There are six weeks left until the high school entrance exams.
Most students at this time are already reviewing their notes and filling in the gaps, going over the last bits of material.
The exams are divided into literary and martial exams.
Students studying Mysticism and wanting to attend Martial Arts School, like Baiyu, have to undergo both the literary and martial exams.
On the other hand, if one does not attend Martial Arts School and only attends an ordinary university, they merely need to pass the literary exam, which doesn’t cover Mysticism courses.
Ordinary people and Mysticism Cultivators are distinctly different.
Even though the East Prosperity Imperial fully develops Martial Artists and supports Martial Dao, most of society is still composed of ordinary people.
Baiyu received a notification from Erza, got up early, and prepared to continue cultivating Mysticism.
As soon as he stepped out of the residential area, he sensed a killing intent.
The sense of a Martial Artist is something mysterious, akin to the spirituality of the Extraordinary; the Martial Artist’s intuition is called Spiritual Sense.
Spirituality and Spiritual Sense are still under expert research, and it’s uncertain whether they truly exist.
It’s undeniable that communicating with those hidden entities requires reliance on Spirituality and Spiritual Sense.
Spirituality is most sensitive to these hidden entities, which is one of the reasons the Extraordinary can easily undergo aberrations compared to Martial Artists.
Baiyu scanned his surroundings.
There, at the corner of the passage ahead, were two red silhouettes squatting behind, seemingly planning to ambush him.
In addition, there were two others by the side door of the passage; it looked like they were a group.
This gang, it’s crazy to want those two hundred credits.
Their intent to get rid of me is unwavering!
Fortunately, with the Pupil of Chongming ability, the four were completely exposed in Baiyu’s eyes.
Baiyu walked over nonchalantly, and before the four could make a move, fists infused with surging Blood Qi had already them raining down.
"Myriad Beasts Battle Technique Seventh Form, Furious Bear Hundred Hits!"
The fists fell like raindrops.
The two by the side door were hammered out between them, while the two hiding in the corridor couldn’t escape the force of the punches either, spurting blood and stumbling backward.
"Did you really think I’m easy to bully?"
Baiyu retracted his fists and looked at the four.
Their phones were actually holding special nets and stun guns, clearly ready to play him to death.
Glancing at their uniforms.
People from Hoka City.
"Looks like eliminating only four of you yesterday wasn’t enough."
Baiyu walked over, ready to give them an unforgettable lesson.
But then, from the darkness, a giant man, built like a wall, slowly walked out.
"Those few were merely scouts, no need to be so harsh on them. Your opponent today is me."
The giant walked up close, his body like a mountain: "Hoka City, King Kong."
Picking up a stun gun from the hands of one lying on the ground: "Alright, I can let these four go, but they must taste the gadgets they brought."
Baiyu activated the stun gun, casually jabbing it into one of the big guys on the ground.
A violent electric current erupted.
The man’s body began convulsing uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, limbs twitching.
A murderous intent flashed across King Kong’s face lined with gray-white muscles, his gaze sharp.
But he didn’t say much.
These few wastes not only failed to ambush, but were also instantly knocked down by others, deservedly.
Carefully searching through them, Baiyu found that this gang really came prepared.
The stun guns weren’t even the most dangerous among them.
Things like knockout drugs and sacks, everyone had a set.
Plus a heap of jars and cans.
They didn’t seem like official cultivation medicines.
Baiyu poured it all down the throats of the four in one go, indifferent to its effects, since with Erza around, these guys would at most end up half wasted.
They wouldn’t die outright.
As a law-abiding good student, doing something like murder is impossible; defending himself was merely self-defense.
King Kong glared angrily, "Baiyu, we’re all students, is it necessary to go so far?"
"That’s what I wanted to say."
Baiyu clapped his hands, glancing at the four on the ground foaming at the mouth and out of their minds: "We’re all students, what were they planning with these things? Since they set me up, I’ll let them try it themselves. Not satisfied? Come on, let’s fight."
King Kong’s gaze grew cold, his breath stable: "I’ll be waiting for you at the Martial Arts Hall, if you don’t dare come, I will attack Linjiang City people every day."
He turned around, his broad figure disappearing into the corridor.
He was already heading to the Martial Arts Hall, and now that his opponent had come to him, he might as well take on the task.
Martial artists still speak with their fists.
"Knowledge is power, as a well-rounded, all-round developed, outstanding student, how could I fear someone who only trains in Ancient Martial Arts."
Baiyu shook his head.
Recently, he also learned that Hoka City and Linjiang City’s educational approaches were completely different.
Even within the same county.
There are still significant differences between cities.
For example, in Hoka City.
They told students interested in studying Mysticism about the Shelter starting in high school, and from the start, made Ancient Martial Arts the primary subject.
While Mysticism, which supports the worldview and spirit strength of Martial Artists, wasn’t valued as highly as Ancient Martial Arts.
Every year in Hoka City, there are students who exhibit aberrations, fall into delinquency, and use force to commit misdeeds.
Their Martial Virtue education is essentially zero.
This group is just a bunch of muscle fools, without virtue or ability.
The news of Baiyu and King Kong’s duel at the Martial Arts Hall spread like a hurricane through the ears of students in every school district.
Of course, Baiyu wouldn’t do such a boring thing.
So it’s obvious who spread the word.
Hoka City not only wants revenge for yesterday but also wants to make a name by stepping on Baiyu.
This is treating Baiyu and Linjiang City as a stepping stone.
In gaining those two hundred credits, they would undoubtedly become the number one city among the six.
Baiyu was pushed to the forefront by these two hundred credits.
And this indirectly indicates.
Hoka City dared to promote this news because they’re extremely confident in King Kong’s strength.
By the time Baiyu got to the Martial Arts Hall, it was already crowded.
Even more intense than yesterday.
Most of the students from the six cities were present, and many appeared who Baiyu hadn’t seen yesterday, but had strong Blood Qi and formidable presence.
A number of students from their respective districts gathered around these individuals.
King Kong sat right in the center of the Martial Arts ring, eyes closed, wearing a tight tank top, breathing rhythmically and steadily.
He had quite a presence.
Baiyu met the challenge with utmost seriousness.
A steady man doesn’t underestimate any opponent; even if the opponent is a musclehead, one cannot be reckless.
It is common knowledge that reckless people can counter skilled fighters.
Moreover, the opponent, as the leader of Hoka City, couldn’t possibly be just a reckless musclehead.
Most likely, he’s the cunning type, with a seemingly rough body that’s actually very refined.
Before Baiyu could step into the ring, a familiar figure leaning on a cane approached him, with a group of familiar faces from Linjiang City following behind.