15: Chapter 15 Martial Arts Usage Certificate, Kid, Do Your Best!

Principal's Office.

Seeing that Yun Zhuo eventually chose the two Martial Skills he had picked for him, Zhou Libin couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. He then opened the desk terminal and said, "Now that you've chosen your Martial Skills, let's register them."

Fearing he wouldn't understand, he explained further, "Learning Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques is just like buying a car. Just as a vehicle registration has a driving license, Martial Skills have a usage license. These must all be recorded in your file."

Without this, even if you learn it, you aren't allowed to possess it."

Yun Zhuo knew that in this world, guns were sold on the market, but Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques were not.

Buying a gun didn't require a permit, yet buying a Martial Skill required a usage license. This was truly absurd.

To put it bluntly, this was the Kindling Federation, no longer the world he was familiar with. This world had a rigid class System.

It was a method used by those in power to solidify classes and maintain their dominant rule.

It was just like how the aristocratic clans in the ancient times of his previous world monopolized the imperial examinations.

"Principal Zhou, if I don't pass the entrance exam for a Martial Dao University this time, but still want to learn Martial Skills in the future, are there any other ways?"

"If you know you might not pass, why aren't you working harder? Let me tell you, a Martial Dao University is absolutely the cheapest and easiest place in your life to learn Martial Skills."

The Martial Skills you can learn there are by no means inferior to the official Federation ones. As for how much you can learn, that all depends on your own ability."

"Aside from schools and the officials, is there no third path?"

Zhou Libin paused for a moment. "There is. The black market."

"Do they issue licenses?"

"You're overthinking it. It's called a black market; who's going to issue you a license?"

"Then what's the use of buying them?"

"For the dead. Are you worried a dead person will report you for using a Martial Skill without a license?"

Yun Zhuo was stunned. Could such words really come out of a principal's mouth?

Zhou Libin saw what he was thinking and said, "A person always needs a few trump cards. Especially in the future, if you have the chance to go outside the city, an extra trump card often equates to an extra life."

So many people leave the city every day, but no one knows how many go out and how many come back."

Especially after crossing the last sentry tower, that place will let you experience what a true wasteland world is like."

So if there's nothing important, don't go that far. Just hanging around between the first and second towers is enough."

After speaking, Zhou Libin turned off the terminal and asked, "Do you know the fastest way to memorize these two Martial Skills?"

Yun Zhuo knew he had more to say, so he shook his head cooperatively.

Zhou Libin smiled slightly and took out a white packaging box from his bracelet. "This is a specialized bracelet for a War Spirit Master."

Once activated, you just need to insert the silicon chips I just gave you, and it can instill all the content into your brain."

The validity period of each instillation varies from person to person, but it won't exceed five days at most. As long as you aren't too stupid, you can basically reach the Entry Level in three days at most."

"You mean I only have three days to learn the Martial Skills you just gave me?"

"Exactly. After three days, the content in the chips will automatically self-destruct."

With that, he pushed the box in front of Yun Zhuo. "Go on."

"You're just giving it to me like this?"

"Otherwise? The Education Department gave our school fifty of these this time. Although I can't give you other resources, no one should mind if one bracelet is missing."

"Principal Zhou, can I ask you a question?" Yun Zhuo rubbed the box with his fingertips and looked up at Zhou Libin.

Zhou Libin gave a knowing smile, leaned back in his chair, and countered, "You want to ask why I'm suddenly being so good to you?"

Yun Zhuo nodded frankly. "If you don't give me a reason, I really wouldn't dare take this."

"Hehe." Zhou Libin's gaze fell on Yun Zhuo, his tone carrying a hint of emotion. "You are the only War Spirit Master in our school in fifty years to Breakthrough the mortal rank by your own ability."

Most importantly, you are a homegrown student of our No. 8 Middle School."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, a trace of regret appearing in his eyes. "Originally, the school would have done everything possible to help you achieve a good result in the martial exam."

But your luck is too poor. Although I am the principal, there are still School Directors and a board above me."

At this point, he sighed. "Sigh, this is all I can do for you."

Consider it as building a good relationship. I hope that if you strike it rich in the future, you won't forget that you were a student of No. 8 Middle School."

Yun Zhuo laughed. "Don't worry. If I strike it rich in the future, I'll definitely buy No. 8 Middle School."

Phrases like 'I'll treat you to a meal another day' came naturally to him.

Zhou Libin was amused. "That would be great, though I don't know if I'll live to see that day."

"Isn't that easy? Just work hard to keep the wind under your nose."

"Wind under my nose?" Zhou Libin was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched his nose. He then realized that having wind under the nose just meant breathing.

This kid was actually teasing him about not stopping his breathing.

"You little brat, get out of here."

"Principal, there shouldn't be much difference between missing one bracelet or two, right? Can you give me another one?"

"You want to give one to your War Princess?"

"No, I see the quality of this bracelet is quite good. I want to sell it for money. You don't know, last time..."

Before Yun Zhuo could finish, he saw Zhou Libin's Face darken as he prepared to throw something at him.

Following the principle of a wise man not fighting against the odds, Yun Zhuo immediately turned and ran before the object could be thrown.

Just as he stepped out the door, he was struck twice in succession, making him stagger.

He picked them up and saw they were two identical packaging boxes.

For the sake of these two bracelets, Yun Zhuo decided not to hold a grudge against that old fellow.

He glanced at the newly activated bracelet on his wrist; the storage space inside was actually one cubic meter—it was A-grade.

The selling price for such a bracelet at the guild is one hundred thousand. Mine is also brand new, so selling it online for ninety thousand shouldn't be a problem.

Two would be one hundred and eighty thousand. With this money, he and Teacher Su could reach Earth Rank High Grade together.

Putting the bracelets away, he impatiently took out a silicon chip and inserted it to test the effect.

In the next moment, all the Moves of the Stance Step Flat Spear Style miraculously appeared in his mind.

Yun Zhuo knew this was just an illusion. If one could remember forever like this, why bother studying? One could just instill book knowledge directly into the brain.

"Ding! Detected that the host has learned the mortal rank Martial Skill 'Stance Step Flat Spear Style'. Would you like to top up to comprehend it?"

Yun Zhuo was delighted. He checked the System prompts: Entry Level is one hundred, Mastery is one thousand, Major Achievement is ten thousand, and returning to truth is one hundred thousand.

Let's start with a hundred to experience the effect.

In the next moment, an electric current originated in his brain and traveled down his spine, instantly coursing through his entire body.

Yun Zhuo couldn't help but shudder, thinking to himself, "Does this mean I've reached the Entry Level? Aside from a sense of familiarity with the long spear, there doesn't seem to be any change."

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the hallway. Liu Haoliang, running out of breath, appeared at the end of the corridor.

Yun Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then remembered—isn't this his class monitor, Liu Haoliang?

"Yo, Class Monitor, what has made you so anxious?"

The sweat-drenched Liu Haoliang leaned one hand against the wall and the other on his knee, saying breathlessly, "Yun Zhuo, be honest. Did you form a contract with your Teacher Su?"

In Yun Zhuo's memory, the impression Liu Haoliang gave the original owner was that he spoke arrogantly, liked to put on airs, and enjoyed emphasizing social hierarchy in front of ordinary students.

He was just a high school student council president, but those who didn't know better would think he was the Dean of Students.

The key was that the original owner was actually afraid of him.

Therefore, his current questioning tone made Yun Zhuo feel very displeased.

"Sorry, I didn't give you wedding candy. When I strike it rich one day, I'll definitely make it up to your whole family." After saying this, he patted his shoulder like a world-weary elder:

"Keep at it, kid. I believe you can definitely become a Dean of Students and bring honor to your parents."