"Teacher Qiong, it seems your student really is a... freak."
In the lounge, Xu Jin was utterly convinced.
This kind of student isn’t simply taught by teachers, nor can an ordinary student catch up just by hard work.
Effort might get you to a certain height, but beyond that height, talent becomes the ceiling of your development.
Baiyu’s talent almost crushes all the peers present.
"Actually, we didn’t expect these death row inmates to be so dedicated. In previous years, they would just go through the motions, but this time they surprisingly put in effort."
Qiong Jiu looked puzzled.
The training difficulty she and Pang Fei had arranged wasn’t supposed to be this high at all!
Originally, she wanted to stop it, but found that Baiyu surprisingly persisted, so she held a wait-and-see attitude while watching for three days.
"Teacher, let’s go. Starting tomorrow, I’m planning to intensify my training and aim to concoct the Tier Nine Magic Elixir."
Lan Ziyue’s eyes lit up with determination. Baiyu’s strong-willed perseverance didn’t dampen her confidence but instead filled her with more passion.
"Hmm, even if Blood Qi Martial Combat isn’t this guy’s match, the high exams test more than just that. Excelling in other areas can also work."
Xu Jin’s face broke into a smile, encouraging his favored student.
Whether it’s talent, temperament, or effort, Lan Ziyue is the best student Xu Jin has ever taught.
However, facing a freak like Baiyu, it’s likely she won’t surpass him easily.
As a teacher to his students, it’s impossible to say discouraging things.
Seeing his students being inspired by Baiyu’s fighting spirit brought him more joy. The resentment from being duped by Qiong Jiu over Living Iron also dissipated significantly at this moment.
That kid on the big screen wasn’t as annoying as he initially seemed.
It seems this guy is quite handsome too.
Having a pleasing look easily catches attention and engenders goodwill.
He kind of reminds me of my own unremarkable appearance in my younger days...
He’s a bit lacking when compared to my younger self.
Xu Jin slightly nodded to himself, his smile gradually freezing as he gazed at the Living Iron Short Blade in Baiyu’s hand... Could this guy have colluded with Qiong Jiu to scam us teachers?
"Teacher, I also need to increase my training. Studying ten hours a day feels like a waste of life."
Xiang Le had a serious expression.
When someone more talented than yourself works that hard, what right do you have to slack off?
Becoming a Martial Artist is a goal Xiang Le and others have been pursuing since childhood.
Whether it’s to ensure a better life in the future or to possess the power to protect themselves in this world, they all need to work hard.
The top students from various schools all felt the flames of endeavor rise in their hearts.
If the fires had already been lit earlier, Baiyu’s presence now fueled them to their maximum.
All the teachers nodded with satisfaction.
Their sacrifices of Living Iron weren’t in vain; at least Baiyu managed to inspire everyone.
Martial Artists must compete!
At the same time, their impression of Baiyu also improved considerably.
A student of such tenacity and strong will truly deserves respect.
Students and teachers from various schools gradually left.
Pang Fei, with slightly reddened eyes, sat before the monitoring station in the lounge, staring intently at the screen where Baiyu was engaged in a death struggle with two prisoners.
Both of them had Blood Qi around 180 calories each.
With the Living Iron Blade in hand, Baiyu could hold his ground against two, but given the duo’s rich combat experience, danger was still imminent.
"General Pang, Teacher Qiong, you two should get some rest."
"You’ve both gone four days without sleep. Not even Iron Men endure this, and there are many cases waiting for you to handle. Our brothers are watching here, and there’s a rescue team on standby at the forest’s edge, so nothing should happen."
Baiyu’s former survival guide coach, Chang Fu, advised.
The other staff in the lounge also chimed in agreement; the two indeed hadn’t closed their eyes in four days.
Their condition was dire.
Even though a Martial Artist’s spirit is far stronger than that of ordinary people, staying awake for four days and nights and focusing intensely on one matter is unbearable for Iron Men as well.
"Chang Fu, Qijie, you two keep an eye here. If any problem arises, ensure Baiyu’s safety immediately."
"Based on recent days’ situations, not many in the forest could harm him, but caution is still needed."
Pang Fei instructed his subordinates before exiting the lounge to find a place to sleep.
Both were veterans of the Armed Department, meticulous and error-free, with decent capabilities.
Pang Fei felt reassured leaving it to them.
Soon after, Qiong Jiu also couldn’t hold on and left.
With the Armed Department’s surveillance and security, as long as there weren’t internal problems, Baiyu’s safety wasn’t of grave concern. It was up to him to see how much he could gain from these few days of arduous training.
There were still about six Armed Department staff members in the lounge, tasked with monitoring and fine-tuning the forest camera equipment.
Chang Fu and Qijie officially took over the monitoring work in the lounge.
Although termed a lounge, almost all forest surveillance was conducted there, making it one of the few rooms in the Armed Department using electronic equipment.
The monitoring screen display couldn’t operate simply on steam.
Time ticked by bit by bit.
The night grew deep, quickly reaching midnight, with neither Pang Fei nor Qiong Jiu returning.
"Qijie, I can’t hold on much longer. I plan to take a nap first. Can you handle the first half of the night? I’ll take over in the second half."
Chang Fu said, a bit drowsily.
Qijie nodded: "With this many people around, no big problems should arise. Rest assured and sleep, just remember to relieve me in the second half."
"Alright, thanks for your hard work."
Chang Fu chuckled, opened the iron door, and walked out.
Seeing that the other hadn’t returned, Qijie in the lounge stared at the screen, noticing Baiyu, exhausted and sleeping on a tree. In a quiet moment, he crushed a small glass bottle in his pocket.
The entire glass bottle began to disperse a scent that was imperceptible.
As if in a Simulation Realm, undetectable.
But the circuits being corroded sparked with crackling sounds and electronic sparks at that moment.
The monitors in the lounge quickly dimmed.
The staff shouted instantly.
"Quick, inspect it! A line must be down."
The people in the lounge stood up immediately.
"Everyone, calm down. It’s just a surveillance failure. Quickly send someone for repairs, inform General Pang, hurry, move fast!" Qijie instructed calmly, organizing the surroundings and notifying Chang Fu.
Learning of the surveillance failure.
Chang Fu rushed to the lounge, shocked at the pitch-black screens on all four walls.
How could surveillance suddenly fail?
Meanwhile, in the forest, the breaking of a twig in the crow’s pocket jolted him awake.
"After waiting four days, it’s finally here."
"After killing this kid, as long as I hold out for two months, I can get out. Even fleeing to the Shelter to become an Exotic Beast Hunter is better than staying in this hellish place!"
The crow clenched his fist, feeling the explosive strength within his body.
Although he couldn’t maintain his peak state due to the need to take suppressant medication weekly, as a man who once reached the peak of a Tier Nine Martial Artist, an attack with Blood Qi exceeding nine hundred calories was more than enough to kill a kid who wasn’t even a Martial Artist.
The limit for a Tier Nine Martial Artist is one thousand calories of Blood Qi, enough to punch through a solid tree.