Full-Time Martial Saint

It was Lin Xiao who spoke.

Her eyes were filled with determination as she stared straight at Chen Cong, completely ignoring the whispers of the other students around her.

To be honest, she wasn't sure what her purpose was in fighting Chen Cong.

Unwilling to lose their position as the class's best in martial arts?

Feeling guilty for misunderstanding Zhang Kui's good intentions?

But regardless of the reason, she wanted to have a fair fight with Chen Congtang.

However, this proud girl may not want to admit it; she would rather experience firsthand how big the gap is between "touching the threshold of minor success" and actually achieving minor success.

Chen Congming's overall physical fitness level is only 2.8. Even though his Bajiquan is at a minor level, his overall strength is relatively weak. Such an opponent is strong but not despairing. For any martial arts student, he is the most valuable whetstone.

"Yes, but not now."

Meeting Lin Xiao's gaze, Chen Cong smiled and nodded: "My opponent in this class is Zhao Cheng."

"If Lin Xiao is willing, we can talk about it next class."

As someone who has been through it all, Chen Cong knows very well what kind of temperament kids of this age have.

They have strong likes and dislikes, are not malicious, and don't have many thoughts. They like to show everything on their faces.

Lin Xiao had previously refused to be in a group with him simply because she felt he wouldn't be of much help in improving her martial arts skills.

"Next class..."

Rejected in such a lukewarm way, Lin Xiao bit her lip, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face. But then, she thought for a moment and asked, "Chen Cong, would you mind giving me your contact information?"

Chen Cong paused for a moment, but still smiled and gave Lin Xiao his contact number. Lin Xiao wrote it down and then turned and left.

The sounds of sparring in the classroom gradually subsided. Some people gathered in twos and threes to discuss techniques for generating power, while others slumped on the ground panting. Chen Cong looked around and saw Zhang Kui standing alone by the window with a water cup in his hand. He quickly walked over and bowed.

"Ms. Zhang, do you have time after class? Thank you for your help with the school transfer. I would like to pay you a formal visit."

Zhang Kui put down his water glass, glanced at him, and laughed, "If it's just for this, then forget it."

Having his little scheme seen through, Chen Cong smiled and scratched his head: "Of course, I would also like to ask you about boxing techniques."

Having achieved a minor level of mastery in boxing, the knowledge gained in class was clearly of little help to him. Without hiring a private coach, he could only shamelessly take up Zhang Kui's personal time.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing his honesty, Zhang Kui laughed and said, "I'll be taking a walk in Zhonghu Park outside the school at eight o'clock tonight. If you have any questions, come find me there."

Upon hearing this, Chen Cong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Kui smiled and nodded, glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, stood up and shouted to the other students in the distance, "Time's up."

"Go back and think about it carefully. When you go into the Void Realm tonight, try to find someone to fight and spar with in the Divine Evolution Arena. Don't waste your energy wandering around."

"get out of class dismissed!"

……

Outside the martial arts hall, the setting sun cast long shadows of the group. Chen Cong saw Zhao Cheng walking out with four classmates, their arms around each other's shoulders, and his expression became somewhat strange.

Although he had only been at the martial arts academy for a day, he could tell that Zhao Cheng, this simpleton, was mostly a lone wolf in the class. When did he end up surrounded by so many people?

"Brother Cong!" Zhao Cheng shouted from afar, running over excitedly.

The four people followed behind, looking somewhat uncomfortable, but they still called out "Brother Cong" to each of them.

Seeing this, Chen Cong, somewhat amused and exasperated, pulled Zhao Cheng aside and whispered, "What's going on? What's happening to them?"

He would naturally be happy to get along well with his classmates, but he had no interest in forming cliques like Lei Xiao.

Zhao Cheng grinned and leaned closer, saying, "Brother, these guys all want to learn some boxing techniques from you."

"Want to learn some boxing techniques?" Chen Cong glanced at the four men, his brows furrowing slightly.

He's so busy he wants to use every minute of his time; he's in a real bind himself, how can he possibly have the time to give advice to others?

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng lowered his voice and added, "Brother Cong, do you know how much those private martial arts instructors who have reached a basic level charge?"

Chen Cong shook his head.

Zhao Cheng slowly extended five fingers and said seriously, "The minimum is five hundred yuan per hour, and those with a little fame will charge over a thousand."

"I just told the four of them that I couldn't let you give me pointers for nothing, and they promised they would do something in return; so, you see..."

Looking at that honest yet clever face, Chen Cong was momentarily stunned.

He really didn't expect that Zhao Cheng, this simpleton, would actually have such talent and intelligence.

"Great, Da Niu."

Chen patted Zhao Cheng's shoulder gently, feeling very grateful.

With the ability to "unblock meridians and improve circulation," he can indeed save money on physiotherapy and qi and blood-activating medicines.

However, each activation of the "Unblocking Meridians and Activating Blood Circulation" technique comes at the cost of accelerating the consumption of energy within the body. This terrifying energy consumption capacity is something that ordinary meals simply cannot satisfy.

Based on today's class performance, the energy contained in a regular nutritional meal is probably insufficient to maintain high-intensity training without any worries. It would be necessary to eat a high-quality nutritional meal every day to ensure stability.

A high-end nutritional meal costs 800 yuan, which is equivalent to half a month's living expenses at the Cultural College.

This huge expense is far beyond what his parents' meager salaries can afford, and Chen Cong is also worried about it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Cheng brought him timely help in the blink of an eye.

"hey-hey……"

"So, Brother Cong has agreed?" Zhao Cheng asked cheerfully.

Chen Cong nodded, then pondered for a moment: "Da Niu, how much do you think I should charge them?"

Zhao Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Private tutors outside charge at least 500 yuan an hour. Since you've reached the minor mastery stage, charging them 400 yuan an hour isn't unreasonable, is it, considering we're classmates?"

Chen Congshen took a deep breath and gently shook his head, saying:

"Although my fist technique has reached a minor level of mastery, it is still no match for those advanced martial artists outside."

"I think 300 is fine, 300 yuan for 90 minutes."

"This way, I won't hurt the friendship between classmates, nor will it interfere with my cultivation."

Zhao Cheng brought four people with him. Each person received 300 yuan, which was 1,200 yuan for the four of them. This was just enough for him to have one high-end nutritional meal and two ordinary nutritional meals every day.

Once I activate my virtual world account, I'll try my luck at getting the title of "Blackstone Trialer." Not only will I receive a national prize of 10,000 yuan, but I can also take orders in the virtual world and save some money for my future life at Martial Arts University.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Zhao Cheng didn't try to persuade him further. He turned around, went back to talk to the others for a few minutes, and then brought them all over.

"Brother Cong, they've all agreed."

Let me introduce it to you.

Zhao Cheng pointed to the young man with a buzz cut on the far left of the four and said:

"Yang Can, my deskmate."

"Huang Changhu, our class ranks fifth in martial arts skills."

"Hou Long, our class ranks eleventh in martial arts skills."

"This guy's name is Ning Yuhang. You should remember him, he was second in martial arts skills in our class."

After Zhao Cheng finished his introduction, the group awkwardly called out "Brother Cong" again.

Seeing this, Chen Cong smiled and waved his hand, "We're all classmates, you can just call me by my name from now on."

He could tell that, unlike Zhao Cheng, who had been used to being called "brother" since childhood, the four of them were clearly somewhat resistant to being called "brother."

They shouted it reluctantly, and even they felt embarrassed listening to themselves.

On the right, Ning Yuhang, who had a somewhat refined and gentlemanly air about him, immediately laughed and said, "It's better to call us by our names, otherwise we'd be no different from Lei Xiao and his gang."

"Since we've met by chance, how about this, I'll treat you to a meal later as a welcome back dinner for Chen Cong."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the short, stocky boy named Hou Long clapped his hands, saying, "Young Master Ning is so generous! Then we won't stand on ceremony!"

Zhao Cheng glanced at Chen Cong, who nodded with a smile, and then shouted, "What are you waiting for? Go back to the dorm, shower, and change. We'll meet at the school gate later!"

The group exchanged contact information and then hurriedly headed towards their dormitory.