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The fifteen minutes passed quickly.

When the time came, Guo Hong shouted to the crowd, "Everyone line up and get ready to start practicing Wuji stance."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly found their respective positions and stood in line.

Guo Hong walked over to Chen Qing and the others, arranged the newcomers in their places, and then returned to the front of the line, facing everyone.

At this moment, Hong Zhenbang also walked out from the veranda and came to Guo Hong's side.

"Master."

Guo Hong bowed respectfully.

"Let's begin."

Hong Zhenbang nodded, stood with his hands behind his back, and swept his stern gaze over the group of apprentices.

"Everyone, begin the drill!"

Guo Hong gave the order.

More than fifty apprentices from the outer courtyard immediately assumed their stances and began practicing Wuji stance in unison.

The standard Wuji stance requires the three stances to be connected slowly and smoothly, each stance held for ten seconds, with thirty seconds constituting one cycle, and this process is repeated.

After one cycle, everyone's movements were fairly synchronized. Although there were slight differences in the rises, falls, turns, and combinations, they were generally able to keep up with the rhythm.

The senior apprentices in the front row maintained steady breathing, upright postures, and showed no emotion on their faces.

After two cycles, apart from Chen Qing and Shen Yifei, the other two newcomers' pile frames had begun to deform.

By the third cycle, Lin Meng and Zhang Zhihe's bodies began to tremble, their faces showing pain, as they gritted their teeth and endured it.

As time slowly passed, the stinging sensation on their bodies intensified, and the pain increased with each passing second.

The two men would occasionally glance at Chen Qing on the far right.

He was practicing the three stances at a leisurely pace, his movements precise and without the slightest deviation.

"How is this possible!"

Zhang Zhihe felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow, and his heart jolted.

He truly couldn't understand why Chen Qing, with only inferior physical constitution, had persisted until now without collapsing.

And it looks effortless.

Just a few days ago, Chen Qing was not as good as him, so how did he suddenly become so powerful?

At this moment, his body trembled even more violently, and his mind became increasingly broken.

He wanted to keep going, but his body was too weak to maintain the support structure. Eventually, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh no, I'm last!"

Zhang Zhihe turned his head and looked around. He saw that Chen Qing was as steady as a rock and Lin Meng was also struggling to hold on. His heart was filled with despair.

The thought of not having the blood-strengthening soup to relieve the pain during the afternoon practice sent chills down my spine.

At this moment, Lin Meng was also observing the situation of the two people beside her.

Seeing Zhang Zhihe fall to the ground first, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He only held on for two more seconds before sitting down on the ground with a thud.

Her gaze quickly fell on Chen Qing, only to see that he was still in complete control, his movements even more steady than Shen Yifei and many of the older apprentices. A look of horror appeared in her eyes.

As time went on, some of the older apprentices could no longer keep up and had no choice but to give up.

When everyone looked around, expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.

No one expected that Chen Qing, who was least favored, would still persist.

Despite being a complete novice, he managed to stand in the stance for a longer period than many experienced practitioners.

The key is that he still has inferior aptitude. To what extent must he have comprehended the Wuji stance to achieve this?

As time passed, more and more people gave up and stopped.

Shen Yifei had also reached his limit. His body relaxed, and he barely managed to stand up without falling.

He had been focused on the Wuji stance and hadn't observed his surroundings.

Only after he stopped did he begin to look around.

His gaze swept across the entire venue, and seeing that only a dozen or so people were still persisting, a look of satisfaction immediately appeared on his face.

The fact that a newcomer who has only been here for a week can outperform so many veterans is enough to prove his reputation as a genius.

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His gaze fell on a familiar figure, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

How could a piece of trash with such inferior talent persist for so long!

A nameless fire suddenly surged in Shen Yifei's heart, his face turning pale and then red, and his eyes were full of malice as he looked at Chen Qing.

How could a prodigy with superior physical constitution lose to someone with inferior physical constitution?

Where does that leave him to save face?

Time marches on, second by second.

Fewer and fewer people are still practicing Wuji stance in the courtyard.

At this moment, Chen Qing felt as if all the muscles in his body were filled with lead, making his body extremely heavy, and the pain, like being pricked by needles or electrocuted, was still intensifying.

Even with his healing talent constantly working to repair himself, his body was still pushing him to the limit of what he could endure.

People continued to fall on the field, and only ten people remained in the drill, most of whom were struggling to hold on.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and persevered, but every few seconds someone would give up.

The number of people continuing the drills decreased from ten to seven, and then to five.

When only two people remained on the field, Chen Qing finally reached his limit, and his body relaxed uncontrollably.

Guo Hong looked down at his pocket watch, his eyes filled with deep shock.

Six minutes and thirty seconds!

A full thirteen cycles!

He ranked third in the competition and lasted more than twice as long as Shen Yifei, a genius who entered at the same time!

Is this something that someone with inferior physical constitution could possibly do?

Even Hong Zhenbang was surprised to see Chen Qing's performance.

The longer one can stand in the Wuji stance, the deeper one's understanding of this stance exercise becomes.

Understanding the techniques has nothing to do with innate talent or physical constitution, but depends entirely on one's comprehension.

A person with sufficient comprehension who wants to stand in a static posture for six minutes at a time will need to practice diligently for at least two months.

And this kid in front of me did it in just one week!

"This child's comprehension is absolutely top-notch. It's just a pity that his innate talent is too poor; he might not even be able to break through the external force barrier."

Hong Zhenbang sighed inwardly. After the last person in the courtyard stopped, he walked to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

The stance training competition officially ended, and Chen Qing outperformed all the veteran apprentices to win third place. He will receive an extra bowl of blood-strengthening soup at noon.

Chen Qing silently returned to her corner to rest.

At this point, many of the students from the foreign language department began to look at him differently.

There was less mockery and more respect.

"Ah Qing, you're amazing! How do you practice your Wuji stance? Can you teach me?"

Wu Shun asked excitedly.

Although his performance in standing meditation was average, he felt proud that his friend had gotten into the top three.

"I just practice randomly every day, I don't have any special skills, maybe it's just talent."

Chen Qing gave a perfunctory reply.

He sat on the ground and rested for a while. Once his soreness was completely healed by his healing talent, he stood up and continued practicing the Wuji stance.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the courtyard, several lackeys were subtly belittling Chen Qing in an attempt to curry favor with Shen Yifei.

Zhang Zhihe snorted coldly, "What's so great about getting third place? No matter how long he stands there, he's still just a person with inferior aptitude. I bet he won't even get past the first hurdle; he'll be kicked out of the boxing club sooner or later!"

"That's right. With Fei Ge's natural talent, he'll soon be able to fully cultivate his Qi and blood, break through the first barrier, and become an external martial arts master. As for Chen Qing, with his poor and stingy appearance, let alone breaking through the barrier, it would probably take him more than three months just to cultivate his Qi and blood."

Lin Meng also sneered, her face full of disdain.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei simply nodded.

With the support of his family, he takes a lot of supplements every day.

In addition, he has superior physical constitution, so he can cultivate his qi and blood faster than others.

In just one week, thirty strands of qi and blood have been accumulated.

In less than a month, he was able to cultivate a hundred strands of qi and blood, and break through the barrier to become an external force martial artist.

So what if Chen Qing wins first place in the competition?

In the end, he was just a low-class porter, a piece of trash who couldn't even sustain his vital energy, and he was not worthy of being compared to him!