Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

On the top floor of the main building, in front of the control panel.

Gao Hua stared intently at the glaring "93%" on the screen, his beard trembling with shock.

The energy reserves of the Star Origin Secret Realm are used to supply the best of the senior martial arts students for their sprint before the martial arts exam. A normal training session for top students consists of about 20 people, and the energy consumption is at most 80%.

93%?

What the hell is going on?

Gao Huaqiang suppressed his turbulent emotions and forced himself to calm down.

It must have leaked; it couldn't have been used up by all three little ones.

He stroked his beard and dialed an encrypted communication.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, it's me, Gao Hua."

"The energy replenishment for the secret realm needs to be expedited, yes, expedited! As soon as possible!"

"The reason? I suspect... the secret realm has a leak!"

After hanging up the communication, Gao Hua looked at the empty entrance to the secret realm with a pained expression.

How much money would it cost to fix this...?

……

The atmosphere inside the training hall was enthusiastic.

When Yang Han, Chen Chu, and Qin He returned to the team, it was already afternoon.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking at them with envy and whispering among themselves.

"Quiet!"

Qian Meng's roar instantly drowned out all the noise.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping over every student.

"Starting today, we'll begin the second week of training!"

Qian Meng paused, his expression turning serious.

"The four subjects of martial arts are strength, speed, physical strength, and combat! The first three are the foundation, your basic skills, while the last one is the key to determining how much power you can unleash from that foundation!"

"From now on, in addition to regular training, you will all need to set aside extra time each day to learn practical combat techniques!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall on one side of the training hall slowly opened, revealing a huge weapons rack.

Knives, guns, swords, clubs, axes, hammers... all kinds of standard weapons gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the lights.

"These are the basic knife, sword, spear, and staff techniques, the compulsory subjects in the martial arts examination syllabus. You are free to choose according to your own preferences and strengths."

Qian Meng's voice turned serious. "Remember, don't try to do too much at once. Choose one thing and practice it to perfection within three weeks!"

The students flocked to the weapons rack.

Without any hesitation, Qin He walked straight to the knife rack, drew a standard longsword, and casually twirled it.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a soft whistling sound.

His movements were fluid and graceful, drawing cheers from the crowd.

A confident glow returned to Qin He's face.

In terms of strength and speed, he may not be as good as Yang Han for the time being, but in terms of swordsmanship... he has more than ten years of experience.

Chen Chu then spotted a pair of boxing gloves, punched the air a couple of times, and grinned foolishly, "These are awesome!"

Yang Han's gaze fell on the stick stand.

He walked over and picked up a wooden stick.

The stick feels slightly cool to the touch, and it's more comfortable to hold than the ash wood stick I use at home.

After everyone had chosen their weapons, Qian Meng began to demonstrate the key points of practicing the basic techniques one by one.

Swordsmanship emphasizes agility, spearmanship emphasizes expansive movements, and knifemanship emphasizes momentum.

The fact that Qian Meng has mastered the basic techniques of so many weapons shows that he is no ordinary person.

Soon, the demonstration ended, and free practice time began.

Yang Han glanced through the basic staff techniques and routines, his brow twitching slightly.

That's it?

It's nowhere near as complex as their own crazy stick fighting style.

Despite thinking this way, he patiently practiced each move one by one.

It's just that it's too fast.

He could master movements that other students would need to practice repeatedly to learn, with just a glance, and after one demonstration, he could already do them quite well.

Moreover, he subtly incorporated some of the power-generating techniques from the Madman's Staff Technique into it.

What was originally an ordinary basic staff technique, in his hands, became a sharp and domineering force with every strike.

Qian Meng stood at a distance, watching the shadow of the stick in Yang Han's hand, his pupils suddenly contracting.

One hour.

This kid mastered basic staff techniques to this level in just one hour?

He originally thought Yang Han only had a chance to break into Zhenxing Martial Arts University, but now it seems...

No, it's not just about hope.

An hour later.

"Alright, everyone stop!"

Qian Meng clapped his hands. "After practicing for so long, it's time to test the results."

He pointed to a row of alloy doors on the other side of the training hall.

"In the martial arts combat rooms, each room contains a combat robot that has mastered all the basic techniques. The rules are simple: go in and defeat it."

The students' enthusiasm was instantly ignited.

"I'll go first!"

A student who was practicing with a longsword volunteered to go in first.

collapse!

The alloy door closed.

The screen outside the door lit up, and everyone crowded around it.

In the scene, the robot bows, and a long sword appears on its mechanical arm.

The student with the sword quickly stepped forward and thrust his sword forward.

The robot sidestepped the sword, dodging it, and simultaneously thrust back with its other hand.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, and the student wielding the sword was knocked back five steps.

The robot lunged forward, slashing horizontally and vertically, leaving no room for error.

Less than ten seconds.

Bang!

The student with the sword was sent flying backward.

Challenge failed.

"Are robots that powerful?" a student murmured.

"Strong?" Qian Meng stepped forward. "The robot is exactly the same strength as you. When the same force collides, it is knocked back five steps. That's what you are like now. You have strength, but you can't use it."

"Who else?"

Everyone fell silent.

"I'll do it."

Qin He, holding a long sword, stepped forward and walked straight into the battle room.

The door closed, and the screen lit up again.

A robot of similar build, wielding a long sword, launched the first attack.

Clang!

Qin He caught the ball steadily and immediately launched a counterattack.

Completely different from the student with the sword before.

Qin He's swordsmanship is steady, accurate, and ruthless. Every strike is methodical, and every parry deflects the opponent's force instead of directly resisting it.

The robots were no slouch either, responding to every move with deadly precision.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clang of metal against metal was deafening.

The students watching from outside the gate were dumbfounded.

"Qin He is that good? He can fight the robot to a draw after only one hour of training?"

Yang Han leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing.

His knife skills are indeed quite good; he has a solid foundation.

On the screen, Qin He's game became increasingly smooth.

Ten minutes later, he seized an opening, shouted loudly, and knocked the long sword out of the robot's hand at an extremely tricky angle.

Challenge successful!

A mechanical beep sounded.

The door opened, and Qin He walked out, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, but his face radiated an irrepressible pride.

He succeeded!

He subconsciously looked at Yang Han, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation and a hint of expectation.

I did it, how about you?

All eyes in the room, along with Qin He's, were focused on Yang Han.

They are eager to see how long it will take Yang Han to defeat the robot.

No one even considered whether Yang Han could defeat him.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, Yang Han calmly walked into the battle room, carrying his stick.