75: My son has made great progress. He defeated the examiner in one move.

The examination room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of pens writing.

Tang Gao calmly wrote on his paper, his heart without much fluctuation; after countless tempering, only a peaceful state of mind remained.

The written exam was not very difficult; only the last few questions required a test of skill, but the difficulty was not very high either.

Tang Gao finished writing in one go, stood up, and handed the paper directly to the teacher, leaving first under the teacher's surprised gaze.

Tang Gao found the school's training ground and sat cross-legged in the wooded area next to it to Cultivate, quietly waiting for time to pass.

The second written exam began, Tang Gao entered the examination room, still patiently finished writing, and was the first to hand in his paper and leave.

In a blink of an eye, it was noon, Tang Gao was the first to walk out of the examination room and saw a large group of reporters surrounding him.

"Little handsome guy, you're the first to leave the exam room. How do you feel?"

Tang Gao raised an eyebrow: "Liang City's cold noodles are the best in the world!"

After speaking, Tang Gao immediately displayed his identity, leaping four or five meters away, leaving the scene at light speed with extraordinary movement, leaving the reporters and onlookers stunned.

"Holy cow! A Cultivator!"

"What powerful movement!"

"Good kid!"

In Liang City, one must have a unique skill, which would likely make it onto tonight's local news.

Tang Gao did not wait for Liu Ren and decisively went home.

The afternoon was the same, still a written exam.

The written exam lasted for three full days.

Every day, Tang Gao was the first to leave, spouting various phrases.

"If love could be as simple as the last question on the written exam, that would be great."

Everyone went to check the last question on the paper, which was a mathematical proof, with a difficulty of ten stars.

"Full marks? Anyone with hands can do it."

Everyone began to pay attention to this arrogant young man.

"This year's examiners aren't very good; a little more difficulty would be better."

In reality, the difficulty of this year's written exam was higher than the past two years.

The written exam ended, and the martial arts test began.

Everyone started to tease:

"I hope that arrogant young man can still be the first one out."

"Haha, wouldn't the first one out be the one with the worst score?"

"Haha, he can't be the first to leave this time, can he?"

Just as everyone was chatting playfully at the school gate, Tang Gao calmly walked out from the main entrance.

The reporters were dumbfounded:

"Isn't he a Cultivator? Did he come in last?"

"Impossible, if he had any foundation at all, he couldn't be the first to come out."

"You're kidding, right? How could he be the first to come out?"

The onlookers were also dumbfounded, completely unable to understand why Tang Gao was the first to come out of the martial arts test.

Tang Gao saw that everyone was still in shock and that no one came to interview him, shrugging, leaving behind today's famous quote for the martial arts test: "Martial arts test, nothing more than that."

After saying this.

Tang Gao once again displayed his movement, leaving gracefully.

Everyone watched the young man soar and leap, like a swimming Dragon, utterly bewildered.

They couldn't understand at all.

Purely in terms of movement, how could he be the first one out?

"Woo-wah, woo-wah, woo-wah! It's over, it's over, it's over!"

The ambulance siren approached from a distance, and everyone made way, seeing a group of medical personnel rush in.

Soon, an examiner spitting blood was carried on a stretcher by nurses, placed into the ambulance, and left at light speed.

Everyone was stunned.

"What's going on? Why is the examiner on a stretcher?"

"Damn, could it be that Tang Gao hit him? Such a ruthless move?"

"What kind of technique is that, to make the examiner spit blood?"

Soon, a video was released in advance to calm everyone's mood.

In the video, the examiner, knowing Tang Gao was present, decided to prioritize the martial arts test, putting on his best state to counter moves, and then was taken out by Tang Gao in one move, instantly breaking his Battle Qi, almost unable to connect his Qi.

Tang Gao stood there speechless, completely not expecting the examiner to be so fragile, so he could only trouble other examiners to call an ambulance, and he regretfully left first.

After watching the video, everyone didn't feel their mood was calmed; instead, they were utterly bewildered.

"No, is this a fake fight? How could he be taken out in one move?"

"Whether it's a fake fight or not, you'll know if you slow it down. Tang Gao's speed was too fast; the examiner couldn't defend at all."

"Goodness, fists fear the young! This Tang Gao is too strong!"

"This is purely defeating an opponent with moves, the ultimate moves, without any cultivation level, simply amazing."

"Tang Gao definitely has cultivation, but he delivered the most perfect answer sheet!"

By instantly defeating the examiner with one move, Tang Gao undoubtedly received full marks for the martial arts test, without even needing to verify his cultivation Realm for extra points.

The high school martial arts test originally focused on moves, with cultivation as a bonus, but since he already had full marks, there was no need to add more.

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Tang Gao celebrated the completion of the college entrance examination with his parents at home.

His father's smile wouldn't stop; he reached out to get food for his son: "Son, don't worry, even if you didn't do well this time, it doesn't matter. Dad has prepared twelve thousand for you; you can go on a trip and play with Little Ren!"

His mother smiled radiantly, her face glowing: "My son has made something of himself! He instantly defeated the examiner with one move! My son has made something of himself."

His father took a delightful sip of wine, his face flushed: "Son, when did you get cultivation? You didn't even say anything, making your old man worry for so long. I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply!"

Tang Gao gave a mischievous smile and shrugged: "You didn't ask."

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Dense footsteps came from the hallway, swarming to Tang Gao's doorstep.

Tang Gao was slightly surprised, sensing no hostility; they were not enemies.

His parents exchanged glances.

Father: "Could it be reporters looking for our son?"

Mother: "It should be, our son is so outstanding."

Tang Gao stood up, motioning for his parents not to worry and to let him handle it, as the people at the door had some cultivation.

Tang Gao went to open the door, his parents, uneasy, followed behind, ready to handle the situation for their son at any time.

The door opened to two well-dressed middle-aged men; one looked very refined, the other very robust.

The refined middle-aged man adjusted his glasses, revealing a sincere smile: "I am an inviter sent by Qingcheng Kaishan University."

The robust middle-aged man had a friendly smile, his cultivation fluctuating impressively: "I am an inviter sent by Qingcheng Lan Hai University."

Tang Gao looked down the hallway and saw several other well-dressed adults with considerable cultivation standing there, giving him friendly smiles.

It was clear that those who hadn't squeezed to the door were because they couldn't beat the two at the door.

Tang Gao smiled faintly: "I have already become a disciple of Venerable Nezha. Please do not disturb me. Oh, and please tell the reporters downstairs not to come up and bother me; I am a person with a title."

The refined middle-aged man's mouth almost twisted into a grin: "Good, good, good! I knew Hidden Fox General was a great talent! Old fellow, you're out of luck!"

The robust middle-aged man was so angry his nose almost twisted; he snorted fiercely at the refined middle-aged man, then decisively turned to leave, raising his hand to shoo away those crowded in the hallway: "Move aside, all of you!"

The people in the hallway heard the words "Hidden Fox General," looked at each other, and could only obediently leave.

Having a title, these three words were enough to prove that this year's top scorer in Liang City, even if he lived in this common residential area, was no longer someone ordinary inviters like them could approach.

Hidden Fox General, with the word "General" in his title, everyone had to be polite when speaking to him.

The refined middle-aged man was about to step inside when he saw Tang Gao's polite smile.

The refined middle-aged man could only give two polite laughs: "Alright, then I won't disturb Hidden Fox General. I'll be leaving too."

"Take care, no need to see me out."

"Bang."

The refined middle-aged man looked at the closed door, helplessly rubbed his nose, and could only turn and leave.

Inside the house, his parents stared dumbfounded at Tang Gao's series of actions.

"Wait a minute, when did you become a disciple of a Venerable!?"

Although his father was a butcher, he understood the weight of a Venerable.

His mother was stunned: "Honey, when did you get a title?"

Isn't that a very difficult honor to obtain?

Only high-ranking officials and powerful Cultivators have that authority.

Tang Gao shrugged: "Don't worry, for your son, this is very simple, not difficult at all. Let's eat, let's eat. Heaven and Earth are big, but eating is the biggest."

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