Feng Wenhao said, "With Zhou Leng’s strength, as long as it’s against an opponent in the early stage of Blood Transport, there shouldn’t be a problem, right?"
"Then you underestimate Tian Wenhua’s connections. He might not be able to invite someone from Yunhua Jinjing, but what if he gets a master from the Top Ten Martial Arts? Or an experienced veteran who intentionally suppresses their Qi and blood to the early stage?"
"That would indeed be a troublesome matter," Feng Wenhao said.
However, Zhou Leng said, "As long as the opponent is in the early stage of Blood Transport, I really want to give it a try. Winning would be great, and losing would help me discover my own weaknesses earlier, which is also a good thing."
"You people who practice Extreme Martial Arts are all the same, no matter the outcome, it’s always a good thing," Xue Chengsong shook his head and said.
The group chatted for a while, laughing and joking, then after some sparring post-drinks, they dispersed.
Zhou Leng returned home, tested the door lock, found it unbroken, and turned to knock on the door of apartment 702.
"Uncle Li, I’m back."
"Come in and have a chat."
The two chatted for half an hour, then Zhou Leng tidied up his home a bit, before taking a night run to the Frost Giant Tree, getting ready to sleep.
The closer the battle gets, the more I need to make good use of this treasure of a place.
Walking through the forest, he saw Huang digging the ground with its back facing him.
"That acting is too sloppy..."
Zhou Leng thought to himself as he walked over.
"Woof..." Suddenly, Huang turned around, a new Golden Page in its mouth, looking at Zhou Leng with joy, tail wagging as it approached.
Zhou Leng cooperatively said, "Found another Divine Text Golden Page? Good job, Huang! Thank you, Huang! Thank you, Elder Tree!"
Zhou Leng gave it a quick look, same as the second page.
Most of it was translated into Chinese, with only the last sentence being the complete rotating Divine Text.
Zhou Leng hugged Huang and leaned against the Frost Giant Tree, reading the Divine Text.
This Divine Text wasn’t as profound as the second Chapter of the "Ten Reversed Beast Fist".
But it covered a lot of basic martial arts knowledge.
Almost half of it was knowledge Zhou Leng already knew, but the other half, not even the entire Human Race had fully researched.
For a cultivator of Extreme Martial Arts, it was like rain after a long drought, better than a wedding night.
Zhou Leng read intently, thirsty for knowledge.
"So, to truly cultivate Combat Awareness, you need to ’Observe the Heart’ and then ’Observe the Self’. Only then can it be effectively developed. The Five Volumes of the Eastern Monarch mentioned a similar concept but didn’t state it as clearly or systemically."
"By combining Martial Arts perception, Heart Texts Like Books, and Inner Vision as a Painting, I already have the qualification to start Observing the Heart, no wonder I can stay clear-headed in combat, turns out I stumbled on the right cultivation path by accident."
"Combat Awareness can be dissected into combat intuition and combat experience."
"Combat experience needs no explanation; it’s accumulated bit by bit."
"Combat intuition is a person’s instinctive choice."
"A few exceptional geniuses are born with combat intuition. But for almost everyone else, they have to continually fine-tune it as they grow, making it stronger..."
"Turns out Martial Arts Will can be cultivated using special methods, I’ve heard of this before, but it seems only Innate Grandmasters or Grandmasters can do it, usually requiring an extremely precious treasure, the ’Gate of Will’."
"However, the Golden Page mentions a treasure called the ’Gate of Purgatory’ that can temper one’s spiritual will, effective for both martial artists and other cultivators. Unfortunately, this kind of treasure must be incredibly rare, impossible for an Elementary Civilization to possess..."
The more Zhou Leng read, the more grateful he felt.
This content points the right direction for Martial Arts, even surpassed Innate and Grandmaster guidance.
This content, probably only taught by the Martial Saint sect, and not necessarily this clearly organized.
Online, there might be similar content, but it’s too chaotic and hard to discern and assimilate.
The Blue Star Humans have delved deeply into the physical aspect of Martial Arts through scientific research.
But research on Martial Arts Will and Combat Awareness is still in its early stages.
This requires a massive accumulation of time and resources, with no shortcuts.
Zhou Leng read several times and gradually realized that this set of Divine Text Golden Pages seemed tailor-made for him.
After a moment of thought, Zhou Leng, holding Huang, started talking about his recent affairs.
"After successfully advancing to Blood Transport, I sparred with some classmates. Sparring means..."
"I had an encounter with a small fry at the black market, I didn’t mean to hit so hard, but he was too aggressive..."
"Next, I might participate in a wager duel. I really want to test my skills against other experts of the same realm..."
"Once this wager duel is over, I’ll fully prepare for the joint entrance exams of the Eight City and Eighteen Schools..."
Huang listened eagerly, occasionally barking.
After the story, Zhou Leng studied the Divine Text, and mastered the second Divine Text completely.
Then, he began learning the third Divine Text.
The next morning, Zhou Leng first went for a run, then had breakfast in the cafeteria.
Entering the Martial Arts Dojo, all his classmates approached.
"I heard you’re going to a wager duel? Against the Five Tigers of Shuizhou?"
Zhou Leng immediately knew that it was the classmates who helped yesterday that leaked it, probably with the "I’ll tell you something, but don’t spread it" kind of situation, then one passes to ten, ten to a hundred.
"It’s just a negotiation, not necessarily a wager duel," Zhou Leng said.
"The whole Martial Arts Hall is talking about it, even Ruda’s side has started spreading it."
Zhou Leng shook his head helplessly, focusing on his cultivation.
Not far away, the class monitor Chang Luan pretended to be practicing, eavesdropping with his ears perked up.
Wei Hong shouted, "Class monitor, can Tao Bing come to school? I heard his leg is broken again. Should we pay him a visit as classmates?"
Some people chuckled softly.
Chang Luan’s face turned blue, reluctantly saying, "This time the injury is worse, at least two months bedridden."
"That’s such a pity."
At Rucheng Martial Arts Academy, on Shady Lane.
Cao Jiajia walked side by side with Xu Qingjin.
"I really didn’t expect, you’re that comrade of Zhou Leng from Demon City. When I first heard your name, I didn’t realize it was you, right after the school started..."
"When we had dinner yesterday, Zhou Leng was very concerned about you." Cao Jiajia glanced at Xu Qingjin.
Xu Qingjin blushed briefly, whispered, "We’ve always been classmates."
"Feng Wenhao said you two were childhood sweethearts."
Xu Qingjin lightly bit her lip, said, "Feng Wenhao and the others love to gossip, I’ll find them later... Actually, we’re not quite there yet."
Cao Jiajia secretly laughed, not teasing Xu Qingjin any further, said, "Zhou Leng’s strength is improving fast. Last night outside the food stall, I sparred with him, guess the score?"
"10 to 0. I didn’t even touch him once. If it were the first time going to Demon City, I would’ve beaten him badly."
"He’s become that strong? You’re the second in our class, only behind Ji Changnian, the first in the whole school. Even Ji Changnian can’t necessarily score a full 10 against you."
Cao Jiajia said, "Zhou Leng has immense potential, especially now having consumed more pills, his growth is rapid. His physique now is at least a size bigger than before."
"Indeed, every few days when I see him at Ruda, I always feel like he’s grown a bit bigger," Xu Qingjin said. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Cao Jiajia said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he’ll definitely surpass Ji Changnian in this monthly exam, becoming the first in Ruda."
"He certainly will!" Xu Qingjin said with a happy smile.
The two walked away, and behind a tree nearby stood a figure from the Martial Arts Academy.
The first at Ruda, Ji Changnian, ranked 135 on the Rucheng Freshman Chart.
Ji Changnian watched as the two figures drifted away, smiling lightly before leaving gracefully.
"Zhou Leng? Not even on my radar."
"Only the top tier of the Rucheng Eighteen Schools are my true rivals."
"I must enter the top echelon of the Eighteen Schools in this monthly exam, to draw attention!"
Ji Changnian laughed and left, brimming with confidence.