Full-Time Martial Saint

Qin Chuan's attention was entirely focused on the No. 98 physical training machine, which gave the other students who had just come out of the machine a rare opportunity to slack off.

"Sixty minutes have passed!"

"To be able to sustain extreme training volume for sixty minutes, even the most gifted students in the top classes probably can't do that, right?"

"Not many people can do that? You're underestimating them."

"That's right. I've heard that among those prodigies in Class One, at least 40 have an overall physical fitness level exceeding 5, and Xu Baiwei and Zhou Hao are said to have reached 5.5!"

"Level 5.5!? Given their family backgrounds, wouldn't it be highly likely that their overall physical fitness level will reach level 7 by the time they take the college entrance exam?"

"It should be more than that. There are still nine months until the college entrance examination. If the Xu and Zhou families are willing to spend money, it wouldn't be difficult for the two of them to improve their overall physical fitness by two levels in those nine months."

"Another two levels would be... level 7.5, equivalent to 750 points. If academic subjects are scored out of 200... then they only need another 550 points in martial arts to get into a top university in Kyoto!"

……

The topic suddenly shifted to Xu Baiwei and Zhou Hao from the honors class, causing another round of gasps and exclamations from the surrounding students.

同为武道生，1班重点班综合身体素质达到5级的就有40多人，而他们2班迄今为止还没有一个综合身体素质达到5级的存在。

"Ding!"

The crowd gathered around the two physical training machines were discussing in hushed tones when they were suddenly interrupted by a crisp sound!

The door of aircraft number 32 on the left slowly opened, and Lei Xiao, whose face was slightly pale and whose clothes were already soaked with sweat, staggered out of the training aircraft.

Before he could even steady himself, he disregarded his exhaustion and hurriedly pushed aside the people blocking his way to look at machine number 30 where Zhao Cheng was.

When Lei Xiao noticed that the green indicator light on training machine number 30, which signified normal operation, was still lit, his expression suddenly changed.

"He...hasn't come out yet?"

Several students around him, who always followed his lead, shook their heads awkwardly.

Upon seeing this, Lei Xiao's expression shifted between light and dark.

For more than two years, he and Zhao Cheng had been at odds, fighting each other openly and secretly, with each side winning and losing.

Losing to Zhao Cheng wasn't unacceptable to him, but the thought of having to call a piece of trash with an overall physical fitness level of only 2.8 "brother" after losing this time was worse than killing him!

Clenching his fist in frustration, Lei Xiao abruptly turned and looked around: "Where's Chen Cong?!"

The other students around also looked around, but did not spot Chen Cong.

"Brother Lei, over there!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed classmate noticed the No. 98 physical training machine, which was still running normally not far away, and Qin Chuan, who was standing quietly next to the machine. He quickly spoke up to remind him.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over with expressions of disbelief.

"Is that Chen Cong in there?! He alone... No! That wasn't extreme training volume, it was just standard training volume!"

"That scared me to death! I thought he'd held on until now too..."

"A comprehensive physical fitness level of 2.8, and the ability to sustain standard training volume for over an hour, is already quite impressive. Back when our comprehensive physical fitness level was 3, very few of us could even last an hour..."

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to boost the enemy's morale while diminishing our own?!"

"I...I didn't mean that, I just thought we were all classmates..."

As the group was talking, they suddenly started arguing.

Next to the No. 98 physical training machine, Qin Chuan, who had been focusing most of his attention on Chen Cong, suddenly turned around when he heard the arguing.

"You all have nothing better to do, huh!?"

"I already said it: the limit is 50 minutes. If you can't last that long, go back and continue training with the standard volume. What, do I have to invite you all in one by one?"

Meeting Qin Chuan's sharp gaze, those who failed to meet the extreme training standards scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Lei Xiao and a few others in the arena.

Under normal circumstances, to sustain extreme training for 50 minutes, one's overall physical fitness level should be at least around 4.5.

The group in front of us, including Lei Xiao and Zhao Cheng who are still persevering, are among the few students in Class 2 of Senior Three whose overall physical fitness level has reached 4.5 or above.

"Ding!"

As the students who were watching climbed into their respective physical training machines, a crisp sound came from training machine number 30 behind them.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Cheng, also drenched in sweat and with a slightly pale face, walked out of the machine.

He was clearly exhausted and could barely stand.

Two people beside Lei Xiao saw this and quickly went over to help him up.

Seeing Zhao Cheng, who was being helped to his side and looking at him with great joy, Lei Xiao's expression changed several times.

"Grass!"

"You're a mad bull! A reckless lunatic!"

Zhao Cheng paused for a moment, managing to stand on his own, and said with a smile, "I'm willing."

"No matter what, I'd rather die from exhaustion than let you call me 'brother'."

"You!" Lei Xiao clenched his fist, glaring angrily at his punchable face, but ultimately did not make a move.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng leaned closer with a sly grin and whispered, "You won't go back on your word later, will you?"

Lei Xiao's face stiffened slightly, and he said fiercely, "Do I look like someone who can't accept defeat?"

Zhao Cheng nodded: "That's good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he forced his tired body to walk slowly toward the No. 98 physical training machine.

"Teacher Qin."

Upon arriving at the No. 98 physical training machine, Zhao Cheng first bowed to Qin Chuan, then looked at the machine's hatch with concern.

"Standard training volume won't kill you."

Qin Chuan spoke in a slightly gentler tone.

In terms of physical training alone, Zhao Cheng is one of the few students in Class 2 of the senior year who he can take a liking to.

Therefore, no matter how strict he is with others, he still shows some favoritism towards Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng grinned and nodded.

"Thank you, Teacher Qin."

The two stood quietly outside the training machine, waiting until the set 80 minutes were up.

With a crisp "ding" sound, the No. 98 physical training machine slowly stopped operating.

The hatch opened, and Qin Chuan and Zhao Cheng both looked over nervously.

Inside the training machine, Chen Cong, who looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, saw the two of them and could only manage a weak smile before collapsing to the ground!

"Brother Cong!"

Zhao Cheng's expression changed drastically. Ignoring the soreness all over his body, he rushed into the training machine and hugged Chen Cong.

Qin Chuan also rushed over to help carry the person out.

After a careful examination, Qin Chuan confirmed that Chen Cong was just a little exhausted and not seriously injured. He clapped his hands and suddenly smiled and sighed, "How many years... how many years has it been since I've seen someone as ruthless as this kid."

As a physical training instructor, Qin Chuan always advocated "train to the death as long as you don't die," but he had never encountered a student like Chen Cong who didn't treat himself like a human being.

"Alright, let him get some rest so he doesn't miss the next boxing class."

Patting Zhao Cheng on the shoulder, Qin Chuan slowly walked towards the numerous physical training machines in the distance.

"Time's up!"

"Get out here, all of you!"

With a loud shout, all the training machines in the stadium slowly came to a stop.

One by one, the students emerged from the physical training machines and gathered in the center of the stadium.

Qin Chuan glanced at them and said coldly:

"Let me say a few words of nonsense."

"I want you to remember that in martial arts training, every second of your training is not for me, and every drop of sweat you shed is for yourselves."

"The sweat you slack off on today will turn into blood on the battlefield of fusion in the future, flowing out tenfold or even a hundredfold!"

"It would be best if you could understand these two sentences. If not, just memorize them silently. When you become martial artists and go to the Fusion Rift in the future, you will understand them."

"get out of class dismissed!"

After Qin Chuan left, the students in the physical training hall did not rush to leave. Many of them glanced at Lei Xiao and his group, and some of the bolder ones had already secretly activated the holographic recording function on their wristbands.

On the other side, Zhao Cheng had already helped the extremely weak Chen Cong to Lei Xiao and the others.

"A bet's a bet, let's begin."

Zhao Cheng looked at them with a smug expression.

The faces of Lei Xiao and his companions across from them were extremely grim. The word "Brother Cong" was stuck in their throats, but they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

"Lei Xiao, forget it."

"Da Niu was just joking with you guys."

Seeing that their faces were all flushed, Chen Cong smiled and said, "We're all classmates, so just call each other by name when you see each other in the future."

After saying this, he ignored Lei Xiao and the others and led Zhao Cheng away from the physical training hall.

Watching the two figures leave, Lei Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his tightly clenched fists slowly loosening, his expression quite complex.

……

Outdoor lounge.

Zhao Cheng spent two hundred yuan to buy two bottles of special drinks and ran to Chen Cong.

"Brother Cong, try this."

"It's specially made to slightly replenish bodily functions."

Chen nodded and took the bottle, drinking half of it in one go. He did feel a subtle energy, similar to a nutritional meal, dissolving in his body and giving his exhausted body some nourishment.

"Brother Cong, if you ask me, you shouldn't have let that bastard Lei Xiao go!" Zhao Cheng finished his drink in one gulp, crushed the metal bottle into a lump of iron, and spoke in a deep voice.

Chen Cong smiled and looked at him: "I heard from Uncle Zhao that your martial arts skills score is only 355 points?"

Zhao Cheng's expression stiffened, and he scratched his head awkwardly, muttering, "Why does he tell everyone everything..."

Chen Cong patted his shoulder and laughed, "I'll be your sparring partner for the boxing class later."

There's an old saying that teaching and learning go hand in hand.

The general idea is that when you give pointers to others, you also gain a sense of "reviewing the old and learning the new" and thus improve yourself.

In addition, Zhao Cheng's martial arts skills score is indeed a bit low now, and Chen Cong also wants to do his best to help his brother.