Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 330 Wealth
At the main entrance, a chorus of "Holy crap!" echoed, like the croaking of frogs in a lotus pond.

"No, Brother Leng, this is so inhumane! How will Xihai Martial Arts University save face in the future?" Wei Hong changed his form of address for the first time.

Zhou Leng said, "I didn't want to either. I just wanted to finish off the ten of them and have lunch with Xu Qingjin. But they inexplicably got carried away and attacked me together. I had no choice but to fight back. On the way, I realized that Miller had probably just been there and defeated their top ten experts."

"Yes, we have video footage."

"Let me see it." Zhou Leng stopped in his tracks.

So some students used a magical wristwatch to play the video of Miller defeating ten opponents from various angles.

Zhou Leng looked at them carefully and said, "These ten... um..."

Zhou Leng really wanted to say, "It's no different from what I encountered," but then he thought better of it. Things had already blown up, so he decided to keep a low profile.

Students here are watching videos from Xihai Wuda University.

The entire faculty and students of Xihai Martial Arts University are wildly sharing videos of the main gate.

"Wake up, sleeping isn't allowed at the main gate..."

Wei Hong's mesmerizing voice echoed throughout Xihai Martial Arts University.

Watching the video, the teachers and students of Xihai Martial Arts University were extremely conflicted.

To be honest, Zhou Lenggang had just swept through his own school.

If Miller was unhappy, lying on the ground of Rucheng could be considered an indirect revenge for Xihai Wuda.

Everyone wondered how they had ended up owing Zhou Leng a favor.

The teachers and students who were not involved in the battle silently watched the more than 1,000 patients on the grass.

Teachers in their prime and innate stages went over and used their qi to heal the seriously injured person.

As soon as Zhou Leng left, they called all the hospitals in Rucheng for help.

Two or three hospitals might not be enough to accommodate them.

Conference room at Xihai Wuda University.

The school leaders looked at the large screen in front of them.

On the big screen, the grandmaster principal of Xihai Martial Arts University seemed to have aged five or six years overnight.

"The Divine Script Bureau has officially confirmed that the Divine Script Academy of Rucheng will be established at Ruda University."

The school leaders sighed and remained silent.

"Meeting adjourned. I'll rest in Xiongcheng for a day and go back tomorrow. Rucheng has been quite unsettled lately, so you all need to guard the school. The Divine Literature Academy is just an external thing; our teachers and students are the school's most valuable assets."

The large screen flashed and then went black.

Waaaaah... A convoy of ambulances drove by not far away.

The school leaders sat in the conference room, silent.

In the martial arts era, the sound of ambulances was common, and nobody cared.

"After the completion of the Divine Script Academy, with the allocation of resources from the Divine Script Administration, support from national policies, and an increase in enrollment quotas, it will probably break into the top 30 universities in the country, right?"

"Almost there. Next..."

Waaaaah... Another ambulance convoy drove by.

The school leaders, preoccupied with their own concerns, remained unconcerned and continued their discussion.

"If a major institution like the Divine Literature Academy makes a name for itself and increases its ranking weight, it could very well enter the top twenty, posing a threat to the ranking of our Xihai Martial Arts University."

"Don't worry about it. The Divine Literature Academy is not the decisive force. As the principal said, the most valuable asset of Xihai Martial Arts University is its teachers and students. It is far inferior to other universities."

"That's right. We..."

Waaaaah...

Even the slowest of the school leaders stopped, looked at each other, and hurriedly took out their magical wristwatches or advanced magical brains to search for unread messages.

Seeing Miller defeat ten opponents in a row, the school leaders frowned.

Upon seeing Zhou Lengyi dressed in a thousand-piece suit, the school leaders' blood pressure soared.

Upon learning that their teacher had been severely injured in one move, the school leaders felt their hearts and minds freeze.

Zhou Leng destroyed the most valuable asset of Xihai Martial Arts University.

Finally, when they saw Miller lying at the main entrance, the school leaders remained calm.

Some people were secretly observing a vice principal.

The vice principal in charge of admissions, Mr. Jiang.

His face was bluish.

One Miller is nothing.

Adding Zhou Leng to the mix doesn't make much difference.

Even if Zhou Leng defeats Miller, there is still a chance.

The failure to win the battle for the Theological Seminary was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Xihai Martial Arts University has suffered repeated defeats and humiliations, and someone must take responsibility.

He's the only one who can take the blame.

"Fate plays tricks on us," Vice Principal Jiang sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, a small trick in the admission process has caused such a big problem.

Such as large, advanced martial arts dojos.

The third and fourth-year students in the Body Refinement and Vitality stages stopped cultivating and silently looked at Zhou Leng and the parts scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Leng stood in front of a smoking, demonized weightlifting platform, lost in thought.

Just now, before I even used my full strength, this enchanted weightlifting platform, which is superior to the one in the class, exploded.

The upper limit is 90 tons.

From now on, you can no longer come to the advanced martial arts gym.

The only option is to go to the Xiantian Martial Arts Hall.

"Brother Leng is awesome..." Many third- and fourth-year students exclaimed.

Ji Changnian, who had only been cultivating here for less than a month, remained silent.

He didn't witness Miller being smashed into the ground, nor did he see Zhou Leng fighting a thousand men alone, so his first reaction was, "I don't believe it."

But now, he had to put in a lot of effort to take back the words "Brother Leng is awesome" that he almost blurted out.

Zhou Leng said seriously, "This demonized weightlifting platform is severely worn out, what a pity."

The martial arts students were both amused and exasperated; nobody believed them.

Only Ji Changnian nodded, thinking it was possible.

Zhou Leng stepped into the striking device and used his pure steel fist to strike his entire body, activating the highest level, number ten.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The others stopped practicing and stood by watching.

The impactor was set to its maximum power at level ten, but Zhou Leng remained motionless inside.

A short while later, a plume of black smoke rose up, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the martial arts hall.

"Brother Leng, stop using your supernatural powers."

One student quickly pressed the stop button. It can still be repaired now, but in a few minutes, it will be completely scrapped, just like the weightlifting platform.

Zhou Leng walked out with regret.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng, whose skin was slightly red.

There wasn't a single bruise.

Zhou Leng looked somewhat melancholy and slowly walked outside.

Today was a disappointment; I didn't get to enjoy the battle or the training.

The third and fourth-year students were puzzled.

“Strange, he had no luck from beginning to end. His body should be growing so fast during the growth phase.”

"Even with a resilient physique, it shouldn't be the case."

"Brother Leng is inhuman. I suspect he could take on five hundred Millers."

"Don't belittle people like that. Even if they are Eagle Alliance members, they should be given enough respect. A thousand of them."

Rugo Medical University Affiliated First Hospital.

On the hospital bed, Miller slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

This is where?

Why are there snowflakes falling in front of me?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

He was stunned for a while before he realized that he was injured and lying in the hospital.

But why did he get injured?

Miller remembered how he had single-handedly defeated ten opponents at Xihai Martial Arts University, full of confidence and determined to wipe out Quanru City, and then...

and then?
The memory has faded.

He tried hard to think, but everything that followed was like falling into darkness, and he couldn't find anything.

At that moment, two nurses in the ward were whispering to each other.

"I heard that the general surgery and orthopedics departments are extremely busy and are preparing to transfer staff."

"What's wrong? I've also noticed that things seem a bit chaotic today."

"It is said that more than a thousand people were injured at Xihai Martial Arts University, and our institute received two hundred wounded."

"What major incident has occurred? Could it be that Huang Meng's faction has made another move? We've only had some peace and quiet for less than a month."

"No, it's said he was injured in a fight. Zhou Leng, do you still remember Zhou Leng?"

"Of course I remember. After he came to our hospital, we didn't need to order meals for several days. We ate the food that other people gave him, including flowers and fruit."

"The more than one thousand people at Xihai Martial Arts University were all injured by Zhou Leng alone."

"Huh? He's joined the Huang-Meng school too?"

"Haha...you have a vivid imagination. I heard that he chose the West Sea Martial Arts University as his innate battle path, and then somehow, it became a big deal."

"Did Zhou Leng go to the hospital?"

"He wasn't hurt at all and went home a long time ago."

"I didn't expect him to be so amazing. But this guy named Miller in our ward is also very impressive."

"How did you know?"

"His head was smashed so deeply into the asphalt road that the ground cracked, but his skull wasn't fractured. He probably just had a severe concussion."

Upon hearing this, Miller felt his blood rush to his head.

I remember it now, I remember everything.

He remembered Zhou Leng pressing one hand to his face, and then the world went dark.

Miller became agitated, his brain became congested with blood, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness again.

At noon, Zhou Leng and Xu Qingjin had lunch together.

Passersby saw Zhou Leng and uniformly called him "Brother Leng".

Starting this morning, the way all teachers and students are addressed has changed.

Even some young teachers started calling it that.

Xu Qingjin didn't care about Leng Ge or Leng Ye; this was the first time the two of them had lunch together in the cafeteria in two months.

After finishing their meal, they found a secluded spot and chatted incessantly, whispering to each other.

We didn't get enough of chatting yesterday for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Xu Qingjin never talks about important matters.

"My mom kept nagging me all night the day before yesterday, talking about a friend's child..."

"Have you heard about the Divine Script Academy? They're planning to set it up at our university. The president of the Divine Script Association actually said he wanted to give up the presidency to me. How could I accept that? I refused..."

"Oh, by the way, I saw a patch of really pretty little flowers in a garden at Ruda University. I sent you a picture of them before. Come on, I'll take you to see them..."

Xu Qingjin led Zhou Leng to the garden.

Unfortunately, only withered flowers and weeds remain.

Xu Qingjin wasn't discouraged. She took out her phone and showed it to Zhou Leng, saying, "Luckily I took a picture. Look, this is it..."

“It looks good. You took a good picture too. This angle is very aesthetically pleasing…” Zhou Leng said.

"Really?" Xu Qingjin said with a smug look on her face.

"I took some photos when I was in the Arctic. Would you like to see them?"

"Let me see."

Zhou Leng took out the magical wristwatch, and the two approached each other to look at the photos.

Zhou Leng showed the photos while explaining them to Xu Qingjin.

Occasionally, WeChat message boxes would pop up on his screen, but Zhou Leng ignored them and only talked to Xu Qingjin about the process of the Natural Innate Battle Path.

"This is so beautiful..."

"Arctic foxes are so much fun, haha..."

"Send me this one, I'll use it as my phone wallpaper..."

After lunch break, Zhou Leng walked out of the large building. The Snow Mountain Wolf's car was outside, and he took various innate tonics from Zhou Leng's hands.

Some were gifts from Shen Jun, and some were gifts from the Ice and Snow Cult.

After putting away the pills, Zhou Leng went to the Martial Arts Mall to buy a Protective Pill.

Zhao Nandi gifted three Protective Pills.

The Bronze Warrior Formation rewards you with a Protection Pill.

Wang Boxiong applied for three Protective Pills from the Armed Forces Department.

I bought two more Guardian Pills, making a total of nine.

(End of this chapter)