Baiyu never expected Qiong Jiu to be this powerful.
In that moment of stunned confusion,
Qiong Jiu suddenly became enveloped in layers of ice crystals, a terrifying chill spreading through the air, causing the blood flow in one’s limbs to slow and freeze.
A hundred-meter-long ice blade sliced down from the sky.
Baiyu was utterly crushed.
The round platform fell silent.
Baiyu reformed his body, awkwardly dispelling Qiong Jiu’s illusion.
Granny Qiong’s power is just too monstrous.
Old ginger is spicier.
Tier Four Martial Artist.
Already a Martial Arts Grandmaster, huh.
As long as Blood Qi breaks through 100,000 units, entering the Tier Three domain, one can immediately ascend to Extraordinary to Saint.
That’s simply unreasonable.
A Grandmaster teaching at Linjiang High School?
Baiyu doubted it and simulated strong figures like Jiang Gan, Pang Fei, and Allen he had seen.
Sure enough, Jiang Gan was the weakest...
"My current strength is between a Quasi-Martial Artist and a Tier Nine Martial Artist, clearly unable to use Mechanical Armament in the Dream Battlefield. If I want to complete the Vermilion Bird’s challenge..."
Baiyu awakened to initiate the challenge, considering how hard it would be to win three times.
If it’s too difficult,
he would immediately halt the Dream Battlefield’s time and exit, waiting until he cultivated to Ten-mile Slope Sword God before entering.
A thought of starting the challenge flashed in his mind.
On the round stage, mist suddenly rolled in, constructing a wooden man across.
The wooden man swiftly rushed up without hesitation.
Is this the opponent for the first challenge?
Baiyu dodged the wooden man’s attack, unleashing punches and kicks to counter swiftly.
Time passed by the minute.
Gradually, he figured out that the wooden man’s strength wasn’t high, comparable to Martial Artists with over two hundred units of power, but its skills were incredibly daunting.
The pressure was much greater compared to when Lin Shan used Cannon Fist on him, several times more.
"Okay, is the main purpose of the battlefield to train my close combat skills?"
Baiyu gradually realized.
It’s said that ancient Martial Artists each had formidable close-combat abilities. But then Spirit Techniques emerged, and Martial Artists devoted themselves to cultivating them, rarely honing innate physical combat power.
After all, Spirit Techniques were powerful, and once learned, they visibly strengthened you.
Understanding the battlefield’s purpose,
Baiyu no longer hesitated, completely letting loose, passionately fighting with the wooden man.
Baiyu exited the Nerd Space.
After fighting for two hours, he finally managed to bring down that exceptionally resilient wooden man.
And taking the first match in two hours was considered fairly standard.
Baiyu planned to rest today, as the opponents for the second and third matches would surely be stronger, not wanting to waste time.
"What the heck, how did you get bigger!"
As soon as he came out.
Baiyu saw Cang Yan soaking in the bathtub and was startled.
The portly hamster’s outline had grown thicker.
If before it was the size of a young Husky, now it was a fully grown Husky.
"Because I felt the surge of Blood Qi."
"Baiyu, next time you face a battle, I decide to personally intervene. It’s time for you mere mortals to witness my great power..."
Cang Yan stood at the edge of the bathtub, arms crossed, exuding the loner’s aura of an invincible expert.
"You’re planning to suffocate others?"
Baiyu rolled his eyes, turning to his room and fell asleep.
The Dream Battlefield consumes Spirit.
Tomorrow will start official training, needing to replenish Spirit thoroughly.
Baiyu awoke groggily, feeling a soreness throughout his body as if he’d fought three hundred rounds.
Yet his mind was enriched with many fighting techniques.
As if engraved into his bones, at his fingertips.
If before he fought mainly by ambushing, then now even in face-to-face battles, he wouldn’t be a pushover.
"Fighting in the Dream Battlefield not only tempers will but truly helps progress? As for the final rewards upon completion, they’re surely good stuff."
Baiyu suddenly felt that one hundred Points per Dream Battlefield access wasn’t so expensive.
can you become stronger without spending money?
Even Liver Emperors can’t match Pay Kings.
After eating breakfast made by Erin, Baiyu casually drove to the address sent by Qiong Jiu.
Their school courses had already ceased.
Students passing the exchange exam were divided into groups.
Led by appointed Masters, implementing small class teaching.
Crafting tailor-made teaching plans, ensuring over the next two months students achieve the best results in the college entrance exams.
Baiyu’s training location was the Armed Base.
Also known as the legendary Armed Department.
Responsible for clearing Exotic Beasts outside the city, maintaining city stability, possessing most Martial Artists and the strongest military force.
General Pang Fei, is Linjiang City’s highest leader of the Armed Department.
Baiyu glanced at the teaching arrangement.
Qiong Jiu is his Spirit Technique instructor, Pang Fei in charge of combat training, followed by a series of courses like basic Magic Elixir, basic Spirit Technique, Exotic Beast identification.
These undoubtedly are advanced versions.
Not those taught in high school classrooms.
Arriving outside the Armed Department.
Baiyu swiped his card, coincidentally encountering Lan Ziyue, Xiang Yu, Qianren, also training there.
Just that everyone’s training grounds differed with distinct Masters and items.
"Oh right, where’s Feng Yuan?"
Baiyu looked around, but Feng Yuan seemed absent.
"Seems like he has mental issues undergoing psychological treatment, you know... That Ghost-faced Race thing caused him severe trauma."
The usually bold Xiang Le sighed.
Baiyu remembered, about the agent dragged out above Ika Erza, disguised as Feng Yuan’s girlfriend.
Thinking this way... it’s indeed quite tragic.
"Senior Bai, your Blood Qi... did it break through a hundred sixty units?"
Oda Qianren beside showed a face of surprise.
everyone instantly focused on Baiyu.
Then found his entire body pulsating with Blood Qi, much more robust than two days prior, clearly the sign of a recent breakthrough.
"Yesterday I trained in my sleep, and broke through overnight."
Having just broken through, the Blood Qi couldn’t be concealed, being noticed is understandable.
"You were just at a hundred sixty units the day before, won’t this practice cause bodily explosion."
Xiang Le was faintly startled by Baiyu’s cultivation speed.
Are you sure you’re not a mutated organism?
Yet the nearby silent Yue Zian, with bloodshot eyes, flashed a glint:
"Indeed... you’ve indeed been cultivating in your dreams!
I’ve been researching for some time on how to surpass you.
Didn’t expect you’d already reached this level."
He pushed up the glasses on his nose, brimming with confidence:
"But I’ve already explored a half-awake state of cultivation, soon I can master the technique of dream training."
"Yue, are you sure you don’t need to see a psychologist?"
Baiyu wore a strange expression.
You’re not really going to train while sleeping, are you?