Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

The interior is very spacious, with nearly 200 square meters of space, enough to practice most of the moves.

It has all the necessary features and configurations; it basically has everything you could want.

Mo Hong drew a battle sword from the armory and began his martial arts training.

Since Mo Hong comprehended the Guardian Blade technique last time, he has been constantly refining it through training.

After practicing for nearly two hours, Mo Hong stopped.

"almost."

Mo Hong then walked out of the cultivation room.

"Working behind closed doors isn't enough; you need to discuss things with others to truly see the problems."

Mo Hong hadn't forgotten his A-level contract, which allowed him to find a Xuan-level martial artist as a sparring partner every week.

However, Mo Hong was not in a hurry to find one now.

"Let's focus on improving our physical fitness as soon as possible."

Mo Hong thought for a moment and then returned to his dormitory.

Since Mo Hong and his two companions arrived at the dormitory, other early admission students have been arriving at the dormitory building intermittently, but only a few people have come to the Xuanzi Dojo dormitory.

It's clear that the other students admitted early went to other training centers...

The past ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the college entrance examination is already over.

Many martial arts universities select students based on their rankings.

Xuanwu University is no exception...

One room in the dormitory building.

A burly figure, shirtless and drenched in sweat, unleashed a series of moves; it was Mo Hong.

After a short while, Mo Hong stopped.

[Physical fitness level 8 (3%)]

Seeing this scene unfold before him, Mo Hong finally smiled.

Since martial arts skills can be improved by absorbing points, Mo Hong spent most of his time improving his physical attributes.

Just over ten days later, he was promoted to another level.

Call ~

After slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, Mo Hong went to take a hot shower.

"Today is the first day of school for new students, and the freshman test will be held the day after tomorrow. I wonder if my current abilities are enough to win first place?"

Now that his physical fitness has reached level 8, coupled with his perfected martial arts skills, Mo Hong feels full of confidence.

Afterwards, Mo Hong went to the martial arts training room.

He has already arranged for a Xuan-rank martial artist to be his sparring partner.

Mo Hong already knew that these were usually Xuan-rank martial artists who had no hope of breaking through to the King rank and served as technical sparring partners at the university. They could make appointments by paying a certain amount of Federal Coins.

Due to contractual obligations, Mo Hong can make one free appointment per week.

In addition, making an appointment will cost money.

Upon arriving at the pre-arranged martial arts room, Mo Hong saw a middle-aged man dressed in a black martial arts uniform as he entered.

Both of them put on heavy protective gear to avoid getting injured if they hit too hard during training.

"Young man, let's begin. I will suppress my physical strength to the same level as yours."

The middle-aged man picked up a long gun as a weapon and urged him on.

Mo Hong nodded, a serious expression appearing on his face.

The sparring partner he booked was named Zhou Tong, whose martial arts skills had reached perfection.

Mo Hong gripped the knife tightly, bent his legs slightly, and shot out.

The next instant, he appeared directly to Zhou Tong's right, and a blade silently slashed towards his neck.

"Well done."

Zhou Tong roared and used his arms to lift the spear. With a "sizzle", the weapons collided and sparks flew.

Suddenly, Zhou Tong's sword stance changed, and his spear, like a snake, pierced through Mo Hong's sword, directly aiming for Mo Hong's eyes.

Sensing the sharp edge before him, Mo Hong's expression changed. He dodged to the side and simultaneously flashed behind Zhou Tong, unleashing a powerful vertical slash with a heavy, sweeping force.

"Ok?"

Zhou Tong reacted instantly, turning around and wielding his spear like lightning, successfully repelling Mo Hong's knife, while three spear shadows thrust out simultaneously.

"Oshou Sword!"

Mo Hong's sword wind instantly became heavy, turning attack into defense. With each swing of his sword, he completely pierced and destroyed the spear shadows.

"Hmm? Perfect level?"

"Are you really a freshman?"

Zhou Tong was visibly taken aback when he saw Mo Hong's swordsmanship.

Mo Hong smiled, acknowledging the situation, and then said, "Brother Zhou, I'd appreciate it if you could raise your physical fitness to level 9. It's putting some pressure on me."

Upon hearing Mo Hong's words, Zhou Tong immediately smiled.

Despite being at the same physical level, Zhou Tong had always dominated his students, and there had never been a stalemate before. This was the first time.

I couldn't help but think that Mo Hong was too extraordinary.

"Good lad, you want pressure, huh? I'll give it to you."

After raising his physical fitness to level 9, Zhou Tong instantly turned the tide of the stalemate.

Mo Hong put up a tough fight, persisting for more than twenty moves before finally succumbing to defeat.

But even this shocked Zhou Tong immensely.

Mo Hong took a deep breath, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It seems we still can't win."

Hearing Mo Hong's words, Zhou Tong couldn't help but laugh and said, "Little brother, you're really funny. It's already exaggerated enough that you can exchange more than twenty moves with me, and you still think you can win?"

You have to understand, he was originally a Xuan-rank martial artist, so fighting against a third-rate martial artist was a dimensional advantage. It was actually a bit embarrassing that Mo Hong dragged it out for so long before he finally defeated him.

Since the sparring session was over, Zhou Tong left, but his tone towards Mo Hong was much gentler than before.

Clearly, Mo Hong's talent was something he wanted to befriend.

Mo Hong did not leave the training room immediately, but instead kept reliving his battle with Zhou Tong.

While the Devouring Points can enhance his martial arts skills, his actual application and combat ability still depend on his own accumulation.

After summarizing his combat experience, Mo Hong left the training room.

Although it's only the beginning of the semester, many training rooms are already packed.

Everyone is working hard.

After sighing to himself, Mo Hong returned to his dormitory.

After glancing at room number eight across the street, Mo Hong immediately stepped into his own room.

Since enrolling, he had hardly seen Su Ye and Shu Yuqing, guessing that they were also cultivating like crazy, actively preparing for the freshman test the day after tomorrow.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was time for the freshman test.

On this day, Mo Hong got up early and went to the Xuanzi Martial Arts Hall.

Each dojo has a dojo hall, where students are usually summoned for meetings when there are important matters.

The dojo is very spacious inside.

When Mo Hong went inside, he found that more than sixty people had already arrived, all of them looking energetic and spirited.

After all, those who come here are either geniuses who were admitted early or among the top 300 out of more than 3 million college entrance examination takers in the Southern Theater Command.

They are all geniuses who have emerged from the crowd, so they naturally have the confidence to back them up.

Mo Shan and another young male mentor stood on the high platform.

Once everyone was present, Mo Shan said, "Let's go to the freshman testing site."

Outside the dojo, there were more than a dozen large armored vehicles waiting.

After everyone boarded the vehicle, we set off.