You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 6 Please Try Class First Crown A

"Third place: Qian Cheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students who were not chosen all shuddered and subconsciously looked at Qian Cheng, who was standing behind Wang Guanjia and smiling with relief.

In terms of strength, he was naturally thin, a head shorter than Wang Guanjia, and his ancient martial arts and spear skills were not among the five men and two women, so he was considered top among the rest.

In terms of background, although he lived in a working-class area, he might not have saved more than a hundred thousand even if he emptied his family's savings, and he was almost at the bottom of the dozen or so students present.

In terms of talent, he is totally unqualified to be on par with Hu Yeye mentioned above.

Yes, he did work very hard. Every time he fell down in the past three days, he gritted his teeth and held on until the last one after the five men and two women. He never rested for long in basic training in the past, and was often drenched in sweat. But who among the students who have persisted until now did not endure it by lying down and sweating?

On what basis did Qian Cheng get the last spot?

Even the students who usually had a good relationship with Qian Cheng had their faces twitching at this moment, and the sound of their clenched fists was invisible.

We have been together for almost three years, isn't it clear what Qian Cheng is capable of?

Regardless of his own abilities, could Qian Cheng compare to Jiang Qiu who had just shown such impressive momentum?
What does he rely on!
Li Xueming and other classmates pursed their lips, held their breath in their chests, and their gums trembled slightly. Qian Cheng, who was smiling with his chest puffed out, looked even smaller behind the tall Wang Guanjia, like a mouse following a tiger!

"The list of candidates for Class 8 has been read out. Just wait for Director Zhao and the inspection team to check them out." Wu Shan's right eye was filled with joy as he scanned all the students present. He said calmly, "I selected all of you. I will show you to Director Zhao later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Guanjia and the other two stood out, each holding their heads high and with sharp looks in their eyes. After meeting Wu Shan's gaze, the accompanying students swallowed their saliva, loosened their fists and lowered their heads.

Bang, bang, bang!

His heart beat violently against Jiang Qiu's chest again and again. His eyes, as calm as deep pools, trembled blankly, and the gun in his right palm twisted slightly with a creaking sound.

I have already mastered the ancient martial arts spear technique, but the final spot is not mine?

Qian Cheng, what right does he have!
I just want to rely on my own abilities to strive for the best resources I can, get the job done, become an excellent student, and take the college entrance examination!
Wrong?

I was born into a poor family and have no resources to pave the way for myself, so I have to fight for my own way. Today I must get a leading position!

Take advantage of the opportunity to become famous!

As soon as he thought of this, a sound of "gnaw" rang out from the end of the wooden spear. The dull sound resounded throughout the training hall, like a stone falling into a pond, startling everyone's eyes. In an instant, everyone looked over. Jiang Qiu took a step forward, facing Director Zhao, holding the spear and greeting him: "Director Zhao, I think my shooting skills are okay. Can you please try the first place on the qualification list of our class eight - squad leader Wang Guanjia!"

"What?"

Li Xueming's eyes widened, and the breath that had sank in his chest was somehow lifted up again. The students also looked at him intently, and the short-haired girl who was also standing alone outside the crowd also clenched the gun and looked at Jiang Qiu. After the demonstration just now, no one doubted the ability of Jiang Qiu, the silent and lonely boy in the back row. No matter what reason he had developed such a sharp spear, no one under the crown armor dared to fight him!
But now, Jiang Qiu is questioning the qualification list of Wu Shan, the head teacher and warrior of Class 8, in front of Zhao Gongzheng, the director of the school's martial arts inspection department, and the one he wants to challenge is Wang Guanjia, the strongest in Class 8!

Even if he had only chosen two other people, it wouldn't be so worrying.

With this thought in mind, Li Xueming subconsciously glanced at Wushan, which stood like a mountain. The left eye of the stitched thread was buzzing and expanding, and the only right eye was as cold as a bead, with no expression on his face.

Gollum~
The sound of swallowing saliva one after another weighed on the chests of the students. Zhao Gongzheng carefully looked at the gun-wielding boy who stood out from the crowd, raised his nose slightly, and smiled with his lips pursed: "Classmate, what's your name?"

"Jiang Qiu."

There was a cold light in Jiang Qiu's eyes, as if a spear was about to thrust out, moving forward without turning back!
Including my previous life, I have lived for several decades. But how many days have I lived my life with my spine held high?
Even when I’m delivering food, I can still encounter shitty customers who give bad reviews even though the delivery time hasn’t expired. I still have to beg them to be kind and have pity on myself. It’s not easy to work!
In this life, I was born at the bottom of society and lived in a shantytown. I finally had the chance to turn my life around, but some dirty deal cut off my path!
Even if I could survive my entire life by practicing martial arts, I would not accept this list!

We must prove our reputation through battle!
"Okay, this competition requires my consent. If you can defeat Crown Armor, you will be the one to receive the spearhead!"

Feeling the unyielding spirit in Jiang Qiu's eyes, Zhao Gongzheng's heart resonated like a bell, and he immediately waved his hand in a loud voice, shocking the whole hall: "Who is Wang Guanjia? Step out and compete with this classmate Jiang Qiu!"

The unquestionable order hit Wang Guanjia's head. He frowned, pressed the tip of his gun on the concrete ground, and strode out with a sharp friction sound, like a tiger descending from a hill.

"Director Zhao, I'm the monitor of Class 8, Wang Guanjia."

As he spoke, Wang Guanjia was already standing facing Jiang Qiu. His raised chin never dropped at all, and anger shone through his eyes.

Because of a conflict with a student in Class One, not only was his father's application for his status as an outstanding student rejected by the higher-ups, he was also forced to learn martial arts in Class Eight, which had the largest number of students in the shantytown.

If it weren't for that damn guy, how could I have been in Class 8? You, a low-income student from the shantytown, are worthy of being in the same class with me?
You dare to challenge me!
Wang Guanjia pressed down on his horse stance, and the tip of the wooden spear trembled wildly, locking onto Jiang Qiu who was five steps away like a rattlesnake, with an imposing manner like a tiger looking down on a rat!
Seeing him so fierce and arrogant, Zhao Gongzheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. How could there be a student in an ordinary class who could master the basic ancient martial arts and spear techniques at this time?

Is he the one Jiang Qiu wants to challenge?

After a moment's hesitation, the two men were already facing each other. All the students present gathered around and watched with clenched fists. The fighting spirit was like a raging fire meeting a strong wind, irreversible.

Compared to Wang Guanjia's domineering aura, Jiang Qiu calmed down and slowly stepped forward, holding the wooden spear steadily across his waist. All his power was concentrated on the tip of the spear. At first glance, it seemed as if a young boy in plain clothes was fighting a sharp-fanged tiger alone, and the outcome was already decided.

The students, who had been holding their breath when they heard him shout out the five words "Class Monitor Wang Guanjia", couldn't help but feel their hair run cold and click their tongues when they saw the difference in momentum.

Why did I suddenly feel that Jiang Qiu, the orphan from the shantytown, had a chance of defeating Wang Guanjia, who secretly used medicinal bath resources to refine his body and learned ancient martial arts spear techniques early on?
Wu Shan, who was also watching at the moment, had a sullen face, his half-closed eyes pressed in front of his right eyeball, squeezing out a hint of sharpness.

Wang Guanjia's talent is acceptable. If he had joined the ranks of excellent students earlier, enjoyed better resources, and had received my teaching, he might have now completely understood the application of the ancient martial arts spear method - the tip of the spear can pierce armor!
Jiang Qiu should have just entered the class a few days ago, so it is impossible for him to be better than the current Wang Guanjia.
(End of this chapter)