Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 24 Pressure
As Gao Wu stepped off the ring, he saw his coach Huang Hai's gloomy face.

He immediately reprimanded Gao Wu without any politeness: "Gao Wu, you're not young anymore, you should know better. There are some things you can't say on stage."

Gao Wu calmly stated, "The families of Houzi and Wang Tiesong are not well-off. Even though they have insurance to reimburse their medical expenses, the subsequent rehabilitation training will also require a lot of money. This is beyond their family's means."

"I can't really help much, I can only shout a couple of times to try and get some support."

"You can't do that again." Huang Hai was very shrewd; with so many eyes watching, he, as the coach, had to maintain basic decorum.

Besides, this matter has little to do with him. The more the school leaders dislike Gao Wu, the easier it is for him to act.

Huanglong won three matches in this game, but the MVP award was still given to Gao Wu, who also received a prize of 1,000 yuan.

Gao Wu smiled broadly as he held the glass trophy. A large group of students gathered around to take photos with him, and many girls asked him for autographs.

Huang Long and other members of the martial arts team watched with great envy, as they had never received such a throng of attention after their previous victories.

What young person doesn't like to be in the spotlight!

The high-ranking martial artist, who was riding high, was also extremely excited. Mainly, those words he had just spoken had earned him nearly two thousand merit points, which gave him a huge surprise!

Indeed, doing good deeds should be done openly and honestly, so that everyone knows about it.

Only those who do bad things act furtively, afraid that others will find out!
Gao Wu returned to his dorm, changed his clothes, and tore up the small notes in his pocket and threw them away. The female classmates were very enthusiastic and beautiful.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time for all of that. He could only disappoint his classmates' enthusiasm…

The next day at noon, Gao Wu went to the hospital to visit Wang Tiesong and Houzi, and found that many students had gathered in front of their beds. There were also many gifts such as fruit, milk, and biscuits around them.

The middle school students were relatively simple-minded and very proactive. Inspired by Gao Wu's speech, they all came to visit the two wounded the next day.

Gao Wu stood behind and watched for a while before quietly leaving.

The monkey and Wang Tiesong had finally become the center of attention, so he didn't go over to steal the limelight.

As he had previously stated publicly, he transferred 11,000 yuan to the two people via Fetion. It wasn't a lot of money, but it was a considerable sum for him.

Now that the matter has been publicized, the school, even if it's just to save face, will at least offer some form of support. This should alleviate some of the burden on the two injured students.

By Thursday, Gao Wu had finished injecting all ten doses of Blood Dragon Elixir. His strength and spirit had both reached eight points, an improvement of about one point compared to ten days ago.

This means that his mental and physical abilities have increased by approximately 50%.

His agility, in particular, has increased to seven points.

On the other hand, Song Mingyue guided him in his practice, which greatly improved his skills in the Nine Forms of the Dragon.

He was able to eat an expensive meal of exotic beast meat every day, which ensured that he had plenty of nutrition.

All of the above factors combined have enabled him to make rapid progress in martial arts. Compared to ten days ago, his combat power has at least doubled.

Even for an eighteen-year-old, such a rate of progress is astonishing.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around at noon, Gao Wu went to the martial arts hall to test his punching power.

A punch landed on the punching bag, and the testing machine displayed a four-digit number: 1036.

Gao Wu unleashed twenty punches in one minute, each punch carrying a force exceeding one thousand kilograms.

He couldn't help but feel excited as he watched the numbers flashing on the punching bag.

The advanced martial arts assessment is very simple: throw twenty punches within one minute, with each punch consistently exceeding one thousand kilograms in force.

He unleashed twenty punches in less than forty seconds, still having plenty of energy left, proving himself to be a true advanced martial artist.

As long as you go to the Tianwu Tournament to participate in the assessment, you can obtain an advanced martial artist certificate.

According to statistics, in this era where everyone practices martial arts, only 3% of people can become martial artists. Of those martial artists, only one-tenth can become advanced martial artists.

Ninety-nine percent of them became advanced martial artists after the age of twenty, having almost lost all their potential.

Generally speaking, only advanced martial artists under the age of twenty have the opportunity to become samurai.

The Dongjiang region comprises nine counties and one city, with a total population of over ten million, including as many as one million middle school students. Among them, there are no more than twenty advanced martial artists.

Therefore, it is quite remarkable that he was able to obtain an advanced martial arts certificate at the age of eighteen.

Gao Wu had always aimed to become a high-level martial artist by the age of eighteen, and now that he had achieved it so easily, he felt a mix of excitement and a sense of loss. Achievements gained without any hardship or difficulty always seemed to lack depth and lasting impact.

However, being merely a high-level martial artist is far from enough.

Ankyo University's Martial Arts Academy only admits about 300 students each year.

The entire Northern State comprises 77 cities with a population of over 300 million. Among them, there are four to five million students of college entrance examination age, which, proportionally, should amount to four to five hundred advanced martial artists.

Ankyo University offers preferential admissions to Ankyo residents, and with the addition of connections and other factors, and after deducting admission slots from other states, only about one hundred slots are left for regular admissions from Ankyo residents.

Since none of us had any connections or background, the competition for these 100 spots was exceptionally fierce, even brutal.

Shang Qingjun had exceptional martial arts talent and was the daughter of a martyr, but ultimately she was unable to enter the Martial Arts Academy and instead went to the Biology Department of Anjing University.

Of course, the Department of Biology is Ankyo University's top-ranked department.

In terms of importance, it actually far surpasses the Martial Arts Academy. The Martial Arts Academy can only produce warriors, while the Biology Department can produce scientists.

A major scientific discovery that could change the world.

Even the strongest martial artist is an individual matter; true development depends on diverse talents. Shang Qingjun doesn't like fighting either; he only wants to enter the martial arts academy because the subsidies are higher and more generous, which is better for his family.

When it comes to him, the businessperson's network of contacts becomes very difficult to utilize.

After all, he was just an orphan adopted by the old man, without any official status. Even if the old man intervened, others might not be willing to help.

Not only does he lack other advantages, but his personal martial arts score is also extremely low.

For university admissions of martial arts students, individual martial arts points carry a very high weight. This is the biggest problem he urgently needs to solve before July.

"Gao Wu," Coach Huang Hai's cold, hard voice came from behind, interrupting Gao Wu's thoughts.

Gao Wu turned around, smiled, and nodded in greeting: "Coach."

Huang Hai glanced at the punching power testing machine; the electronic screen was blank. However, he had clearly seen it in the monitoring room: Gao Wu delivered twenty consecutive punches, each fluid and powerful.

Although he couldn't see the numbers on the display screen, he could tell from his experience that Gao Wu had reached the level of an advanced martial artist.

The machine also keeps records, and he can check them if he wants. There's just no need for that.

He calculated that only ten days had passed since he gave Gao Wu the Blood Dragon Elixir. He was quite surprised by Gao Wu's tremendous progress.

An eighteen-year-old advanced martial artist can be described as having a promising future.

At this point, Gao Wu had embarked on a different path and was no longer in competition with his nephew Huang Long. However, how could he let such excellent material slip through his fingers!
"It seems the Blood Dragon Elixir is working very well," Huang Hai said. "You'll soon become a high-level martial artist."

"I am where I am today thanks to the guidance and help of my coach," Gao Wu casually complimented.

Regardless of Huang Hai's character, the other party is a samurai, so he should try his best to maintain good relations between the two sides.

Huang Hai said, "Your goal should be Ankyo University, right?"

Gao Wu nodded vigorously: "I want to try."

"Ankyo University Martial Arts Academy is the holy land of martial arts in the Northern State, and the competition is extremely fierce. Since you don't have a family background, you need to have absolute strength to get into Ankyo University."

Huang Hai said, "The most important part of the Anjing University interview is the practical assessment. The ultimate goal of our martial arts training is to gain great power so that we can slay alien beasts and sweep away demons from within."

“You are quite talented, but you are still far from being a true genius. It’s just that geniuses are very rare, and teachers are reluctant to let them take risks. As a result, they lack practical experience. This is also your opportunity.”

"What does the coach mean?" Gao Wu roughly understood that Huang Hai was trying to entice him to participate in more real combat.

Needless to say, he wasn't up to any good. He was also a little curious about what Huang Hai was planning.

“The Jinsheng Hotel holds martial arts level arena matches every day. The battles are fierce and the prize money is generous. By participating in the matches, you can gain valuable combat experience and win prize money at the same time. It’s a win-win situation.”

Huang Hai looked calmly at Gao Wu and asked, "What do you think?"

As a warrior, Huang Hai didn't need to put on any special act; his cold and indifferent gaze alone put immense pressure on Gao Wu.

Gao Wu felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on him. His chest felt heavy, and his breathing became labored. Unease and fear made him instinctively want to obey Huang Hai...

(End of this chapter)