2: You are teaching me how to do things

Three days later.

The entire school's Martial Arts Examination.

This was the last official record before the college entrance examination, and the results would be directly entered into the Martial Arts Examination System.

The martial arts hall was packed with people.

All third-year students, all teachers, school leaders, and even two observers from the military were present.

The atmosphere was so tense it could wring water.

The Power-Testing Stele had been replaced with a new one.

It was larger and thicker, its metal casing gleaming with a cold light under the illumination.

A line of small characters was carved on the side of the stele: Standard Model-III, Maximum Load: Martial Artist Peak.

Martial Artist Peak! Close to Martial Master!

A Martial Master!

For these high school students, that was an unattainable Realm.

In the entire Yuncheng Third High School, currently, only the Principal had openly reached the Martial Master Realm.

"According to class order, step forward for testing!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs shouted into a megaphone:

"Remember, you only get one chance!"

"Unleash all your strength! This is related to your Martial Arts Examination applications and resource allocation!"

The queue began to move.

One by one, students stepped forward, gathered their strength, roared, and punched!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dull thuds echoed continuously.

Numbers flickered on the screen.

"Zhang Tao, blood qi value 1.42, Grade B!"

"Li Jing, 1.35, C+!"

"Wang Chao, 1.58, A-!"

Each time a good score was announced, there was a low gasp from below the stage.

Xiao Zhan stood at the front of Class Seven's queue.

He wore a custom-made Advanced Martial Arts Uniform today, with the Xiao Family crest embroidered on the cuffs.

His expression was arrogant.

"Xiao Zhan, step forward!"

Xiao Zhan took a deep breath and strode out.

All eyes focused on him.

He was one of Yuncheng Third High School's star students this year.

The Xiao Family had invested heavily in his cultivation; it was said he had consumed no less than thirty Body Tempering Pills.

"Hah!"

Xiao Zhan roared, his Muscles tensing, his Blood Qi surging wildly!

His fist, carrying the sound of rushing wind, slammed hard into the center of the Power-Testing Stele!

"Dong!"

A loud thud!

The stele body trembled slightly!

The numbers on the screen flickered wildly:

1.78...1.85...1.91...1.94!

Finally, it settled on:

[blood qi value: 1.94]

"Whoosh!!!"

The entire hall erupted!

"1.94! He's almost a Martial Master!"

"The Xiao Family really went all out this time!"

"With this score, he's guaranteed entry into a key martial arts university..."

The two military observers also nodded slightly, recording something in their notebooks.

Xiao Zhan withdrew his fist, basking in the astonished gazes from all directions.

He turned his head to look at the end of Class Seven's queue.

A hint of undisguised mockery played on his lips.

Lin Fan stood there.

Wearing his faded school uniform.

His head was lowered, his expression unclear.

"Next, Class Seven, Lin Fan!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs paused when he read this name.

The hall suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Then, low murmurs buzzed.

"Lin Fan? The one with 0.87?"

"He actually dared to come..."

"Just making a fool of himself, it's not the first time anyway."

"If I were him, I would have dropped out long ago, why bother?"

Teacher Li Zhenhai frowned and preemptively wrote a "D" next to Lin Fan's name in his notebook.

Grandmaster Principal Wang sat in the center of the viewing platform, expressionless.

However, the middle-aged man beside him, dressed in military uniform and bearing the rank of Colonel on his shoulder, lingered on Lin Fan for two more seconds.

Colonel Zhao.

Sent by the military to scout for talent.

"Old Zhao, what are you looking at?" Principal Wang asked in a low voice.

"That student," Colonel Zhao raised his chin, "his eyes are off."

"Lin Fan? He..."

"Not his Blood Qi," Colonel Zhao interrupted, "his eyes."

Principal Wang was startled and looked at Lin Fan again.

Lin Fan had already stepped out of the queue.

His steps were steady.

Step by step, he walked towards the giant Power-Testing Stele in the center of the arena.

Everyone's gaze followed him.

As if watching a farce with an already known ending.

Xiao Zhan crossed his arms, sneering.

His followers were already prepared to mock him later.

Su Muyu stood in the front row, her clear eyes watching Lin Fan's back.

She frowned slightly.

She felt... that this usually quiet classmate seemed a little different today.

But she couldn't pinpoint what was different.

Lin Fan stopped in front of the Power-Testing Stele.

He looked up.

His face was reflected in the dark stele surface.

Calm.

Even a little... indifferent.

[Ding!]

[Detected a large prestige-gaining occasion!]

[System Suggestion: Go all out, shock the audience, and you can gain a large amount of prestige value!]

[Current prestige value: 100 points]

Lin Fan silently thought to himself:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

If showing off in front of the System counted.

Just for that sentence, the System wanted to reward Lin Fan 9999 prestige value.

And praise him with 'A teachable child indeed!!!'

Unfortunately, it didn't count... Looking at the huge Power-Testing Stele in front of him.

Lin Fan took a deep breath.

Not out of nervousness.

But to feel the surging power within his body.

Muscle Black-Grade Pagoda.

In three days, this supreme Internal Skill had automatically circulated seventy-two Minor Heavenly Cycles.

Every minute, every second, his Blood Qi was increasing, and his Physique was strengthening.

Although the black battle patterns under his skin were hidden, the ultimate rigid and pure, endlessly regenerating power had permeated every inch of his flesh and blood.

And... Buddhas Palm.

The first move, 'Buddha's Light First Appears'.

The insights gained from the initiation had been continuously digested and absorbed over these three days.

Now, he just needed an opportunity.

To prove his greatness!

And to reclaim what he had lost before!

Incidentally, to shut up those who looked down on him!

To be precise.

Not to shut them up.

But to make them open their mouths wide, not to mock, but only to exclaim, 'Holy crap!!!'

"Lin Fan, begin!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs' voice was somewhat impatient.

Meaning, he wanted him to finish the test quickly and not waste time.

The hall was very quiet.

Everyone was waiting to see a joke.

To see how much this 0.87 Blood Qi waste could score this time.

0.88? 0.89?

At most 0.9.

Then they could mock him to their hearts' content.

Lin Fan moved.

He didn't gather strength, roar, or strike an exaggerated pose like the other students.

He simply calmly raised his right hand.

Fingers together.

Forming a palm.

"What is he doing?"

"Palm technique? Shouldn't he be using a fist?"

"The standard test action for the Power-Testing Stele is a straight punch..."

"What the hell..."

Just as the murmurs began.

Lin Fan's palm had already lightly pressed out.

His movement was very slow.

So slow that everyone could clearly see its trajectory.

Like... pushing open a slightly ajar door.

"Puff."

His palm touched the cold metal surface of the stele.

No sound.

Or rather, the sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Ha..."

Xiao Zhan was the first to laugh aloud:

"Lin Fan, you're still half-asleep, aren't you? Put some effort into it, you trash!"

Before his words fully fell.

"Buzz!!"

A deep rumble suddenly came from inside the Power-Testing Stele!

"Hmm?!"

On the viewing platform, Colonel Zhao suddenly sat upright!

Principal Wang also abruptly looked up!

The next second.

"Crack."

A tiny crack appeared at the spot where Lin Fan's palm met the stele.

Then.

The second.

The third.

The fourth... Dense cracks, with Lin Fan's palm as the center, spread wildly in all directions!

Like a spiderweb instantly spreading!

"What?!"

"The... the stele cracked?!"

"Impossible! That's a Standard Model-III! It can withstand a full-strength blow from a Martial Artist Peak or even an ordinary Martial Master!"

Exclamations exploded!

But something even more shocking was yet to come!

In Lin Fan's palm, a golden light, without warning, lit up!

Initially like a bean.

Then it flared intensely!

"Boom!!!"

The ultimate rigid and pure golden Buddha's Light burst forth from Lin Fan's palm!

Instantly engulfing the entire stele body!

The light was too dazzling!

Stinging everyone's eyes, making them instinctively close them!

Vaguely, a towering golden Buddha phantom image seemed to flash behind Lin Fan!

"Bang!!!"

An deafening explosion!

The Power-Testing Stele completely shattered from within!

Not cracked!

But pulverized!

Various parts... splattered in all directions like a torrential rain!

"Watch out!"

Colonel Zhao roared, his figure flashing as he appeared at the edge of the arena, raising his hand to wave, an invisible Qi wall blocking all the fragments!

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The entire hall was dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the center of the arena.

Lin Fan stood there.

Slowly withdrawing his palm.

In his palm, the golden Buddha's Light gradually extinguished.

At his feet lay a pile of completely scrapped metal wreckage.

And the LCD screen whose edges were still sparking with electricity.

On the screen, the final image was a line of rapidly flickering and then completely disappearing phantom images:

[blood qi value: Error - Overflow]

...

...

...

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Xiao Zhan's mouth was open wide enough to fit a fist, the mockery on his face completely frozen, replaced by unbelievable horror.

Su Muyu's clear eyes widened for the first time, and her hand gripping her sword unconsciously tightened.

Teacher Li Zhenhai's clipboard fell to the ground with a "patta".

On the viewing platform, Principal Wang slowly stood up, staring intently at Lin Fan.

Colonel Zhao withdrew his hand, his gaze falling on Lin Fan, sharp as a knife.