15: Chapter 15: Martial Arts Competition 1

" Five... five hundred and eighty-seven? How is that possible? "

" Is the tester broken? Lin Fan only has a D-rank affinity for the metal element; how could he possibly have a blood qi value over five hundred? "

" Right! The tester must be broken! A few days ago, he was under one hundred; how could he have risen to five hundred and eighty-seven in three days? "

After a brief silence, the entire playground instantly erupted! Exclamations, questioning voices, and gasps of shock wove together into a cacophony, almost threatening to blow the roof off the rostrum.

Everyone was stunned, their scalps tingling from this number.

Five hundred and eighty-seven points of blood qi value—what did this mean? It meant that Lin Fan was already a standout among Five-Star Martial Disciples, even touching the threshold of a six-star!

This result, let alone at the bottom-ranked No. 3 High School, would definitely rank in the top five, or even top three, even at the talent-filled No. 1 High School and Second Martial Arts High School!

This was simply a fantasy!

A few days ago, he was just a "trash" with a blood qi value not even over a hundred; how could he have become a Prodigy comparable to the Geniuses of No. 1 High School in just a few days?

Countless gazes were fixed intently on Lin Fan, filled with shock, confusion, jealousy, and questioning.

Lin Fan slowly withdrew his hand, his expression remaining calm, as if the crowd's questioning and discussions had nothing to do with him.

He didn't want to be so high-profile either, but he didn't want to give up the school's ranking rewards.

Reborn into this life, he knew that for ordinary people like them, the only way to become stronger was to fight for it.

He turned around and, under the gaze of countless complex looks, walked back to the end of the line and stood still again. That steadiness, which did not match his age, made him even harder to read.

" Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He must have cheated! " Zhou Hao's Face flushed red as he cried out involuntarily.

He couldn't accept that a guy he had never looked at before had actually surpassed him in blood qi value by nearly one hundred points! This huge disparity made him almost lose his mind.

" Right! Request a retest! " Zhao Feng also chimed in with a gloomy Face.

His proud score of four hundred and twenty-three seemed so ridiculous in front of five hundred and eighty-seven.

On the rostrum, Principal Wang Yang also recovered from his shock. He suppressed the ecstasy and disbelief in his heart and said in a deep voice to the staff member beside him: " Go, check the No. 3 tester! "

In fact, he knew the tester was perfectly fine; he just wanted to give those who were skeptical and couldn't believe it a reason to accept the facts.

" Report to the Principal, the instrument is operating normally, no malfunction! "

Sure enough, the teacher in charge of testing soon came to report to him.

Although the voice was not loud, under the influence of blood qi, everyone could hear it clearly.

" Whoa... "

" It's actually true? Lin Fan is already a Five-Star Martial Disciple? Doesn't that mean he has a chance to take first place? "

" What do you mean 'has a chance'? He's sure to take first! Zhou Hao is only at four hundred and ninety-three, nearly a hundred points behind! "

" Could it be that he has been hiding his strength all along? "

" It's possible! I heard some Geniuses are like that—usually keeping a low profile, then shocking everyone at the critical moment! "

The discussions instantly changed direction, from questioning to exclamation and worship.

This is the reality of the martial arts world; if you have strength, you are right; if you have no strength, even breathing is wrong.

Wang Chong, standing in the crowd, looked at Han Ming with eyes full of worship.

No wonder Young Master Han's attitude toward Lin Fan had taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn recently; it turned out he had long known of Lin Fan's extraordinary nature.

As expected of Young Master Han! His vision is truly sharp!

Wang Chong felt he had realized the truth.

When Zhou Hao, Zhao Feng, and the others heard that the tester had no problems, although they were a bit unwilling, they accepted the fact.

After all, Lin Fan was also from Third Martial Arts High School; him being stronger could also help them save some Face in front of the No. 1 and Second Martial Arts High School.

They just couldn't accept at first that a trash they usually couldn't be bothered to look at was suddenly more of a Genius than them!

On the rostrum, Director Wang of No. 1 High School quickly composed himself, turned his head, and whispered to Xie Yunpeng beside him: " Yunpeng, what do you think of this person? "

Xie Yunpeng narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Lin Fan. After a moment, he said indifferently: " Five hundred and eighty-seven, indeed not bad. "

He paused, a confident smile curling the corner of his lips as he said: " But a high blood qi value doesn't mean strong combat power; in actual combat, he won't be a match for me in a single exchange. "

He had the confidence to say this, as he was a member of the top-tier martial arts Family, the Xie Family. The Cultivation Technique and Martial Skill he practiced were not something a mere ordinary person could compare to.

Director Wang nodded, and a calm smile appeared on his Face. Although it was very surprising that a student with such a high blood qi value had appeared in No. 3 High School, Xie Yunpeng was right.

Blood qi value is just the foundation; what truly determines combat power is the Cultivation Technique, Martial Skill, and combat experience.

The Second Martial Arts High School side reacted the same way after realizing this, not taking Lin Fan, who came from a commoner background, seriously at all.

It's just unclear if they will change their minds later when they see actual combat?

The testing continued.

The subsequent students appeared even more lackluster in front of Lin Fan's five hundred and eighty-seven.

Scores of two hundred and three hundred were announced, which could no longer stir up any waves.

" Grade 12, Class 7, Li Wanpeng, blood qi value one hundred and ninety-eight! "

The teacher announcing the scores shouted.

In the crowd, Li Wanpeng walked down looking dejected, his head lowered, his eyes somewhat evasive, not daring to look in Lin Fan's direction.

Hearing Lin Fan's five hundred and eighty-seven points of blood qi value earlier had scared him out of his wits.

He had personally knocked Lin Fan unconscious a few days ago and stolen his bank card and blood qi pill; he was terrified that Lin Fan would retaliate later.

So now, he was panicking inside.

Soon, the blood qi values of all the Grade 12 students were tested, and Han Ming also began testing shortly after Li Wanpeng.

However, he didn't want to show off, so he let the System help him hide his strength, only revealing a blood qi value of three hundred and eight, just enough to have broken through to the strength of a Three-Star Martial Disciple.

It wasn't very low, but it wouldn't attract too much attention from others either.

Seeing that the testing was finished, Principal Wang Yang stood up, picked up the microphone, and said:

" Alright, the blood qi test is over! At two o'clock in the afternoon, the combat power test will be conducted on time! Everyone must arrive on time; latecomers will be considered to have forfeited! "

After speaking, he arranged for the Academic Affairs Director to lead the representatives of No. 1 and Second Martial Arts High School to eat.

The crowd below also slowly dispersed, walking towards the cafeteria in groups of three or five.

Along the way, everyone was discussing the people who had performed well just now, especially the dark horse, Lin Fan.

" Do you think Lin Fan can take first place? "

" Nonsense! With a blood qi value that much higher, even if he stood still and let Zhou Hao hit him, Zhou Hao would be exhausted to death! "

" That's not necessarily true. Zhou Hao has learned a Yellow Rank Martial Skill, but what has Lin Fan learned? I've never seen him go to a combat class. "

" That's true... Just having blood qi without knowing how to fight makes one a moving punching bag. "

" Just wait and see, we'll know this afternoon. "

Lin Fan did not go to the cafeteria; he walked alone to a large tree at the edge of the playground, sat down leaning against the trunk, took a steamed bun from his bosom, and slowly gnawed on it.

Han Ming stood not far away, watching the back of Lin Fan gnawing on the steamed bun, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Didn't he give him one million?

Still gnawing on a steamed bun here?

This guy is really a weirdo.

Han Ming shook his head, stopped looking at Lin Fan, and led Wang Chong and a few lackeys toward the cafeteria.

He didn't want to get too close to Lin Fan; previously, it was just to let the System bind him.

Without him knocking him out as in the original work, plus the subsequent provocations, and adding his one million, he shouldn't have any thoughts of killing him, right?

But even if Lin Fan still wanted to kill him, he wasn't afraid; he wasn't that minor villain from the original work anymore.

Soon it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the playground was once again crowded with people.

The ten combat platforms were surrounded tightly, and even the corridors of the teaching buildings were full of lower-grade students, craning their necks to look down.

Principal Wang Yang stood on the rostrum and picked up the microphone:

" The combat power test begins now! "