High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 60 Treating Everyone Equally

The light screen inside the martial arts room slowly dissipated.

The execution file bearing the emblem of the Imperial Court of Justice, along with the striking scarlet word "execution," had vanished.

But the shock it brought was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on the hearts of every student.

The entire martial arts room remained shrouded in a heavy silence, a mixture of shock, confusion, and deep thought.

Wu Shangfeng didn't give them much time to digest and discuss it.

He raised his hand and tapped his wrist-mounted device; a new list appeared before him.

"Now, the performance points rewards for this combat mission will be announced."

His voice pulled everyone's thoughts back from the distant planet Purgatory-IV and the iron-fisted rule of the Imperial Inquisition to reality.

GPA.

This is the most crucial and coldest number that determines how many resources they can obtain at Qiyi High School in the future and how far they can go.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

"Qin Feng."

Wu Shangfeng read out the first name.

He paused, his sharp gaze falling on Qin Feng.

"Outstanding performance in battle, slaying the leader and turning the tide. Original reward: 100 points."

Upon hearing this, a murmur of gasps rippled through the crowd.

100 points, which is almost three times the highest reward from the last Gamma-7 planetary mission.

However, Wu Shangfeng's tone immediately shifted.

"However, because he wavered and hesitated at a critical moment, the tactics were broken and his teammates were put in danger, which was a major mistake."

"According to Article 17 of the Qiming First Martial Arts High School Practical Combat Regulations, 50% of his performance points will be deducted. In the end, Qin Feng will receive a performance points bonus of 50 points for this practical combat mission."

This result stunned many students.

From 100 points, it was cut in half to 50 points.

This punishment is undeniably severe.

However, Qin Feng, the person involved, showed no surprise or dissatisfaction on his face.

He stepped forward again and bowed slightly to Wu Shangfeng on the podium.

"Student Qin Feng has no objection."

Qin Feng's voice was calm.

Merits are merits, and faults are faults.

He accepted it readily and decisively.

Wu Shangfeng nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the next person on the list.

"Shi Potian. In battle, he bravely took on responsibilities and dared to confront a powerful enemy head-on, buying valuable time for the team. Outstanding performance, awarded 80 points."

"Chu Lan. As the temporary commander, his tactical deployment was clear, and he led from the front in battle. Although he was outmatched, his bravery is commendable. He is awarded 70 points."

"Qian Duoduo. Steadfastly defended the line, acted as a shield, and resolved crises for his teammates several times, perfectly fulfilling his duties. Reward: 70 points."

"..."

Wu Shangfeng read out the names and their corresponding grades one by one without any expression.

The entire performance point distribution process reflects an absolute clear distinction between merits and demerits and a results-oriented approach.

Students who dared to charge forward, dared to draw their swords, and achieved effective results in the battle received high GPA rewards.

Those students who hesitated in the battle earned very few GPAs, sometimes only a few symbolic ones.

"The above is the result of the performance points distribution for this task."

Wu Shangfeng put away the list and scanned the entire room with his eyes.

Do you have any questions about this?

Qin Feng, Shi Potian, Chu Lan, and the others all shook their heads.

"No."

Those students with lower GPAs, though their disappointment was evident on their faces, did not raise any objections.

The bloody battle replays serve as the best benchmark, and they clearly understand that the gap between themselves and those top students lies not only in strength but also in mentality.

"very good."

Wu Shangfeng nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the students' attitude.

He went on to announce the follow-up arrangements.

"Tomorrow, we will have the second comprehensive monthly exam for academic subjects this month. The results will be directly linked to your GPA, so please be prepared."

"In addition, after the monthly exam, students who meet the standards in vitality index and comprehensive evaluation can submit an application for promotion to me. After passing the assessment, they can be promoted to the second year of high school."

"the last point."

His gaze lingered for a moment longer on several students with high GPAs, such as Qin Feng and Shi Potian.

"In twenty days, the annual Qiming Star Inter-School League will be held. This is the highest-level competition in the entire Qiming Star region, involving all martial arts high schools. It is divided into freshman and senior student competitions. Students who want to participate can register with me after upgrading their contracts to C-level."

Inter-school league!

These four words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up ripples in the students' hearts.

That was a stage where geniuses truly clashed.

It is the best shortcut to gain fame, access to massive resources, and higher-level attention.

After announcing everything, Wu Shangfeng glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Disband." He left behind two words, and his figure vanished silently in the distortion of space, just as he had appeared.

With the teacher's departure, the stagnant and oppressive atmosphere in the martial arts room finally eased.

The students dispersed in twos and threes, some heading towards the medical pod to treat their injuries;

Some people silently packed up their equipment;
Others, however, began to discuss in hushed tones what had just happened.
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at the same time.

Deep within Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School lies a more spacious and solemn martial arts room.

The principal, Professor Gu Yue, and dozens of other core mentors from Qiyi High School, whose auras are profound and majestic, are standing here quietly.

Before them, a huge holographic screen, like a mosaic wall, simultaneously displayed nearly three hundred different images.

That was the complete recording of the second practical lesson for all classes in the first year of high school, which had just ended.

Some classes, when facing the enemy, acted with measured advances and retreats, and were decisive in their actions.

In some classes, chaos reigned, with some students even sustaining serious injuries and requiring urgent intervention from their teachers.

Many other classes, like Class 3 of Grade 1, fell into a long, oppressive silence after completing their tasks.

"The data is out."

A tutor responsible for compiling information reported in a deep voice.

"In the first year of high school, there are a total of 293 classes. During the post-battle debriefing, a total of seven classes raised questions to their instructors regarding the mission background and the enemy's motives."

"In another 261 classes, although no students took the initiative to stand up and question, according to the monitoring of emotional fluctuations and psychological activities, more than 80% of the students experienced significant and similar emotional fluctuations."

"The students in the remaining twenty-five classes were calm and did not have any questions about the task."

"The classes that raised questions are: Class 3 of Grade 1, Class 7 of Grade 1, Class 123 of Grade 1, and Class 179 of Grade 1..."

"Snapped."

The principal raised his hand and turned off all the holographic projections.

The martial arts room was brightly lit again.

Professor Gu Yue, with his goatee, stroked his beard, a hint of worry on his face. He sighed and looked at the principal beside him, a man as burly as a mountain.

“Principal, is it too much of an impact to give these freshmen, who have only been enrolled for less than two months, this level of practical training? In previous years, we only started introducing this to them in their second year of high school, when they were more mature.”

Although the other mentors present did not speak, their facial expressions clearly showed that most of them agreed with Gu Yue's view.

This time, the school's "torture" of the freshmen seems to have gone a bit too far.

Each mission they carefully selected was like a sharp scalpel, mercilessly exposing the bloody and cruel side beneath the empire's glorious facade to these newcomers.

"What we want is a huge impact!"

The principal's voice, steady and resonant, echoed like a great bell in the martial arts room.

He turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over every mentor present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as meditation deepens, the newly generated spiritual power will increase day by day. Their thinking will become more and more clear and broader."

“A person with a clear mind will inevitably begin to think. Think about who we are, what we fight for, and the past, present, and future of this empire.”

"At that time, they will have the ability to see right from wrong and distinguish between what is right and what is wrong."

"Our Qiming First Martial Arts High School does not aim to cultivate killing machines, much less traitors..."

The principal's voice suddenly rose in pitch, filled with unquestionable authority.

"What we need to cultivate are future military strategists who can stand alone and guard a region, philosophers who understand the truth of the universe and pass on the flame of civilization, and martial artists who break free from their own shackles and pursue the ultimate in martial arts..."

He paused, his tone carrying a cold, undisguised sarcasm.

"Forcing students to sing praises to the empire ten thousand times and extol the emperor ten thousand times is not as good as letting them see, hear, and feel for themselves in the reality of blood and fire, and then figure out for themselves what is right and what is wrong, what is glory and what is shame!"

"The former will only cultivate ignorant fanatics and hypocritical opportunists, with extremely negative side effects!"

"The latter, though cruel and painful, can forge true warriors with independent personalities and unwavering beliefs amidst blood and fire!"

"I don't want my students at Qiming No. 1 High School to be easily bewitched by those filthy things in the subspace with just a few words. I also don't want them to be bewitched by those beasts within the Empire who enjoy the peace and tranquility their fathers bought with their lives, while hiding under the shadow of their families and slandering the Emperor and the Empire!"

His words were powerful and thought-provoking.

The mentors, who had initially harbored doubts, now showed expressions of realization and agreement in their eyes.

They understood the principal's deeper meaning.

This was a premature, ideological "inoculation."

Use controlled, brutal reality to stimulate students' own "mental immunity".

"Principal, we understand."

Professor Gu Yue nodded first, his expression becoming solemn.

"it is good."

The principal nodded, his expression returning to calm.

"Now that you understand, the next step is for you all to implement it."

"We need to do a good job in follow-up ideological education, and communicate with students one-on-one more often, especially those students whose emotions fluctuate greatly during the task. We must ensure that no psychological problems arise."

"From today onwards, the practical classes for the first-year high school students will only become more rigorous and more painful. Let them adapt to the true nature of this universe as soon as possible."

A teacher stepped forward and asked, "What about the students in grades 11 and 12?"

“Treat everyone equally.”

The principal gave an answer that left no room for negotiation.

"Yes."

"it is good."

The dozens of mentors present responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.

(End of this chapter)