High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 71 Gambling
The cafeteria is a dining area exclusively for those under a Class C contract.

Qin Feng and Shi Potian sat facing each other, silently eating their C-grade energy meals.

"The senior high school students are really strong."

In the end, it was Shi Potian who broke the silence first.

Qin Feng nodded and swallowed the food in his mouth: "They have fully adapted to the teaching system here. More than a year of high-intensity hard work is something we newcomers cannot catch up with in a short time."

"After all, those who can get into Qiming No. 1 High School are not stupid."

"I've seen some senior students who have played nearly 10,000 matches in the Imperial Arena, and that's while also playing in their private domains. When it comes to hard work... haha."

Shi Potian smiled and said, "Hard work is the most basic quality. No one who has come this far has not worked hard."

They both saw the same feeling in each other's eyes.

That feeling of being completely crushed, and the even more intense fighting spirit that arises from it.

Their efforts are far from enough.

Keep trying!

You have to put in ten or a hundred times more effort than them to have any chance of catching up or even surpassing them!

After dinner, the two did not return to their dormitory, but instead went back to the public martial arts arena in the Grade A area.

Qin Feng continued to immerse himself in the cultivation of the "Intermediate Imperial Body Forging Method".

The pressure from those dozens of crushing defeats that afternoon was transformed into the motivation to torment his body.

Sweat soaked through his training uniform, and the soreness and tearing sensation in his muscles gave him a sense of grounded satisfaction.

It wasn't until 8:30 p.m. that he dragged his tired body back to his dormitory.

After practicing the "Emperor's Meditation Method" for half an hour, Qin Feng fell into a deep sleep, his body and mind yearning for a deep rest.

……

at the same time.

On the rooftop of the principal's office building at Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School.

The night breeze was cool and refreshing, blowing against a woman dressed in a female instructor's uniform.

She was tall and slender with a beautiful face. Her neat short hair swayed slightly in the wind, but her eyes were as calm as autumn water.

She leaned against the rooftop railing, looking down at the brightly lit campus below.

She is Qin Feng's new homeroom teacher and the tutor of Class 7, Grade 11, Lin Yue.

Beside her, space slightly distorted, and a holographic projection composed of data streams quietly condensed into shape.

It was Wu Shangfeng's perpetually cold and stern face.

"Instructor Wu, what brings you here so late at night?"

Lin Yue did not turn around; her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried a hint of aloofness.

"I've brought you a promising talent."

Wu Shangfeng got straight to the point, his voice as emotionless as his personality: "Qin Feng. You should have already seen his file."

"nature."

Lin Yue nodded. "In just two months since enrolling, he went from being ranked outside the top 60,000 in the high school entrance exam to first place in his grade. In practical training, he had a sudden epiphany and slew a follower of the Nurgle. In the cafeteria, he subdued Tie Lin with a single blow. His resume truly deserves the title of 'genius'."

"Since you know you're a genius, you should understand why I'm here."

Wu Shangfeng said, "Increase the intensity of his training. Give him more individual combat tasks. Prioritize high-difficulty tasks. Don't let him waste his time."

Lin Yue's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“Instructor Wu, I admire you for training a student like Qin Feng. However, I will now be in charge of his teaching plan.”

She turned around and looked directly at Wu Shangfeng's projection, her tone calm but firm, "I think what he needs now is to take steady steps and accumulate experience."

"precipitation?"

Wu Shangfeng said in a deep voice, "For mediocre people, that's called accumulating experience. For geniuses, that's called wasting time. Lin Yue, do you know how much a top genius can improve in a year?"

He held up one finger: "One year. Give him a year, and he can get the 'Dawn General' rank." Dawn General!

This is the highest honor for all students of Qimingxing Martial Arts High School, representing the undisputed strongest among their generation.

Students who receive this title are all exceptionally talented individuals, unparalleled in history.

Once a student earns the title of "Enlightened Star," the homeroom teachers who taught him in his first, second, and third years of high school will receive generous rewards from the Imperial Ministry of Education and the Military.

Furthermore, the shorter the time a student takes, the more amazing the reward.

"One year?"

Lin Yue shook her head: "Instructor Wu, I admit he's outstanding. But a year from now, it's absolutely impossible. As far as I know, the fastest record for obtaining the 'Qiming General Star' title is two years and three months, which is his third time participating in the school-level league. Qin Feng is indeed a genius, with amazing comprehension of killing techniques. He's been enrolled for three months, so obtaining the Qiming General Star title in the school-level league two years from now shouldn't be difficult for him. Obtaining it next year is almost impossible. Besides... why are you in such a hurry? Is it for him, or for that doubled official reward after the time was compressed?"

Her words already carried a hint of questioning.

"You're forcing him to grow too fast! You'll ruin him!"

"A woman's view!"

Wu Shangfeng's voice also turned cold, "A genius should be nurtured in the way of a genius! Only in the face of life and death, in the tempering of blood and fire, can he grow at the fastest speed! Two years? Wait two years, and it will be too late! That would be the greatest waste of his talent!"

The two were at loggerheads, one advocating a steady and methodical approach, the other advocating for maximum pressure.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

However, their starting point was that they all wanted what was best for Qin Feng.

"Different philosophies mean no point in saying more."

Lin Yue took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Let's look at the data."

"Look at the data?"

Wu Shangfeng retorted, "What data are you looking at? His data from the freshman competition? I'm confident he'll easily get into the top three this time. What's the point of looking at that kind of data?"

His confidence almost overflowed the screen.

Lin Yue fell silent.

She knew that Wu Shangfeng was telling the truth.

Given Qin Feng's demonstrated strength, he is indeed hard to beat among the freshmen.

"Then let's look at it differently."

Wu Shangfeng's mind worked very quickly. "We don't look at his upper limit, we look at his lower limit. We just need to see how long it will take him to gain a foothold in the private domain of the second year of high school."

He pulled up a data file and projected it between the two of them.

"Currently, there are 13321 students in the second year of high school. Let's use 10000 as the dividing line. How long do you think it will take him to break into the top 10,000 on the leaderboard?"

This suggestion caught Lin Yue's eye.

This is indeed an excellent indicator for observation.

It tests one's ability to make continuous and stable progress and adaptability.

"it is good."

Lin Yue nodded and then stated her conditions, "I'll give him three months. If he can break into the top 10,000 within three months, I'll accept your 'maximum pressure' theory, and I'll prioritize giving him more opportunities in subsequent practical missions."

She paused, her tone becoming extremely serious.

"But if he fails to reach that level after three months, then Instructor Wu, you must admit that your methods were too aggressive. From then on, Qin Feng's training plan must follow my pace completely. Slow down the rate of improvement and lay a solid foundation for each stage. Take it one step at a time and improve his strength steadily. You need to know that obtaining the Qiming General Star is already a very good resume, why pursue it in one year?"

"It's a word."

Wu Shangfeng agreed without hesitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, his holographic projection transformed into countless points of light and dissipated in the night wind.

On the rooftop, only Lin Yue remained.

She stood quietly, pulled up Qin Feng's private data, looked at his record of 3 wins and 40 losses from this afternoon, and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)