172: Chapter 172 Ancient martial arts are just child's play, they're boring.

The test results were released that very evening.

Over a hundred students from the grade signed up, but only fifteen passed all five tests.

Wang Lin was on the list.

His name was at the top of the first column.

The grade column next to it read—

Speed: 10.03 seconds (School Record Broken)

Strength: One punch shattered the punch force tester (School Record Broken)

Endurance: 10,000 meters in 31 minutes and 42 seconds (School Record Broken)

Reaction Speed: Zero hits taken (School Record Broken)

Combat Simulation: One punch sent the opponent flying (School Record Broken)

Five tests, five broken records.

The entire academy exploded.

"What kind of monster is this? Is he really a freshman?"

"I suspect he isn't human."

Those who had once mocked Wang Lin now shut their mouths.

The parents who had once questioned whether Wang Lin used connections were collectively silent after seeing the test results.

Their children had worked so hard to get into Holy City Academy, yet their grades were not as good as someone who "used connections."

Moreover, this person who "used connections" was so strong that even a sophomore couldn't take a single punch from him.

What face did they have to say anything else?

Class Teacher Zhou Mingyuan sat in his office, looked at the test results, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Meng lay on the bed in the infirmary, his hands wrapped in bandages.

Several lackeys stood by, none of them daring to speak.

The doctor said it was a fracture of the knuckle bones and he needed at least a month of rest.

"Brother Meng... are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Brother Meng, that Wang Lin is too ruthless..."

"Shut up."

The lackey immediately shut his mouth.

Zhao Meng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled: "He isn't ruthless."

Several people were stunned.

"He isn't ruthless? He beat you like this and you say he isn't ruthless?"

"If he were ruthless, I wouldn't be lying in the infirmary right now."

"I hit him a dozen times, and he didn't retreat a single step. He hit me once, and I flew five meters."

"Do you know what that means? It means if he wanted to kill me, he would only need one punch. But he didn't."

Zhao Meng stared at the ceiling, a certain indescribable look in his eyes.

"He held back. I could feel it. If he had used his full strength, my sternum would have been shattered long ago."

The ward fell silent.

The lackeys looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

...

The day the test results were released, the entire academy was discussing Wang Lin.

But Wang Lin himself had gone to the most remote corner of Holy City Academy, the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall.

This place was in the northwest corner of the academy, shaded by a grove of old parasol trees; you wouldn't be able to find it unless you looked carefully.

The path was paved with bluestone slabs, with weeds growing in the cracks; it looked long-neglected and was completely out of place with the modern teaching buildings in the academy.

Rather than a teaching building, this place was more like a dojo.

It had wooden lintels, blue bricks, and grey tiles. An old wooden plaque hung at the entrance with four characters written on it— "Ancient Martial Arts Training".

The calligraphy was somewhat faded, but the strokes were still sharp, as if carved by a knife.

Wang Lin pushed open the old wooden door and walked in.

Behind the door was a courtyard.

On both sides of the courtyard were wooden corridors, and the pillars of the corridors were carved with some patterns...

There were human figures, combat moves, and breathing routes; it looked like some kind of cultivation technique.

In the corner of the courtyard, there were seven or eight people; some were standing in stances, some were practicing punches, and some were sparring.

Just as Wang Lin was about to walk inside, a voice came from the side.

"Who are you? What are you here for?"

Wang Lin turned his head.

A middle-aged man walked out from the corridor, wearing a dark grey practice uniform with a black belt tied around his waist.

He looked to be in his forties, not tall, but very sturdy, and he made almost no sound when he walked.

"I am Wang Lin, here to learn Ancient Martial Arts."

"Did you come on your own, or were you introduced by someone?"

Wang Lin thought for a moment: "Introduced by someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the few students in the courtyard who were training stopped their movements simultaneously and turned to look at Wang Lin.

"Another one using connections."

The voice wasn't loud, but the courtyard was very quiet, and everyone heard it.

Wang Lin looked over in the direction of the voice.

The person speaking was a man and a woman, who looked like sophomore or junior students.

The man was tall with broad shoulders, arms crossed over his chest, and a trace of disdainful amusement at the corner of his mouth.

The woman stood beside him, wearing a ponytail and holding a wooden sword, looking at Wang Lin with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What is going on with Holy City Academy now? Using connections in the Superpower teaching department, and now using connections in the Ancient Martial Arts teaching department too?"

"Exactly, we worked so hard to get in, why should someone get special treatment?"

Although the few people nearby didn't speak, their eyes carried the same sentiment.

"Quiet.", the middle-aged man's voice wasn't loud, but the courtyard instantly fell silent.

He glanced at the two, and they immediately lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Then he turned to Wang Lin: "Who introduced you?"

"Bishop Qin Cang."

The courtyard went silent again, and the expressions of the students who had just been mocking Wang Lin for "using connections" changed.

The Ancient Martial Arts teaching in the academy served the Holy Court, and graduates went directly into the Holy Court.

And Bishop Qin Cang was one of the most powerful and strongest people in the Holy Court.

The things they had just said were now equivalent to slapping Bishop Qin Cang in the face.

The tall boy's face flushed red; he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

The girl with the ponytail lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

The few students nearby also averted their gazes, pretending nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin, and his expression changed.

"You were introduced by Bishop Qin Cang?" He repeated.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He said my power output efficiency is less than thirty percent, and told me to come learn Ancient Martial Arts."

The courtyard went silent again.

Power output efficiency less than thirty percent?

What kind of concept is that?

It means this person has strength far beyond ordinary people, but just doesn't know how to use it.

The way those students looked at Wang Lin changed again.

It was no longer questioning and mocking, but curiosity and shock.

"Power output efficiency less than thirty percent?" The middle-aged man's eyebrows raised, "What is your Superpower level?"

"LV4."

"What about your physical strength?"

Wang Lin thought for a moment.

"During the strength test, I shattered the punch force tester. The teacher said my pure physical strength is at least 1,800 kilograms."

A sound of gasping echoed in the courtyard.

"1,800 kilograms? Pure physical strength?"

"What kind of monster is he?"

"No wonder Bishop Qin Cang let him come..."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine. Since Bishop Qin Cang sent you, you can stay."

He turned around and looked at the students in the courtyard.

"His name is Wang Lin. From today on, he is your classmate."

"My name is Instructor Meng He, and I am the instructor here. From today on, I will teach you Ancient Martial Arts."

"But I'll say this upfront: Ancient Martial Arts cannot be mastered in a day or two. No matter who introduced you, here, everyone is treated the same."

"The required training cannot be skipped for even a day, and the necessary hardships cannot be avoided."

"Can you do that?"

Wang Lin thought for a moment and said: "I can't. It takes too long. I don't have time to play house here."