Full-Time Martial Saint

At 7:50, when Chen Cong arrived at the classroom, Zhao Cheng seemed to have just arrived. His burly body was sitting on Hou Long's desk, excitedly saying something, while Yang Can and Huang Changhu, who were standing around, listened with great interest.

"They're here!"

As soon as Chen Conggang entered the classroom, Hou Long, who had sharp eyes, spotted him and immediately spoke up.

Zhao Cheng turned around and hurriedly raised his hand, shouting, "Brother Cong, over here!"

Chen Cong looked at the group, then approached them with a puzzled expression and asked, "What are you chatting about that makes you so happy?"

Huang Changhu, clearly a straightforward person, immediately took over the conversation, leaning closer with a sly grin and whispering, "Zhao Cheng said Lin Xiao called you last night?"

Lin Xiao?

Chen Cong nodded: "I didn't answer. She waited for me at the dormitory entrance for more than an hour."

"What!?"

"Oh ho ho!"

"Wow, Brother Cong is awesome!"

……

He seemed to have forgotten that teenagers in their formative years are always sensitive to such things. He had just casually stated a fact, which instantly caused a commotion among the guys in front of him. Their strange shouts drew puzzled glances from other classmates.

"Chen Cong, tell us, tell us now!"

"What did you and Lin Xiao do last night?"

With two black mustaches already growing on his upper lip, Yang Can, who looked noticeably older, was very impatient and asked questions with a lewd expression.

Seeing his expression, Chen Cong knew what was going on in this guy's mind, and shook his head helplessly: "I think your training volume is still not enough. You still have the energy to think about this nonsense..."

"How about I talk to Coach Qin during this afternoon's physical training session and ask him to give you guys some extra training?"

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"No, no, no!"

Huang Changhu and Zhao Cheng's expressions changed, and they quickly grabbed his arms, pleading with him.

Chen Cong laughed and slapped their hands away, saying, "Class is about to start, go back now."

The group didn't get what they wanted to hear from him, so they all returned to their seats dejectedly and lay listlessly.

The morning consisted of three academic classes, which was pure torture for them.

Chen Cong listened attentively and learned a lot more about the Fusion Realm and alien creatures.

After the third academic class, the next lesson was still the stance training class, which was the favorite of all the boys in the class.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhao Cheng and his friends dragged the reluctant Chen Cong out of the classroom and ran towards the second floor of the martial arts hall.

During the stance training session, Su Nanyue was still wearing the same black training uniform that perfectly accentuated her figure. Her waist-length silver hair was tied high behind her head, adding a touch of youthful charm to her allure.

As the course began, Chen, who received special attention, stood two meters away from her, practicing the Three Elements Stance as instructed.

To avoid trouble, he temporarily abandoned the movements he had verified that morning and followed Su Nanyue and the other students in the class to stand in the stance normally.

But when the first round of stance training was completed, Chen Cong seemed to sense something was wrong.

"The effect of this round of stance training... seems to be slightly less than what I practiced alone this morning!"

In the morning, in the grove behind the dormitory building, he had just practiced the "wrong version" of the Three Elements Stance according to his own understanding, and clearly remembered the subtle changes in his body after standing in the stance.

Now, after practicing according to Professor Su Nanyue's Three Elements Stance, there seems to be a significant difference in feeling.

"Could it be that the Three Elements Stance Technique I've mastered is an improved version?"

As Chen continued practicing the movements, he pondered to himself.

"Chen Cong, your mind is in turmoil."

Su Nanyue's voice suddenly rang in his ears, startling Chen Cong. When he came to his senses, he quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, Teacher Su, I was daydreaming."

Standing meditation requires a calm mind; if he is daydreaming while practicing, it will be easy to spot.

Su Nanyue smiled faintly: "It's alright, you've already made rapid progress."

"Last lesson you couldn't even finish one round of stance training, but this time you were able to easily follow along and practice it once."

"You should rest for a bit, there's no need to rush."

progress?

Upon hearing this, Chen Cong was secretly alarmed, and quickly scratched his head with a smile: "To be honest, Teacher Su, I secretly thought about it this morning, and even ate a special nutritious meal for breakfast."

Su Nanyue nodded with satisfaction and said, "Martial arts cultivation has always been like this. As long as you are willing to endure hardship and make efforts, you will definitely make progress."

"However, your foundation is still somewhat weak. While you work hard, you must also adhere to the principle of gradual progress and don't be too impatient."

Chen Cong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly.

There are few shortcuts to improving overall physical fitness, which is common knowledge in martial arts training. Without revealing his cheat-like abilities, the only way to reasonably explain his rapid progress is to create a persona of diligence and hard work for himself.

The ideal level of diligence and hard work is to make everyone think he's crazy, leading them to believe that the reason for his rapid progress is due to his relentless training.

"Teacher Su, let me adjust, and we'll do it again later."

Having figured everything out, Chen had already made up his mind.

Su Nanyue wanted to dissuade him, but seeing that he had closed his eyes and started to rest, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

A few minutes later, Chen Cong got up again and joined everyone in practicing the stance training.

As expected, by the end of class, he had successfully practiced himself to the point of "fainting".

Outside the training hall, inside the rest area.

Zhao Cheng and Ning Yuhang looked at Chen Cong, who was slumped in a chair, with complicated expressions.

"Chen Cong, if you push yourself like this, you'll easily suffer hidden injuries. And then..."

Ning Yuhang spoke slowly, and Huang Changhu and Yang Can beside him nodded with worried expressions.

Chen Cong took a sip of water and feigned weakness, smiling as he said, "You all know my overall physical condition. If I don't give it my all, I won't even have a chance to get into a martial arts university."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Having said that, he turned to look at Zhao Cheng and said, "But you might have to work hard from now on."

"Every time after the stance training and physical conditioning class, you have to carry me out."

Zhao Cheng's face hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "We grew up together, why are you being so formal?"

"However, Brother Cong, you really need to be careful, don't ruin yourself by training too hard."

"You're working so hard, you really need to keep up with the physical therapy and blood-nourishing medicine."

Chen Cong nodded and said, "I have some connections with Xu Baiwei from Martial Arts Class 1. I asked her to help me with the physiotherapy and qi and blood medicine a long time ago, and she even gave me a 20% discount."

As soon as he said this, Huang Changhu, who was standing next to him, instantly shook off the gloom on his face and asked gossipily, "I heard before that the eldest daughter of the Xu family was getting close to a strange boy a couple of days ago, and someone even saw them leaving together in a car after school."

"That person wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"

Chen Cong smiled and nodded: "Things aren't what you think."

In order to divert the attention of the others, he had to briefly explain how he met Xu Baiwei.

The group erupted in another round of strange shouts, completely oblivious to the figure that had just emerged from the martial arts hall in the distance.

"Hush! Hush!"

Yang Can, with his sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of Xu Baiwei who had already arrived not far away. He quickly signaled everyone to shut up and instinctively moved away.

Xu Baiwei ignored the others and went straight to Chen Cong, who was slumped on a stool. She looked at him for a while with a complicated expression and said, "Cultivation requires a balance between work and rest. Pushing yourself too hard often backfires."

"Tomorrow is Saturday. If you have time, you can go to the Tianwu Training Hall. I would like to ask you some questions about boxing techniques."

Chen thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow morning is fine, but I have things to do in the afternoon and evening."

Xu Baiwei nodded: "Then it'll be in the morning. I'll have someone prepare breakfast and lunch. When you arrive, just go to the second floor and find me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Huang Changhu and his gang grinned even more slyly. Even Ning Yuhang, who usually didn't like to join in the commotion, kept making "tsk tsk" sounds.

Upon seeing this, Chen felt both helpless and pleased.

Unfortunately, it's because these guys next to me will probably start gossiping again when they get back.

He was happy because Xu Baiwei's appearance could verify his previous statement, and after it was spread by several people, it could dispel the doubts of some people with ulterior motives.

He no longer had time to worry about whether this matter would bring new trouble.