"Lin Ping'an, damn it, this blasted technique, pain... it's just too painful!"
"Damn it! The cost is way too high!"
"Waaah... I've only been running it for five minutes, and I feel like I'm about to give birth!"
"..."
At the glass door in the back, the principal sneakily observed the situation in the classroom, unable to stop his mouth from twitching.
To be honest, he had also secretly tried this Yellow Level Technique, "Painful Demon Body."
But after persisting for seven or eight minutes, he immediately chose to give up. His experience at the time wasn't much better than these students'.
Luckily, no one was around back then, avoiding a wave of social death.
For this, he was extremely grateful that he had already reached the Third Grade Peak Realm, as the Yellow Level Technique had little effect on him.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult to make a decision.
While this technique's effect is absurdly strong, it's truly not meant for humans to practice.
Of course, for the principal, while he wouldn't practice it himself, he could encourage the students to do so.
After all, understanding the harshness of the battlefield, he would rather have the students shed tears now than only bleed later in regret.
Moreover, looking at the bright side, this pain is also a form of training, allowing people to endure more suffering and toughening their willpower.
According to informal sources, the higher-ups have always felt that the new generation of martial artists is too soft and lacks willpower, possibly introducing more aggressive methods soon.
Now, while things may seem good on the surface, who knows what the future holds?
To stand long among the Ten Thousand Races' forests, there's no room for luck and weakness.
What's more, the Human Race still can't dominate the Ten Thousand Races alone, merely holding the basic ground.
That afternoon, the principal took some time to gather the homeroom teachers and instructed them to give the students a morale boost.
After all, with all the preparations done, not seizing the chance would be a real loss.
And from the looks of it, the Martial Arts Association seems to want the whole city to promote and propagate this cultivation trend. If they don't keep up immediately,
the martial arts college entrance exam hype could very likely be taken by other high schools in Celestial Yang City.
You see, competition is everywhere, and even Number One High School is facing scrutiny from Number Two and Number Three High Schools, among others.
In a city, top-quality students are limited, and the college entrance exam results each year can impact new admissions.
Rising or falling often happens in a split moment.
Practicing the "Painful Demon Body" starts with Number One High School, so they must achieve the best results, or it would be a disqualification.
As for Lin Ping'an, the origin of everything or rather the start of this cultivation trend, while the principal somewhat favors him, he doesn't place too much importance.
After all, there's still time before the entrance exam, and even becoming a First Grade Martial Artist would be just a small lead.
As long as other talented students grit their teeth and catch up, it won't be long before they surpass him.
If the exam were tomorrow, and there wasn't enough time for growth, then it might be worth paying more attention and placing some extra bets.
But right now, there's no need to be overly concerned.
By the time the national exam comes, barring any surprises, Lin Ping'an will blend in with the crowd.
Though he may have some moments in the spotlight, it won't be much.
The most dazzling position won't have his presence at all.
Thinking about this, the principal inexplicably sighed once more.
What a pity!
Such a shame!
Every time an opportunity is missed at that stage, you can only blame it on fate being unkind; everything was predetermined.
Meanwhile, in a hotel room, Lin Ping'an was diligently cultivating and creating techniques, unaware that his concealing abilities made many sigh heavily.
Of course, if he knew, he'd just keep a calm face and snicker silently.
After all, this was the effect Lin Ping'an aimed to achieve, or rather a calculated result.
He explained the origin of his power reasonably and subtly hid his true condition.
In short, from now on, as long as he doesn't reveal his Third Grade and above strength, he can easily explain it away.
This way, he won't attract the unwanted attention of others.
After all, someone who can endure pain and cultivate with the Yellow Level Technique "Painful Demon Body," effectively locking in a limit, isn't worth too much focus.
Had it not been for this plan, when Lin Ping'an, an ordinary person with low talent, showed off First Grade strength before other talented students, it would attract countless curious eyes.
Alone and merely an orphan with no backing.
If he acted recklessly in such a situation, he wouldn't even know how he died.
With his continuous effort, the First Grade lower body bone forging progress kept climbing.
24 blocks... 25 blocks... 26 blocks...
As the progress increased, his Qi Blood upper limit also strengthened, and his overall strength continued to rise.
Moreover, the progression of the cultivation techniques he was creating also kept increasing.
38%... 39%... 40%...
Advancing on two fronts, improving simultaneously.
The next day, at dawn.
Celestial Yang City, a private hospital, front desk.
A robust man full of muscle approached, emanating an intimidating aura, speaking coldly.
"Hey... check for me, which room Zhou Qiang is in. I'm his uncle."
Hearing such brash words, the young nurse looked up annoyed, instantly intimidated and shivering.
"W-w-wait... I'll... I'll check... in... in... room 403..."
The strong man nodded at this and said nothing, turning around to walk inside, his aura growing colder.
Once he was out of sight, the young nurse finally relaxed, patting her chest and muttering under her breath.
"Hmph! What's with the attitude? Who's he scowling at? This ain't the first time I've seen a Martial Artist, but he's acting like everyone owes him something..."
Meanwhile, the strong man reached the fourth floor, and as he got to the door, Zheng Di, Zhou Qiang's homeroom teacher, approached proactively.
"Brother Zhou, you're finally here! Xiaoqiang is inside."
Moments later, as the strong man, Zhou Shang, saw his nephew's miserable state, he almost couldn't contain his Qi Blood.
After a long while, suppressing his anger, he called Zheng Di aside to a quiet place to inquire about the details.
In response, Zheng Di naturally chose to disclose everything without a hint of concealment.
As Zhou Shang listened, he grew increasingly furious, his anger boiling, and a hint of pressure emanating from him.
"Lin Ping'an? An orphan? He's asking for death! Damn bastard! He can't be left alive!"
Meanwhile, sensing that aura, Zheng Di's eyes contracted, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Zhou... you... you broke through to Fourth Grade... became a Middle Tier Martial Artist?"
Zhou Shang nodded, not denying it.
Upon seeing this, Zheng Di's eyes rolled, delighted by the correct bet this time, and couldn't help but decide to increase his stakes.
"Brother Zhou, that brat asked for leave, he's probably at home. I'll find a way to get the address. Then, you can deal with him as you want."