162: Chapter 162 Why not take advantage of the capitalists' profits?

Time flew by.

In the atmosphere of "popping pills" and "hard cultivation" unique to Class F, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

During this week, Magic City Martial Arts University was far from peaceful.

Experts from various leaderboards emerged from isolation, and all sorts of rumors flew about.

As for the rumors about Jiang You of Class F awakening an SSS-rank Supernatural Ability, although strictly suppressed by the school, there is no such thing as an airtight wall, and some whispers still reached the ears of those who cared.

"SSS-rank? Eye of Tianshu?"

"Are those idiots in Class F reading too many novels?"

Inside a training room at Magic City Martial Arts University, a burly man with a buzz cut and bulging muscles scoffed while doing one-finger push-ups:

"What 'a glance lasting ten thousand years'? What 'piercing through illusions'?"

"In my opinion, it's just a fake, purely identified as a scam!"

"Exactly!" A lackey nearby handed over a towel and chimed in obsequiously, "In my opinion, that Jiang You probably just caught pink eye or cataracts, and those drama queens in Class F are forcing it to be hyped up as a divine eye."

"Principal Pang must be getting senile too. To build momentum for Class F, he'd actually believe a script that even the clickbait tabloids wouldn't dare write?"

Meanwhile, the campus forum of Magic City Martial Arts University, [Martial Arts & Gossip Section], was completely in an uproar because of a pinned hot post.

Post Title: [Rational Analysis] Heard that the freshman in Class F awakened the legendary SSS-rank Supernatural Ability? Is this a moral decline or just hype from the school?

[OP (Anonymous)]:

"As the title says. I heard the roof of the Class F Gymnasium was ripped off, and some say it was Jiang You who glared it into nothingness. Brothers, is this tea reliable?"

"Also, I heard that Jiang You took a kick from a Tier 5 Great Demon in the Mist Swamp and didn't die. Do we really have someone that badass in our school? I'm a senior who was out on an internship and missed the special training, can someone in the know give me the details?"

[King of Keyboard Warriors]:

"Thanks for the invite, I was at the scene, just got off the stretcher. Senior above, here's what happened: that kid did indeed take a kick, and I did see him fly away with my own eyes. That parabola was beautiful, just like launching a satellite."

"But! Does that prove he's strong?"

"The situation was that the Great Demon was trying to grab someone, and that idiot Jiang You was half-asleep and stood up in the way. As a result, the Great Demon just kicked him away like a soda can on the side of the road!"

[Homelander's Clone]

"Replying to the OP, not dying only proves two things. First, the Great Demon hadn't eaten or was just shooing away a fly and didn't use its full strength. Second, even though Jiang You's Supernatural Ability is trash, his skin is truly thick!"

"But can this represent combat power? It's like letting Mike Tyson punch a top-tier punching bag. The bag doesn't break, but can you say the bag is stronger than Tyson?"

[Passerby]:

"I also think it's absurd. Heard the blue light special effects were maxed out? I bet it was just a hologram set up by that profiteer Gou Fugui. After all, what wouldn't Class F do for funding?"

[Class A Reservist]:

"LMAO. SSS-rank? Doesn't Supernatural Ability awakening follow basic laws nowadays? Some slacker who does nothing but eat and sleep, it's hard to say if he even got in through the back door, and he claims to have the Eye of Tianshu? I think it's the Eye of 'Tian-lose', the kind that loses every day!"

[Truth Seeker]:

"Move along, everyone, stop guessing. According to reliable rumors, that day was actually Class F using high-power appliances to cook hot pot, which caused a circuit explosion and blew the roof off. To avoid punishment from the school, they made up such an absurd excuse. Principal Pang didn't expose them just to save face for the school. After all... you shouldn't air your dirty laundry in public!"

...

The forum was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Everyone was memeing and mocking; no one took this so-called "SSS-rank" seriously at all.

In their eyes, Class F was just a group of clowns doing whatever it took to get attention.

"Hmph, just grandstanding."

Class A, the exclusive cultivation room for prodigies.

There were no noisy roars or rude sounds of destruction here.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and several paintings with flowing calligraphy hung on the surrounding walls. If not for the nearly tangible spiritual pressure, this place would look more like an elegant study.

A young man wearing a moon-white Tang suit, with his long hair tied casually behind his head, sat in front of a guqin, his slender fingers resting gently on the strings.

His name was Xie Fuyao.

His name was taken from the line, "The Great Peng rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles up."

He was the top student among the seniors at Magic City Martial Arts University and was firmly in the top three on the school's "Prodigy Ranking."

"SSS-rank? Eye of Tianshu?"

A faint smile curled at the corners of Xie Fuyao's mouth. His fingers didn't exert any force, but the suspended droplet at his fingertips suddenly fell.

"Plop."

A single drop of water landed on the specially made alloy floor.

There was no splashing.

With a muffled "boom," the alloy floor, which had a hardness comparable to diamonds, was actually smashed into a deep crater by this single drop of water!

SS-rank Supernatural Ability, [Weak Water of the Heavenly River].

Goose feathers cannot float on it, and a single drop weighs a thousand catties.

"Interesting."

Xie Fuyao looked at the deep crater on the floor, his tone gentle as jade, yet it carried an arrogance carved into his bones:

"Even if it is the real Eye of Tianshu, how many layers of illusion can a newly awakened rookie really see through?"

In the shadows behind him, a tall figure playing with two iron walnuts walked out.

This person was named Cong Nanshan, the top junior student, and his Supernatural Ability was the SS-rank [Beast King Avatar].

"Fuyao, don't be too careless."

Cong Nanshan's voice was muffled, like rolling thunder:

"Since that old fox Principal Pang Ban dared to empty his coffers for Class F, it means that kid is indeed a bit strange."

"Strange?"

Xie Fuyao gently plucked the strings, producing a resonant twang:

"In the face of absolute foundation, strangeness is nothing but a crooked path."

"During the selection tournament, I will make him understand..."

"That some things cannot be overcome just by luck and a pair of eyes."

...

On the campus of Magic City Martial Arts University, the atmosphere grew more tense by the day.

Huge holographic projection banners blocked out the sky, drones flew in formation, and even the betting odds at the school gate changed from "Jiang You loses in the first round" to "Can Jiang You last three minutes."

Yet, in the eye of the storm, Class F was surprisingly quiet.

Apart from the occasional scent of hot pot and the snoring coming from that broken hole, it was as if this place were another world.

Finally.

The day everyone was waiting for had arrived.

The internal selection tournament for the Hundred Schools League at Magic City Martial Arts University had officially begun!

The first rays of morning sunlight shone down, refracting off a magnificent building shaped like a giant flying saucer and built entirely of special alloy—Magic City Martial Arts University's Central Virtual Combat Center.

As the start time arrived, crowds began to pour frantically into this giant structure.

Beneath the massive dome was a circular hall capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people.

Directly above the hall, hundreds of massive holographic projection screens were suspended.

They were scrolling with real-time data streams, match lists for various ranks, and the most conspicuous one—[Real-time School-wide Combat Power Ranking].

Preparation area, Class F's exclusive lounge.

The noise outside was deafening, but inside, it was eerily quiet.

Jiang You sat on a bench, looking down at his palms, his eyes dazed in a rare moment, even revealing a hint of confusion.

This week, he had really eaten a lot.

Principal Pang had truly emptied his coffers, sending all kinds of resources to Class F as if they were free.

At first, Jiang You had held the slacker mentality of "If it's free, why not eat it? If you don't fleece a capitalist, you're missing out."

As a result... the more he ate, the more something felt off.

The constant feeling of being drained and weak in his body had disappeared, replaced by a sense of fullness that felt like it was about to overflow.

Especially his eyes; before, everything always felt like it was behind a veil, but now, with a slight focus, he could clearly see the trajectory of dust in the air.