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

On the morning of the third day, only nine people remained outside the turnstile, all of them girls.

"What do you think he'll look like when he comes out?"

"He must be very handsome."

"How do you know? What if it's just ordinary?"

"A person who can fight in a beast tide for days, even if he looks ordinary, has an extraordinary temperament."

"That makes sense..."

The apartment door opened.

The nine people outside the turnstile stood up at the same time.

They saw a figure standing in front of the window, backlit, so they couldn't see the face clearly, only the outline: broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, wearing a white T-shirt, with hair loose and hanging down over the shoulders.

Footsteps came from upstairs, from the stairwell, and from the corridor.

The door opened.

Song Chen walked out.

He seemed like a completely different person after just three days.

The tiny wounds on my face have completely healed, leaving no scars.

The dirt and bloodstains on the skin were washed away, revealing a healthy wheat color underneath.

My hair has been washed and is no longer clumped together; instead, it hangs loosely on my shoulders, the ends tinged with a light brown in the sunlight.

The clothes accentuated the well-proportioned muscle lines.

Those lines aren't the exaggerated, angular muscles you get from working out in the gym, but rather a smoother, more natural kind of line, like a stone polished by flowing water, with each muscle perfectly proportioned.

But what makes him most captivating is not his face, nor his physique, but his eyes.

The golden luster in those eyes was even deeper than it had been three days ago, like two golden flames compressed to their extreme.

When those eyes looked over, the nine people outside the turnstile simultaneously felt an invisible pressure—not murderous intent, not hostility, but a pure, overwhelming force of the strong over the weak.

This indicates that your Qi and Blood value is over 300.

After consuming the more than 200,000 kill points and three bottles of S-grade potions, Song Chen's blood energy reached 305 and his mental strength reached 246, effectively doubling his power.

Lin Shiyin stood outside the turnstile, nearly dropping the now-cold cup of coffee in her hand.

As she watched Song Chen walk out of the apartment building, psionic particles floated around him, his white T-shirt clinging gently to his body in the breeze. Only one thought crossed her mind: He looked a million times better than in the video.

In the video, he was covered in blood, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

But the man before me was like a god who had come down from the battlefield, cleansed of blood, yet still exuding a murderous aura.

Shen Bing stood next to the turnstile, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Song Chen walked to the turnstile and stopped.

He looked at the nine people outside the turnstile: seven girls and two boys, each with varying degrees of excitement and nervousness on their faces.

He had no idea how long they had been waiting there. For the past three days, he had been cultivating in his room, consuming spiritual energy and mental essence to adapt to the surge in his blood and mental power, without paying any attention to what was happening outside the window.

"You...were you waiting for me?" he asked.

The nine people nodded at the same time, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed.

Song Chen paused for two seconds, unsure of what to say.

Lin Shiyin stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of Song Chen.

She was a head shorter than him and had to look up to see his eyes. Sunlight shone on her face, and her eyes shone.

"Song Chen, my name is Lin Shiyin, a freshman in the School of Journalism. I've been waiting for you here for three days."

Song Chen looked at her without saying a word.

"I'm not here for an autograph, nor am I here to add you as a friend."

"I just want to say one thing to you. I've watched that video of you during the beast tide twenty times. Every time I watch it, I feel that there is still hope in this world."

After she finished speaking, she blushed, but her eyes did not dodge; she looked straight at Song Chen.

Song Chen paused for two seconds, then said, "Thank you."

Lin Shiyin smiled. Her smile was beautiful in the sunlight, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"You're welcome."

She turned and walked away, took a few steps and then looked back at him again before quickly disappearing at the end of the tree-lined path.

The remaining girls also came over one after another. Some said "Keep it up," some said "You're really amazing," and some said nothing.

Shen Bing was the last one. She walked up to Song Chen and extended her hand: "Shen Bing, junior, elite class. Good luck on the placement exam. I hope we'll have a chance to team up in the future."

Song Chen shook her hand. "Thank you."

The area outside the turnstiles was finally empty.

Song Chen stood there, looking at the empty tree-lined path, and paused for a few seconds.

Then he looked down at his hands, the same hands that were wielding swords, releasing lightning, and extracting life crystals from the bodies of third-tier alien beasts just three days ago.

Now, these hands have been held by a girl, by several people, and signed in a notebook many times.

He felt it was all very unreal.

But he didn't have time to think about these things; the placement exam was about to begin.

On the day of the class placement assessment, the central stadium of Tianhai University was once again packed to capacity.

Three days ago, an entrance ceremony was held here, where 50,000 people witnessed Song Chen stepping off the spaceship, wearing a first-class combat hero medal on his chest.

Three days later, in the same venue, with the same 50,000 people, they were waiting for the same person to make his second appearance.

The center of the stadium was transformed into an assessment area.

The lawn was removed and replaced by a circular field paved with alloy plates, 100 meters in diameter, with fine psionic patterns on the surface. This is a psionic absorption array that can quickly dissipate any blood and energy overflowing during the assessment, preventing injury to the spectators.

In the very center of the arena stood a two-meter-tall black instrument, the Qi and Blood Tester, the most advanced model in Tianhai City, capable of accurately measuring the Qi and Blood values ​​of martial artists within the third rank, with an error of no more than 0.1%.

On the east side of the venue was a row of judges' seats, where more than a dozen professors from the Martial Arts Academy and the Superpower Academy of Tianhai University were seated, including Han Zhongming, Qin Ruolan, and Zhou Heming.

On the west side of the venue was the waiting area for the contestants, where more than 3,000 freshmen sat. Some closed their eyes to rest, some stretched their muscles, and some kept drinking water because they were nervous.

The stands were packed with people.

In addition to parents of new students and citizen representatives, there were also several thousand senior students today, including sophomores, juniors, and seniors. They weren't there to watch the spectacle, but to see Song Chen.

The video of the admission ceremony three days ago went viral on the campus network, with views exceeding 100,000 within three days.

Keep in mind that Tianhai University has a total of less than 20,000 students.

Everyone's talking about the same thing: Just how good is Song Chen? Today, the answer will be revealed.

In the waiting area for the contestants, more than 3,000 new students sat in different sections.

When Song Chen entered the stadium, the sun had just risen above the top of the eastern stands, and the golden sunlight shone on the alloy field, illuminating the entire testing area.