Looking again at the students inside the venue, sweating like rain, Meng Chuan sensed briefly and found that none of them had a level of Qi and Blood Gate below the fifth.
He thought to himself:
"Looks like Zong Ping wasn't being modest; he really is here as a bottom-ranker..."
He then remembered Zong Ping and called him.
While waiting for Zong Ping to arrive, he continued listening to Xu Qingfeng explaining some of the school's rules.
Even though he's not studying here, to practice martial arts, some of the rules still have to be followed.
A moment later, Zong Ping ran over.
"Brother Qingfeng, and Brother Chuan, why are you here? I was in class, so I rushed over."
Meng Chuan took out his pass and explained, and Zong Ping admired him, saying:
"Brother Chuan, this is Principal Yang valuing you, it must be you!"
Meng Chuan smiled faintly, as he actually already understood Principal Yang's intentions.
But even without special favors, with Master Luo there, he'd definitely still choose Northern United University.
Of course, unless Yanhua offers conditions that are hard to refuse...
At his current strength, he still can't measure up, but when the Martial Arts Entrance Exam is over, he believes Master Luo will inform him.
"All these top Martial Arts Universities, just go where they offer more, hahaha."
Zong Ping continued:
"Brother Chuan, thank you for dealing with Zhao Jian; I haven't had a chance to thank you yet."
Pausing, Zong Ping explained:
"That bastard Zhao Jian had a grudge with me, if it weren't for Brother Chuan discovering it in time and sanctioning him.
If he continued to lurk in the school, he'd have taken me down sooner or later."
Meng Chuan was speechless upon hearing this.
He thought of Zong Ping's mocking face at Qi Fei back at Ping'an Middle School.
He couldn't help but say:
"You better watch yourself in the future; accumulate some positive karma while you're young..."
...
Xu Qingfeng returned to practice Pile Skill, and Meng Chuan followed Zong Ping to try out various brand-new martial arts equipment in the Martial Arts Dojo.
After experiencing them, it was indeed advanced, with many he had never seen before.
However, he felt that none of them were particularly useful; practicing fist skills with a wooden stake was still the most comfortable.
"They also have wooden stakes here, Brother Chuan, let's go over there."
After a while, Meng Chuan stood in front of a silver pillar, and Zong Ping introduced:
"Brother Chuan, this is a fist stake mainly made of liquid silicon metal.
Compared to an ordinary wooden stake, it not only doesn't hurt your hands, but also can self-heal if deformed by strikes."
Meng Chuan had never seen such high-tech wooden stakes and approached to feel it.
When his hand was on it, it felt soft like flowing rubber.
With a slight force from his fingers, the surface immediately hardened, increasing resistance.
Curious, Meng Chuan asked:
"Zong Ping, is this thing sturdy? How much would it cost if I broke it?"
After all, it's not the equipment of his own school, and with his strength, it's best to ask.
Hearing this, the student practicing next to them looked at them with disdain.
"This is all top-tier equipment produced by United University's own lab, and you think you can break it, even making a small dent is impressive enough."
With that, the person turned his head to continue practicing, thinking Meng Chuan seemed like a country bumpkin coming to town, lacking any insight.
Meng Chuan didn't get angry, but he did need this fist stake as the iron-core wooden stake he had been using was no longer sufficient for his power.
Seeing Zong Ping about to cause trouble for that person again, Meng Chuan held him back, saying:
"Zong Ping, help me get something, I want to try this stake."
Meng Chuan positioned himself in front of the high-tech fist stake, slightly stretched his arms, the cracking and humming of bones instantly sounded.
The students present saw this scene, and their initial disdain disappeared, adding a bit of respect towards Meng Chuan.
To achieve such resonance between force and bone was proof of a master deeply immersed in fist skills, not just someone pursuing flashy Qi Blood techniques.
However, they still didn't believe Meng Chuan could make a mark on this silicon metal stake.
In his own class, his punch strength was among the top, aside from a few people from class two of sophomores.
Even he couldn't make a dent, so how could this unknown person?
The preparatory high school only spans two years.
Exceptionally outstanding students can be directly promoted to Northern United University after sophomore year, then grouped with that year's Martial Exam entrants, but such students make up only about 20%.
The rest who are not directly promoted stay on as juniors to continue learning and honing their skills.
If they still can't advance after a year, they'll be sent back to their original school to compete in the martial exams.
Some even opt to drop out aimed at other Martial Arts Universities.
However, such students are very few, and there may not even be one in a year.
Because unless one plans to develop along the southeastern coast, Northern United University is the undisputed king in the Northern Lands.
Meng Chuan stationed himself in front of the stake, once again placing his palm on its surface.
Then, the sound of muscles and bones resonated loudly like an explosion!
Meng Chuan thrust his waist forward, channeling his entire strength through his palm, and exerted a forceful push.
When he lifted his hand, a clear five-fingered palm print appeared on the silicon metal stake.
Its surface, having felt no subsequent pressure, gradually flowed and returned to its original state.
Meng Chuan smiled and said to Zong Ping:
"This is indeed good stuff."
Zong Ping silently thumbed up:
"Awesome, Brother Chuan."
He's been at United University for over half a year, and it's rare to see someone press a silicon stone deep with one hand without a burst of energy.
He feels completely clueless about Brother Chuan's strength, no wonder he could single-handedly defeat Zhao Jian, he's indeed formidable.
The nearby student was more or less shocked, he hits the silicon stone every day, such terrifying brute strength is truly rare.
He bowed his hands in apology for his prior disrespect.
Meng Chuan waved his hand, the quality of United University Prep High students, aside from a few, is generally very high.
After all, they're still youthful and not considered malicious.
Other students training, upon hearing Meng Chuan's power release sound, all gathered around to watch.
Anyone who can move the silicon stone is extraordinary, those who can attend school here, diligence and studiousness are the minimum standards, watching a master strike the stone can teach a lot.
Meng Chuan, ignoring others, took a deep breath and began to punch, the Baji Fist style gradually unfolded.
The Luo family's Baji is just a few days away from Perfection.
Seize the opportunity to achieve Perfection early and learn top-tier fist skills!
The moment the fist hit the silicon stone, the silver column surface rippled like water waves.
Meng Chuan's fist move exploded with opportunity, a series of soft fist short strikes like kneading dough, knuckles repeatedly hit the stone's dented part, pounding and grinding.
A fierce elbow strike during a backhand turn, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, carved a deep pit into the silicon stone.
Not waiting for it to auto-repair, Meng Chuan fully unleashed a heavy punch offensive, repeatedly pounding.
In a flash, dozens of punches burst from the stone's top down to the end.
When the 56th swing struck the seven-inch position on the stone, it emitted a sound like a great bell and drum.
Others were shocked with their eyes bulging, originally a rounded silicon stone, under Meng Chuan the sculptor's technique, slowly started showing an octagonal sharp contour!
"Whoa, this young man!"
"This guy's strength control by hand is too good, each punch's power is near perfect!"
Among those at Prep High, there's no lack of individuals with good eyesight, these are Meng Chuan's two qualities, combining evidence and performance to deliver top-notch effects.
Following, Meng Chuan's body retreated half a step, setting up for Long Fist.
With emphasis on extended arms, hand knife chop, Meng Chuan's thick calluses on his hands, sparked dazzling sparks when rubbing against the silicon gold.
When hitting the 136th strike, the silicon stone's surface finally presented a regular rectangular contour.
Meng Chuan's fists slammed from two sides, fiercely impacting the remaining two arc sections.
The blood vessels on his neck bulged, evaporating beads of sweat into white steam, with the final knee strike ending it, the remnants of the curved surface were finally flattened.
Thus, the round stone was entirely transformed into a square stone!
Meng Chuan paused for a moment, feeling the proficiency in his body jump up, he felt instant satisfaction.
"So damn amazing, I gotta take a photo of the square stone to show my dorm mates later."
With that, this student took out his phone and took pictures of the square silicon stone.
He's been at United University Prep High for two years, never seen such an uncanny square stone.
Someone looked shocked and said:
"Did this guy just transfer here? So strong, never seen him before."
"Don't know, probably. Seems like our school will have another powerhouse."
Zong Ping stood to the side, face full of honor.
"That's my big brother, awesome right?"
"Awesome! That's your big brother? From now on, he's my big brother too."
The person gave a thumbs-up to show respect.
Here at school, background is secondary.
Whoever hits harder, whose fist skill is stronger earns others' respect.
"Of course, even Xu Qingfeng can't beat my big brother, do you know what kind of prestige being first in the joint exam holds?"
In the dorm, Xu Qingfeng was stance training, suddenly sneezed, causing a sharp pain in his hand.
Given an advanced martial artist's body quality, it's nearly impossible to catch a cold, he was puzzled:
"Who's cursing me?"
...
At this moment, the silicon stone began to slowly recover, even though Meng Chuan had completely deformed it, it could still repair back to its original state in moments, this is the power of technology.
Meng Chuan asked Zong Ping:
"Does this thing sell? I want to buy one."
He's recently been looking online at various martial arts equipment, the large area in his new home's attic is very suitable to transform into a personal Martial Arts Chamber.
Though Master Luo's household keys were given to him, he can go to the Martial Arts Chamber to train whenever.
But sometimes the Master's wife is there, Meng Chuan likes to practice shirtless when he's working up a sweat.
Having a foul sweaty body is generally inconvenient.
After experiencing it himself, this silicon stone is really useful, even if it cost a million, Meng Chuan feels it's worth it.
Zong Ping hesitated for a moment, troubled:
"Brother Chuan... this is United University's non-sale item, it can't be sold. We can only use it when practicing at the Martial Arts Dojo."
"Alright."
Meng Chuan nodded, planning to eventually seek the Master for it later.
For now, he won't go, it's too frequent, he'll hold off for a bit...
With the silicon stone recovered, Meng Chuan had just finished adjusting his breathing, stood up and started punching again.
This time, everyone crowded in for close viewing.
While watching, everyone sought advice on his force technique and skill.
For no other reason, Meng Chuan's striking the stone is completely textbook-level, each punch hit just right, possessing both strength and aesthetics.
Meng Chuan didn't hold back, people would ask him as he punched, he'd talk while doing it, whether they could understand or not depended on their own ability.
Facing most people, Meng Chuan was quite easy-going.
Only against Demon Path Martial Artists and Celestial Demons did he show his fierce side.
After tormenting the silicon stone a few more times, Meng Chuan stopped, quite satisfied.
[Luo's Baji: Great Success (94%) → (96%) Awaiting Limit Break]
"Ooh, refreshing!"