High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 34 Monthly Exam

Night is deep.

The dormitory area of ​​Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School has shed the hustle and bustle of the day and is immersed in tranquility.

The lake reflected the dark purple moon in the sky, its surface shimmering like a flowing black silk ribbon studded with diamonds.

In the living room of dormitory 402, only the low hum of the energy circulation system could be heard.

Qin Feng sat in his room, the pale blue light projected from his desk illuminating his calm yet resolute face.

On the other end of the screen was the familiar and kind face of his father, Qin Dahai.

"dad."

Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement unique to young people, "I've made great progress this month."

He made no mention of the bloody battle that nearly exhausted him, nor of the desolation of Gamma-7 and the grotesque nature of the Greenskins.

Saying these things will only increase my father's worries, who is thousands of miles away.

He only selectively shared the progress he had made over the past month.

"My vitality index, which I just measured today, has reached 3.01. I've also learned a killing technique called 'Thousand Army Spear,' and I've almost mastered it. My teacher said I have good comprehension."

"3.01?"

On the other end of the phone, Qin Dahai, who was wiping his old military knife, suddenly stopped.

He looked up, and his usually calm eyes suddenly lit up with an irrepressible gleam of surprise.

"Okay! Okay!"

He said "good" twice in a row, his voice much calmer than when he heard 1.23 last time, but the joy from the bottom of his heart was not diminished at all. "It's only been a month, and you're already almost catching up with those geniuses who have been given resources since childhood. I knew it, my son is the best!"

He looked at his son in the light screen. His face, which still had a touch of childishness, had become as steady and resolute as a rock after being baptized by blood and fire.

Qin Dahai had been to the battlefield.

and so……

He could tell at a glance that Qin Feng had killed someone.

They've killed quite a few.

Only those who have experienced life and death possess this subtle, almost imperceptible quality.

Qin Dahai's heart clenched.

However, he also knew that the path of a martial artist was full of killing intent and bloodshed. It was actually a good thing that his son could experience killing from school, which was better than him becoming a hothouse flower.

Since you've chosen the path of a martial artist, the sooner you experience battle, the better!
"The monthly exam is tomorrow, don't feel pressured, just do your best."

Qin Dahai gently comforted him, "Son, Dad is proud of you!"

"Ok, I know."

Qin Feng nodded, then changed the subject, asking, "Dad, how have you and Uncle been lately? Is work going well?"

When this was mentioned, Qin Dahai's face broke into a genuine, relaxed smile.

"good, very good."

His voice carried a hint of emotion that even he himself didn't notice, "Thanks to you, your uncle and I are much more relaxed now."

"I've been transferred to the Logistics Management Department as the director. I no longer have to deal with those monster corpses on the front line. All I do every day is look at reports and sign documents. The work isn't tiring, and the salary is high."

"Your uncle, he was incredibly lucky."

Qin Dahai's smile widened. "He was spotted by the factory and transferred directly to the Power Armor Design Department as an assistant. Right now, he's studying 'Advanced Power Armor Structural Engineering' day and night under a master craftsman, and he doesn't even have time to call me. He said that in a few months, he'll take the advanced technician exam, and if he passes, his monthly salary will be 100,000 Imperial Credits!"

100,000 Imperial Coins!
This number surprised even Qin Feng.

That's almost equivalent to the entire annual income of an average middle-class family.

"Great."

A genuine smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Only when his family is doing well can he pursue the path of a powerful being that leads to the stars and the sea without any worries.

The father and son chatted for a few more minutes about everyday things, and after reminding each other to take care of their health, they hung up the phone.

The room returned to silence.

Qin Feng glanced at the digital clock on the wall; there was still half an hour until his break at nine o'clock.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned off the room lights, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began his daily, unwavering spiritual practice.

The Emperor's Meditation Method.

He skillfully emptied his mind and began to visualize the eternal emperor, clad in golden armor and reigning over the universe, in his own dark mental world.

That familiar, boundless, and supreme majesty descended once more.

Qin Feng kept his mind focused, using his will, which had become much stronger after a month of tempering, to fight and hone himself.

This process was silent and stealthy, yet extremely dangerous.

Every confrontation is like a fierce battle of wills on a mental level, which is extremely exhausting.

Half an hour later, when he slowly opened his eyes, he felt a sudden emptiness in his mind, as if he had just finished a 10,000-meter race and was exhausted.

He brought up the panel.

[Emperor's Meditation Method (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 9/10]

The proficiency level remains at nine; I'm still just one step away from mastering it.

In the past month of practicing the "Emperor's Meditation Method," the increase in proficiency has been as slow as a tortoise's pace.

Unlike body-training methods and killing methods, where you can see clear rewards as long as you put in enough sweat and effort.

Cultivating spiritual power is more like a slow and steady process, requiring daily persistence and a fleeting, elusive moment of inspiration.

But Qin Feng was not discouraged by this.

The more difficult the road, the more magnificent the scenery at its end.

The Emperor's Meditation Method, this fundamental technique named after the empire's supreme powerhouse, is far more powerful than it appears.

He put away the panel, stopped thinking about it, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Physical and mental exhaustion intertwined, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, at five o'clock sharp.

The sky remained a deep, inky blue, while the dazzling lights of the Qiming core area outlined a golden silhouette on the distant horizon.

Qin Feng's biological clock woke him from his slumber with perfect precision.

He silently got up, washed up, and changed into his training clothes.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without making a single unnecessary sound.

When he knocked on Qian Duoduo and Shi Potian's door, the two opened their doors at almost the same time.

After a month of getting to know each other, the small trio in dormitory 402 has developed a tacit understanding that needs no words.

The three of them walked out of the dormitory building together and headed towards the teaching building in Building 7 of Area C.

The campus was quieter than usual in the early morning.

Perhaps it was because yesterday's fierce battle had exhausted too much energy, or perhaps it was because today was the first monthly exam and we needed to conserve our energy.

When they arrived at the huge martial arts room of Class 3, Grade 1, they found it more empty than any other morning.

On the vast field, besides the three of them, there were only three or four other figures, sweating profusely in their respective areas.

Those nearly ten figures who appeared here with them on the first morning are absent today.

Perseverance is always the simplest yet most difficult word on the path of martial arts.

Many people can stick to it for a day, a week, or a month.

But to truly distinguish between the strong and the mediocre is to persevere, day after day, for decades, regardless of wind or rain, and to integrate this tedious and arduous practice into one's very being, making it a natural part of life, like breathing.

Just like today,
Perhaps because of yesterday's fierce battle, or perhaps because of today's monthly exam, none of the others got up early, except for Qin Feng's dormitory, where they insisted on getting up early to practice.

Without much thought, Qin Feng walked to his familiar corner, slowly assumed a stance, and began his daily body-tempering practice.

Sweat quickly soaked his forehead and slid down the contours of his resolute face.

The muscle soreness arrived as expected, like an old friend.

He was immersed in this ultimate control over his body, enjoying each increase in strength and each breakthrough of his limits.

Time slips away quietly in the monotonous repetition.

At 8:00 AM sharp, when Qin Feng finished the last round of body-tempering training, the door to the martial arts room was pushed open, and the other students began to walk in one after another.

When they saw Qin Feng and his two companions, who were already drenched in sweat in the center of the field, their eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions—admiration and self-deprecation.

"Three lunatics."

"No wonder he has such great strength."

"That's insane. A self-discipline maniac."

"..."

The exam officially began at 8:30.

Today's proctor is the same old man with the goatee who praised Qin Feng's marksmanship in the principal's office.

His name is Gu Yue, and he is one of the martial arts teachers at the school, specializing in marksmanship.

He walked into the classroom, his gaze sweeping across the room. When he saw Qin Feng in the last row, a barely perceptible look of appreciation flashed in his always squinting eyes, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

The exam in the morning was a comprehensive exam for humanities subjects.

The exam papers were sent to each person's terminal in the form of electronic data.

The content covers four major subjects: "A Comprehensive History of Empires", "Advanced Alien Languages", "Theory of Interstellar Warfare", and "Basic Theory of Psionic Power".

The questions are tricky and the knowledge points are dense, far beyond the basic education of junior high school.

But for Qin Feng, it wasn't considered difficult.

He is mentally mature and has an amazing memory. In the past month, he has never relaxed his studies in academic subjects.

In two hours, he wrote swiftly and calmly completed all the questions.

The comprehensive martial arts test began at 1 p.m.

The test consists of two parts: physical training exercise assessment and hard index testing of physical data.

The students took turns going up to practice the "Imperial Body Tempering Method (Beginner)" that they had been practicing for the past month.

When it was Qin Feng's turn, he walked to the center of the arena, took a deep breath, and performed the entire body-tempering technique in one go.

His movements were standard, fluid, and full of power and beauty. His blood and qi flowed smoothly without any stagnation, which drew frequent nods from the goatee-wearing teacher beside him.

After the drill, the most direct data test will take place.

"Qin Feng, vitality index test."

Qin Feng stepped into the familiar silver "giant egg" testing machine.

A dozen seconds later, the numbers froze.

Vitality Index: 3.01

This number, while not ranking in the upper-middle range among the thousands of freshmen in the entire first year of high school, is more than enough to move from the bottom of the class to the lower-middle range.

Next up was a test of punching power and speed.

"Punching power test, begin!"

Qin Feng walked to the testing device, took a deep breath, exerted his strength from his waist, and delivered a standard straight punch, slamming it hard into the punching bag.

1602 KG

"100-meter sprint, get ready!"

He stood at the starting line, and as the signal was given, he shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

Final time: 7.98 seconds

When the data was released, the entire room fell silent once again.

A vitality index of 3.01 is still within many people's expectations.

Therefore, the punching power and speed, which far exceed his own index level, are enough to show that his application of power and explosive skills have reached a very high level.

Simply put, it means having a high level of skill in killing techniques and strong self-control!
(End of this chapter)