41: Chapter 41 The Mentor's Questions

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted in the gymnasium, arriving a full ten seconds late.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the delicate-looking youth on the stage, who still maintained his leg-retracting posture.

Then they looked at the favored son of the Shen City Li family beneath his feet, who was now completely unconscious.

He won?

He won just like that?

Under the condition where their blood qi was forcibly suppressed to the same level.

Wang Pingan had essentially toyed with Li Moran from start to finish in an almost humiliating fashion.

That fluid movement technique.

Those outrageously tricky attack angles.

And finally, that earth-shattering fatal blow.

How was this some upstart who had broken through by sheer luck?

This was clearly a monster who had tempered his combat techniques and martial understanding to the absolute limit!

"Holy crap! That was badass!"

"This is a true genius! The peak of the technical style!"

"So cool! From today on, Brother Pingan is my only idol!"

However, amidst the mountain-shaking cheers, more eyes were fixed on Wang Pingan's personal terminal with a heat that was almost tangible.

In their eyes, there was shock and awe.

But more than that, there was undisguised envy and jealousy.

One thousand Low-Grade Spirit Crystals!

That was a thousand pieces!

A fortune sufficient for an ordinary martial arts family to strive for a lifetime!

In the time it took for a single duel, it had all entered Wang Pingan's pocket.

This was even more maddening than the fact that he had won the duel itself.

Several medical personnel rushed onto the stage in a flurry, lifting the completely unconscious Li Moran onto a stretcher.

When he was carried down, his eyes were still open just a crack.

In that gap, the previous arrogance and pride were gone, replaced only by endless resentment and despair.

He knew.

He was finished.

Not just his reputation, but even his status as the eldest young master of the Li family would likely become precarious because of the failure of this massive gamble.

Wang Pingan didn't even bother to give him another look.

For this kind of idiot who repeatedly came looking for death, he felt that wasting even a second of emotion was a luxury.

He was preparing to walk off the stage and enjoy the victor's glory.

"Wang Pingan, wait a moment."

Instructor Chen Feng's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

The voice wasn't loud, but it made Wang Pingan's heart skip a beat.

He turned around and saw Instructor Chen Feng looking at him with an extremely complex gaze.

In that gaze, there was relief and praise, but more than that, there was inquiry and scrutiny.

"Follow me."

Instructor Chen Feng said no more, simply turning to walk toward the backstage lounge.

Wang Pingan's brow twitched; his mind was as clear as a mirror.

It was coming.

He still had to turn in his homework.

He followed quietly without showing any emotion.

The lounge door was closed, cutting off all the noise from outside.

Instructor Chen Feng didn't sit down; he just paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, seemingly organizing his words.

Wang Pingan didn't speak either, just standing there quietly, waiting for him to talk.

Finally, Instructor Chen Feng stopped. He turned around abruptly, his eyes like a hawk's, locking onto Wang Pingan.

"Your control over power far exceeds those of the same rank."

He said this sentence almost one word at a time.

It wasn't a question.

It was a statement.

"Don't tell me your foundation is solid, and don't give me that crap about your hard work and practice."

Instructor Chen Feng spoke quickly, carrying an unquestionable sense of pressure.

"Just now on the stage, when you were suppressed to three hundred blood qi, the condensation of power in every punch you threw was comparable to a Third-Rank Martial Artist!"

"In fact... it's even purer than some who have just entered the Third-Rank!"

"This kind of meticulous control over one's own power is simply not something a Second-Rank Martial Artist can achieve."

"Wang Pingan, tell me."

"What exactly is going on?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze at this moment.

Wang Pingan could feel a massive aura emanating from Instructor Chen Feng, crushing down on him like a mountain.

This was psychological pressure being applied to him.

Any ordinary high school student under such pressure would have likely lost their composure and spilled everything.

But Wang Pingan just stood there quietly, his expression not changing in the slightest.

His mental attribute of fifty points made him almost immune to this level of mental pressure.

He even had the leisure to complain silently in his heart.

It's a waste of talent for Old Chen not to be an interrogator.

Seeing that Wang Pingan was unmoved, a flash of surprise crossed Instructor Chen Feng's eyes.

He slowly withdrew his aura, his brow furrowing even tighter.

"Instructor."

Wang Pingan finally spoke.

His voice was very calm, carrying a bit of the natural frankness of a youth.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand what you're saying myself."

"Hmm?"

Instructor Chen Feng's gaze instantly became sharp.

"I can only say..."

Wang Pingan scratched his head, revealing a somewhat shy yet matter-of-fact expression.

"Maybe my mental strength is just naturally a little bit stronger than others?"

"If the brain works well, the body naturally listens."

"It's like when you teach us to write; some people's writing looks like chicken scratch, while others are born calligraphers."

"This kind of thing... it's about talent, right?"

Instructor Chen Feng was choked up by this crooked logic for a long time.

Talent?

Is there such a ridiculous talent?

This isn't talent anymore; this is cheating!

But looking at Wang Pingan's clear and honest eyes, he couldn't find any reason to refute him.

True.

The most irrational thing in the martial path is the word 'talent'.

Some people can't even touch the threshold of the martial path in their entire lives.

Some people are born to become Martial Gods.

He was silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.

"You brat..."

He pointed at Wang Pingan for a while before finally putting his hand down helplessly.

"You've hidden yourself quite deeply."

"Fine, I don't care what secrets you have."

"I only hope you remember that power that is too strong, without a strong heart to match it, will only bring disaster upon yourself in the end."

"Xuanyuan University's Special Recruitment Training Camp is not Shen City."

"The water there is much deeper than you imagine."

"Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Instructor Chen Feng waved his hand and walked out of the lounge, leaving Wang Pingan standing quietly in the room alone.

The corners of Wang Pingan's mouth slowly curled into a smirk like a crooked-mouthed God of War.

Finally, I managed to fool him.

Buzz.

The personal terminal vibrated at just the right moment.

A bank arrival notification popped up.

[Your Star Alliance Bank account received a deposit of 1,000,000.00 star coins on October 28, Star Calendar Year 3567.]

One million star coins.

Exactly the market price for one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Crystals.

The Li family moved quite fast.

Looking at the long string of zeros, Wang Pingan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He took a deep breath and immediately, without hesitation, used the Star Net to place an order to purchase all the best quality Low-Grade Spirit Crystals available on the market with this huge sum.

Half an hour later.

When Wang Pingan returned to his small dormitory, ten large alloy boxes were already neatly stacked at the door.

He closed the door and locked it.

Then, rubbing his hands like a gourmet about to start a feast, he opened one of the boxes with great anticipation.

In an instant.

A soft and pure energy halo illuminated his entire room.

Without a word, Wang Pingan sat down cross-legged and pressed his hand onto the mountain of spirit crystals.

"System!"

"Exchange them for me!"

[Large amount of Low-Grade Spirit Crystals detected. Convert all to pay-to-win points?]

"All of them!!"

Boom!

A massive torrent of energy surged through his arm and frantically poured into his body.

The number on his system panel began to soar upward at an unprecedented and terrifying speed!

[pay-to-win points: 3106]

[pay-to-win points: 8106]

[pay-to-win points: 13106]

...

Finally, when all the spirit crystals had turned to ash, the number came to a steady stop.

[pay-to-win points: 13106]

Looking at this number, Wang Pingan felt the blood in his entire body burning.

Over thirteen thousand points!

He had never been this wealthy!

With this wool sheared from Li Moran's body as cover, he could now spend points with total confidence!

He no longer had any hesitation.

"System!"

"Increase my strength, speed, Physique, and recovery to the peak of Second-Rank!"

[Instruction confirmed.]

[Beginning attribute enhancement...]

A scalding hot current once again galloped and roared through his limbs and bones!

His muscles were tearing and reorganizing!

His bones were being tempered a thousand times over!

His blood qi, like a river bursting its banks, launched the most violent assault toward that invisible barrier!

43.0... 45.0... 48.0...

Finally, when all his basic attributes steadily stopped at the limit figure of 49.9.

The total amount of blood qi in his body also crashed through the bottleneck, reaching an unprecedented peak!

Wang Pingan snapped his eyes open and pulled up his system panel.

[host: Wang Pingan]

[Realm: Second-Rank Martial Artist (blood qi value 499/500)]

[Strength: 49.9]

[speed: 49.9]

[Physique: 49.9]

[spirit: 50.0]

[recovery: 49.9]

[pay-to-win points: 12272]

Only 0.1 attribute point left, only 1 card of blood qi left, and he could formally step into the ranks of a Third-Rank Martial Artist!

Feeling that surge of majestic power almost overflowing within him, Wang Pingan let out a long breath.

An unprecedented sense of strength and confidence filled his heart.

But immediately afterward.

When he thought about setting off for Galaxy City in three days.

Thinking of Instructor Chen Feng's final meaningful words.

An even heavier pressure quietly welled up in his heart.

Galaxy City.

Xuanyuan University Special Recruitment Training Camp.

That place gathered the most top-tier geniuses of the entire Galaxy Star.

With this bit of strength and these secrets, could he still hide from those people?