66: Do you know that your smile is fake?

Li Ziyu chuckled, not picking up the breastplate from the ground.

Instead, he took two steps forward, stood before Ouyang Hao, looked him directly in the eyes, and said earnestly, "Do you know that your smile is very fake and annoying?"

With that, he walked past Ouyang Hao without looking back, heading towards the Battle Skill Library.

"Excuse me, you're blocking my way."

...

Ouyang Hao's suspended hand hung in mid-air, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, finally settling into calmness.

He watched Li Ziyu walk past him expressionlessly, and said in a flat tone, "You are the first person to refuse my invitation, but I respect your choice."

Li Ziyu ignored him, walked directly to the bus stop, and got on the bus.

"Damn it, he's ungrateful! Does he really think he's so great just because he's the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer?!"

"National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer, it's not like our Mutual Aid Society doesn't have one."

After Li Ziyu left,

The burly youth in black shorts walked up to Ouyang Hao, spat in Li Ziyu's direction with a look of indignation.

He looked at Li Ziyu's back with disdain in his tone: "He even refuses to give up his spot in the National Youth Martial Arts University League, he really overestimates himself! What? He doesn't think he can get a ranking in the Martial Arts University League, does he? Damn it!"

"Does he really think he can arm wrestle with the fourth-year prodigies just based on his talent?"

"Damn it, refusing our Mutual Aid Society in front of so many people is practically slapping our Mutual Aid Society in the face!"

Someone else in the group spoke up, their tone icy.

Ouyang Hao, on the other hand, had a calm expression, glancing around.

At this moment, many students were attracted by the commotion here, discussing animatedly.

Some even picked up their phones, as if recording a video.

Ouyang Hao retracted his gaze, his tone flat: "It's normal for someone who just enrolled and achieved some seemingly impressive accomplishment to lose sight of himself."

"After being educated by reality, he will regret his decision today."

Saying that, Ouyang Hao glanced at the surrounding villas and said indifferently to the burly youth beside him, "Yang Ming, if I remember correctly, these three days are for competing for dorms? It seems to be free competition?"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"President Ouyang, I understand! Leave this matter to me!"

Yang Ming instantly understood Ouyang Hao's meaning.

He rubbed his fists, looked at the villa where Li Ziyu lived, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I'll let him know the difference between a freshman and an upperclassman!"

"Hmm, don't cripple him, otherwise, it will be hard to explain to Dean Zuo. Just let him lie in bed for two months."

Ouyang Hao nodded and left.

Yang Ming, with four upperclassmen from the Mutual Aid Society, stood in front of Li Ziyu's villa, arms crossed, unmoving.

The surrounding students, looking at the scene that had just unfolded, erupted into a frenzy.

"Holy cow! Who was that handsome young man just now? He actually dared to openly refuse the invitation of Ouyang Hao, the Vice President of the Mutual Aid Society?!"

"Doesn't he want to make a living at Modu Martial Arts University?!"

"Refusing is one thing, but he even said to Ouyang Hao's face that his smile was fake. He's too bold, isn't he?"

"I remember now! Isn't this handsome guy the one who, on the bus, pressed down on two freshmen from the Mutual Aid Society so they couldn't move? He's today's National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer! His name seems to be Li Ziyu!"

"Tsk, so he's the Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer, no wonder he has such confidence, but this guy is only a freshman, his strength can't compare to the upperclassmen of the Mutual Aid Society."

"It seems the Mutual Aid Society is preparing to make an example of Li Ziyu."

While discussing, several people also picked up their phones, sending messages to their companions, calling them over to watch.

For a time, at the villa entrance, more and more people gathered.

...

On the other side, at the Modu Martial Arts University Battle Skill Library.

Li Ziyu swiped his wristband and entered the main door.

Upon entering, there was a large hall spanning several thousand square meters.

In the center was a semi-circular open bar.

The bar was hundreds of meters long, with seven or eight people who looked like students or staff sitting behind it.

A young man with a student wristband on his wrist was propping his legs on the table, idly playing a game.

He didn't even lift his head when he saw Li Ziyu approach.

Li Ziyu walked to the table and tapped on it.

Only then did the young man put down his game, look up at Li Ziyu, and say, "Newcomer? Here to choose a Battle Skill?"

"Yes."

Li Ziyu nodded. Modu Martial Arts University operates on a credit system.

Modu Martial Arts University operates on a credit system, where one can earn corresponding credits by completing tasks.

These students sitting behind the bar, presumably, had taken on the task of guiding new students.

"Swipe your wristband here, and the AI will automatically filter the Battle Skills you can choose based on your permissions."

The young man nodded at Li Ziyu, then stood up.

He led Li Ziyu to a two-meter-tall, silver-white machine nearby.

He pointed to a slot on the device and said, "For first-time use, you need to swipe your wristband, then perform an iris and body feature verification."

"Once verified, a Battle Skill menu will be generated, and you can select from it."

Finally, the young man reminded him, "As freshmen, the level and types of Battle Skills you can choose should not be many. Just choose what suits you."

"Once your strength and permissions increase later, you can come back to choose more advanced Battle Skills."

Li Ziyu nodded, thanked the young man.

He looked at the machine in front of him.

This method of acquiring Battle Skills was different from what he had imagined.

He thought it would be like borrowing books from a library.

He didn't expect that even selecting Battle Skills would be intelligent.

Modu Martial Arts University truly kept up with the times.

Thinking this,

Li Ziyu raised his hand and placed the wristband on his right hand into the slot.

A moment later,

After a series of red and blue lights scanned Li Ziyu's body from the machine, and a series of beeping sounds,

The screen displayed a dense list of Battle Skill names.

There were also classifications from level one to nine.

After telling Li Ziyu how to use it, the young man turned around, ready to go back to playing his game.

However, before leaving, he habitually glanced at the screen.

Upon seeing the dense list of Battle Skills displayed on the screen, the young man's eyes immediately widened:

"Holy crap, brother! Why are there so many Battle Skills you can choose from?!"

"What are your permissions?!"

The young man was stunned, instinctively craning his neck and exclaiming.

Choosing Battle Skills required the corresponding permissions of the student.

The higher the permission, the more types of Battle Skills one could choose, and the higher their level.

But generally, freshmen who just enrolled could only choose about a dozen Battle Skills.

Those with slightly higher permissions could at most choose twenty or so.

But for this freshman in front of him, how many Battle Skills were available for selection? At least a hundred, right?!

And damn it, there were even Battle Skills above level six?

And level nine ones?!