High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Song Chen walked along the tree-lined path in the East District, where it was as quiet as another world.

Tall plane trees lined both sides of the road, their leaves rustling in the afternoon breeze.

The dappled shadows of the trees fell on the ground, on his shoulders, and on the scabbard of the Thunderclap Blade on his back.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a bright patch of light at his feet.

He walked along the tree-lined path for two minutes and stopped in front of a three-story building.

Gray brick walls, dark green window frames, a small lawn by the entrance, a sweet osmanthus tree growing on the lawn, and tiny petals scattered on the stone bench under the tree.

A bronze plaque hangs on the building entrance: "Visiting Scholar Apartment".

He went inside, found his room, the one at the very back on the first floor.

The door is an electronic lock, and the information recorded is his blood and qi characteristics.

Place your palm on the recognition area, the lock makes a soft click, and the door opens.

The house is quite large, but the facilities are very basic.

There was a sofa, a coffee table, and a bookshelf in the living room. The bookshelf was empty, with no books at all.

The bedroom contains a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

The bathroom mirror was sparkling clean, and the faucet was new.

Next to the living room is a small door. Pushing it open leads to a room of about fifty square meters, completely empty. This is the private training room.

The ground is covered with shock-absorbing pads, and the walls have a psionic energy-absorbing coating, so you can practice your swordsmanship here without worrying about hurting others.

Song Chen put his backpack on the sofa, his black briefcase on the coffee table, and leaned the Thunder Blade against the sofa armrest.

He sat on the sofa for a while, looking at the ceiling.

There is a ceiling light with a white lampshade covered with a thin layer of dust.

It's quiet now, finally quiet.

He lowered his head and looked at the medal on his chest.

He reached out and took the medal off, placing it on the coffee table.

The medal made a slight rustling sound on the wooden coffee table, then lay there quietly, reflecting the sunlight from the window.

He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

The scene from just now flashed through my mind: hundreds of people surrounding him, calling his name, asking for his autograph, asking him to add them as a friend, asking him to dinner, and asking him to go on a date.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

Song Chen opened her eyes and looked at the gold bank card and black briefcase on the coffee table.

Three hundred million in cash, three S-grade Qi and Blood Essence, and one A-grade combat suit.

These are part of the medals, rewards, compensation, or "usage fees."

Zhou Wangyue made it very clear that he is a role model, a benchmark, and the person in the eyes of more than 3,000 new students.

He felt neither angry nor grateful; he just felt a little tired.

It's more tiring than chopping down strange beasts on the wall for two days and two nights.

He then opened his backpack, which was filled with life cores of third-tier beasts. There were so many that he didn't want any of the ones below the third tier.

These crystal cores should fetch several hundred million if sold.

Song Chen immersed his consciousness into the storage space, which he hadn't studied properly before.

It's quite large inside, about six cubic meters.

With a tap of his finger on the backpack, all the crystal cores were put into the system's storage space.

Song Chen then stood up and went into the bedroom.

There's one more thing he needs to do: let his parents know he's safe. He's been too busy lately, and he doesn't want his parents to worry.

He took out his phone and dialed that familiar number.

The call was quickly connected, and my mother's somewhat anxious voice came from the other end.

"Xiao Chen? You've arrived in Tianhai?"

"Um."

"Nothing happened, right?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing, I'm fine."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

Suddenly, my mother's voice took on a sob.

"You said it was nothing, but the garrison commander's men came to our door, saying you received the Tianhai City First-Class Combat Medal... They said they would give us both a bonus and hang a plaque for our house."

Song Chen rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

He hadn't expected Anning City to react so quickly, so he just explained slowly.

"Mom, let me explain..."

……

The phone call lasted for an hour before it ended.

Song Chen rubbed his temples wearily, then closed his eyes.

Although I had rested before, I am still very tired.

Song Chen fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up, it was already dark.

The room was dark, with only the moonlight and the faint glow of psionic particles seeping in through the gaps in the curtains, casting pale silver spots on the floor.

He sat up, leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and recalled what Zhou Wangyue had said: three days later, the martial arts placement exam would take place.

Song Chen picked up his phone from the bedside table and opened the Tianhai University's internal system.

His student account was activated after the daytime enrollment ceremony.

The interface on the screen is so simple it's almost cold; there are no fancy background images, no cool animations, just a white background, black text, and a row of blue function menus.

He opened the class assignment instructions.

Tianhai University doesn't have the fancy "departments" that are common in ordinary universities.

There is no Department of Business Administration, no Department of Computer Science, and no Department of Foreign Languages.

Students at Martial Arts University only need to do one thing: become stronger.

Become stronger by any means necessary: ​​cultivate your qi and blood, hone your combat skills, awaken your special abilities, and accumulate practical experience. Nothing else matters.

But becoming stronger requires resources. Spiritual energy cultivation rooms, high-grade pills, top-tier cultivation techniques, and guidance from renowned masters—these things are not free, nor are they distributed equally.

The school divides freshmen into three levels based on their abilities and potential: regular classes, elite classes, and gifted classes.

Regular students receive the lowest level of resource allocation, two hours of access to the spiritual energy cultivation room per week, basic pills are distributed monthly, and public courses are taught in large classes.

The elite class receives three times the resources of the regular class, has a six-hour psionic training room every week, receives intermediate-level pills monthly, and is taught in small classes with dedicated instructors.

The gifted class receives five times the resources of the elite class, has unlimited time in the spiritual energy training room, can apply for top-grade pills as needed, has a one-on-one mentorship system, and can also have priority in participating in various special projects of the school.

The gap is enormous.

However, class assignment is not determined by a single exam. The school implements a dynamic class assignment system, and students will move between classes after a comprehensive assessment at the end of each semester.

The top students in the regular class can be promoted to the elite class, the top students in the elite class can be promoted to the genius class, and the bottom students in the genius class will be demoted.

Song Chen turned off the class assignment instructions, leaned against the headboard, and stared at the ceiling.

Gifted Class.

He silently repeated those three words to himself, having already decided to enter.

It's not because he needs those resources; he has a system where kill points can be exchanged for anything.

Rather, it's because a platform is needed. The students in the genius class are the most outstanding group at Tianhai University. Various special projects of the university, such as field combat training, high-level alien beast hunting missions, and inter-school exchange competitions, will prioritize the selection of students from the genius class.

These projects mean more monsters, more battles, and more kill count.

He put down his phone and glanced at the time.

It's 11 p.m. The tree-lined avenue in the eastern district outside the window is pitch black. The streetlights were turned off at 10 p.m., a rule of the visiting scholars' apartment complex, to ensure the quality of rest for the scholars.

The building was so quiet it seemed no one lived there; the next room was empty, and there seemed to be no one upstairs either.

The osmanthus trees rustled in the night breeze, and occasionally the chirping of insects came from the direction of the lawn.

Nobody seems to care about me anymore.

Song Chen got out of bed and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

The wooden floor, with its cool touch, came up from the soles of his feet, which made him more alert.

He walked into the living room, picked up the Thunderclap Blade from beside the sofa armrest, and placed it on the coffee table.

The cracks on the blade were clearly visible in the moonlight. The blade looked dusty and grayish, as if it were covered in a layer of ash. It had been severely damaged in the previous battle, but it was still barely usable.

He also took the black briefcase, opened it, and three bottles of deep blue S-grade Qi and Blood Essence flowed slowly in the transparent tubes, emitting a faint glow.

These are good items, but before that, he needs to spend his kill points.