27: Bad neighbor, enrolled in Wuda, president of Wushu Association

Across from him lived a family of three, and the woman was an unreasonable middle-aged woman.

In his memory, this middle-aged woman neighbor, seeing that the original owner was an orphan and easy to bully, took over all the space between the two households' walkways, filling it with her own belongings.

Not only that, she often threw garbage she didn't want to dispose of at Li Ziyu's doorstep.

The original owner was an honest person; although he got angry every time he saw it, he dared not speak out and would dutifully take the garbage downstairs.

But that was the original owner; now, Li Ziyu wouldn't put up with it.

He walked straight over and started banging on the door.

If the other party apologized properly, it would be fine, but if their attitude was bad, Li Ziyu wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.

However, this family either went out or something, as Li Ziyu knocked for a long time without any response.

So, he threw a few bags of garbage at their door and returned to his room.

Pushing the door open, he entered a room of about eighty or ninety square meters; it had furniture, but it was all a bit old.

This house was left to Li Ziyu by his parents.

His aunt came many times, wanting Li Ziyu to move out and live with them.

But because Li Ziyu used to have strong self-esteem, he refused her every time.

Li Ziyu casually walked around the room, then lay down on the sofa and started playing with his phone.

"I almost forgot, the Martial Exam starts in three days, and I haven't even signed up yet."

"First, I'll send a message to my old teacher to sign up."

Li Ziyu opened Flying Letter and found his class group chat.

There were already dozens of messages, with the homeroom teacher's message at the top asking who was willing to participate in the Martial Exam, and all the replies below were registrations.

Li Ziyu typed "Sign up" and clicked send.

The Great Xia Country stipulates that participation in the Martial Exam is voluntary.

Anyone willing to participate in the Martial Exam can register within twenty-four hours before the exam begins, and it will be considered valid.

However, no one would truly wait until the last minute to register; generally, those with martial artist talent would have already started preparing.

And those without martial artist talent would also give up the idea of registering for the Martial Exam.

No other reason, because the Martial Exam is too dangerous; during the Martial Exam, one has to fight ferocious beasts!

People really die!

"Holy cow! Li Ziyu, wasn't your qi and blood test 0.8? You dare to participate in the Martial Exam!?"

"Although there are no explicit regulations on the qi and blood requirements for Martial Exam participants, the lowest admission scores for all major martial arts universities require a qi and blood value of 1.2. With your 0.8, won't you just be wasting your efforts?"

"What's going on! Could Li Ziyu have gone crazy after Xu Mengyao broke up with him? For the sake of being classmates, I advise you to withdraw this message immediately; it's still not too late!"

"Awesome! I only admire you!"

"Brother, don't be impulsive, don't give up on yourself!

How about this, for the sake of being classmates, I'll arrange for you to work at my uncle's company, paying you five thousand a month. Don't go to the Martial Exam to die."

As soon as Li Ziyu's message about participating in the Martial Exam was sent to the group, it was like a bomb thrown into a calm lake; the group instantly exploded.

Even some of the usual quiet students in the class sent messages.

"Li Ziyu, are you sure?"

Not long after, a message from the old teacher, Liu Yanfang, appeared in the group, followed by a large exclamation mark and a question mark.

"Confirmed."

Li Ziyu replied, then stopped paying attention to the group messages and turned to walk into the bathroom.

By the way, he hadn't had a good shower in days.

At the same time, in the homeroom teacher's office of Class 6, Third High School.

The homeroom teacher, Liu Yanfang, dressed in a tight-fitting suit jacket and a long suit skirt, was leaning over her desk, busy at work.

In front of her lay a stack of thick folders.

The folders contained the files and qi and blood test records of every student in the class.

Adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, Liu Yanfang frowned as she found Li Ziyu's file among the folders and opened it, still frowning.

"That's right, the qi and blood value test was just conducted the day before yesterday, and Li Ziyu's qi and blood value is 0.8, isn't it? Why would he still sign up for the Martial Exam?"

Liu Yanfang held Li Ziyu's file, confirmed it several times, and then put it down with a frown.

Receiving the news that Li Ziyu wanted to sign up for the Martial Exam almost made her think she had misread it.

The Martial Exam places all candidates in a fixed Wilderness Area to fight ferocious beasts, and finally, the score of each student's killed beasts is tallied.

As long as the score reaches the minimum score required by various martial arts universities, they can enter the corresponding university.

Although there are no explicit requirements from major martial arts schools regarding how much qi and blood a Martial Exam candidate must have to be admitted, everyone knows that if one's qi and blood doesn't reach 1.2, they can't even defeat the lowest-level ferocious beasts in the Martial Exam.

This is also why the school organizes qi and blood tests in advance.

It is to let students have an understanding of their own strength and not blindly apply for the Martial Exam.

"Alas, it seems being broken up with has hit Li Ziyu too hard; otherwise, he wouldn't make such an impulsive decision."

Liu Yanfang sighed and rubbed her temples.

Everyone has a student life, and she was no exception.

But martial artists and ordinary people are, after all, not of the same class.

Although Xu Mengyao's character was a bit lacking, passing the Martial Exam was no problem for her.

Li Ziyu had no martial artist talent; even if he tried his best to prove his sincerity, it would be futile.

"Forget it, I'll try to persuade Li Ziyu again; I can't just watch him go to his death!"

Thinking this, Liu Yanfang picked up her phone again and sent Li Ziyu several persuasive messages, but after waiting for a long time, she received no response.

Ultimately, Liu Yanfang, feeling helpless, could only add his name to the list of participants for the Martial Exam.

...

Xu Jiang City city center, top floor of the Martial Arts Association building.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses, holding a folder, stood respectfully in front of the office with the Martial Arts Association President's plaque on it, and gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, a voice from inside spoke.

"Come in."

The tall, thin man entered respectfully, gently pushing the door open.

Inside was a huge room, at least several thousand square meters.

On the far left of the room, a ten-square-meter office space was separated by glass, while the remaining thousands of square meters were densely packed with sandbags.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, bare-chested, was furiously punching a sandbag in front of him.

The old man's muscles were massive; as he punched, the veins on his body bulged like crisscrossing earthworms.

His fists cut through the air, creating whooshing sounds, striking the sandbag.

But the sound produced was not the dull thud of a sandbag, but the clang of metal colliding!

The tall, thin man watched the scene before him, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

No matter how many times he saw this scene, he was always shocked.

He knew that the sandbags were not filled with ordinary sand, but with asma alloy!

Bang bang bang bang.

The old man flattened the sandbag in front of him with three punches, then casually picked up another from the ground, placed it in front of him, and began to furiously pound it.

Finally, after flattening ten of them, the old man slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air.

Turning his attention to the tall, thin man, he said:

"All hundred of these sandbags have been broken by me; replace them with a new batch tomorrow."