholarship needs to be applied for after the monthly exam, but the other three types of Martial Arts scholarships can be prepared now."

Wang Boxiong asked, "Specifically, what scholarships can Zhou Leng apply for?"