Full-Time Martial Saint

At the entrance of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, a rugged middle-aged man with a buzz cut stood quietly waiting by the open car door of a dignified and imposing luxury sedan.

Noticing Chen Cong and Xu Baiwei walking out of the school gate side by side, the man narrowed his eyes and quickly stepped forward, his sharp gaze scrutinizing Chen Cong.

"Miss, who is this...?"

The middle-aged man spoke relatively gently, but the invisible aura emanating from him was slowly enveloping Chen Cong.

"Uncle Jiang, this is my classmate Chen Cong."

As Xu Baiwei spoke, the invisible aura emanating from the man gradually diminished, but his gaze towards Chen Cong still clearly carried a hint of wariness.

"Chen Cong, Uncle Jiang has been in the rift of the fusion realm for a long time, and he is still a little unaccustomed to it after just returning."

Sensing that the middle-aged man's imposing manner made Chen Cong clearly uncomfortable, Xu Baiwei offered a slightly apologetic explanation.

"Chen Cong, I'm just a rough man, it's my duty, please bear with me," the middle-aged man chimed in politely.

Chen waved his hand with a smile, indicating that he was fine.

He could tell that the middle-aged man's politeness was entirely due to Xu Baiwei. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even have the right to meet someone like her.

"Chen Cong, come on in." Xu Baiwei said softly, gracefully getting into the car.

Chen Cong got into the car, and the middle-aged man gently closed the car door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

"Uncle Jiang, go to the training hall on Quanshan Road." Xu Baiwei spoke again from inside the car.

The middle-aged man responded and drove straight to the place she indicated.

"Miss Xu..."

"We're all classmates, just call me Bai Wei."

Chen Cong nodded: "Bai Wei, I have a question."

"Under normal circumstances, how long would it take to improve physical fitness from level 3 to level 5?"

Xu Baiwei, standing beside her, pondered for a moment and gave her answer: "Our age is the golden period for improving our physical fitness. If we can keep up with our diet, physical therapy, and qi and blood medicine, we can improve by about 0.2 levels per month."

"Level 0.2?" Upon hearing this, Chen Cong's heart sank, and he couldn't help but ask, "So low?"

After reaching a minor level of mastery in Bajiquan, he did indeed consider abandoning literature for martial arts.

However, Zhang Kui determined that his current overall physical fitness was not even at level 3, which was at least 2 levels below the minimum standard for admission to the Martial Arts University.

With only nine months left until the college entrance examination, if it is true, as Xu Baiwei said, that the hope of improving one's comprehensive quality by more than two levels in such a short period of time is beyond slim.

After all, Xu Baiwei's claim of "a monthly increase of 0.2 levels" is contingent on the diet, physical therapy, and blood-nourishing medicines all being in place.

He was well aware of his family's financial situation. With his parents' savings over the years, they could barely afford to pay the registration fee and improve their meals.

But physical therapy and qi-regulating medicine...

My childhood friend Zhao Cheng seemed to have mentioned that a single physical therapy session costs 2000 yuan; normal training requires at least one session every ten days, otherwise the body is prone to developing irreversible ailments, completely severing the possibility of becoming a martial artist.

As for Qi and Blood Circulation Medicine, each vial generally costs over ten thousand yuan, and at least one vial must be taken per month.

"A 0.2-level improvement is already quite significant," Xu Baiwei said calmly. "The physical training of martial arts students is a slow and meticulous process. An ordinary person trains for two hours a day and needs to use a Qi and Blood Elixir every month, otherwise the body's Qi and Blood will be depleted, severely damaging their life energy."

"You...really intend to pursue a career as a martial arts student?"

Chen did not answer Xu Baiwei's question. He was unsure of what to do.

As for his parents, they shouldn't object to anything he decides; but having lived two lives, he's equally unsure whether this decision, which involves his parents' life savings, is right or wrong.

"Let's test it first," Chen said slowly after thinking for a long time.

The luxury car soon arrived in front of a magnificent six-story building on Quanshan Road.

"Miss, we've arrived."

The middle-aged man parked the car, got out, and opened the door.

Chen Cong stepped out of the car and looked up at the impressive, technologically advanced building in front of him.

Tianwu Training Hall is the most well-equipped, highest-standard, and most luxurious private training hall in the entire Xiangcheng. He would pass by it every time he accompanied his younger brother to the nearby physiotherapy center, but he had never gone inside.

"Uncle Jiang, you should go back first. Tell my dad I won't be coming home for lunch."

Behind him, Xu Baiwei gave a signal and came to Chen Cong's side: "Let's go in."

The two walked side by side toward the entrance of the training hall.

"The first and second floors of the training hall are open to everyone, while the third floor and above are only open to advanced martial artists."

Since it was all family property, Xu Baiwei was very familiar with the Tianwu Training Hall. As they walked, she introduced it to Chen Cong: "Each independent training room on the first and second floors has a full set of testing equipment and training instruments. The fee is 1888 yuan per hour."

"The high-end training rooms upstairs are also equipped with the Martial Arts Hall's newly developed nutritional therapy chambers..."

The two quickly arrived at the door of a training room on the second floor without a number on it, via elevator. Xu Baiwei stepped forward, and after verifying her iris, the alloy door of the training room slowly opened.

"This is my private training room. Would you like something to drink?"

After entering the room, Xu Baiwei threw her bag on the sofa and turned to ask Chen Cong.

"Water, thank you."

"Xiao Nuo, two bottles of mineral water." Xu Baiwei called out softly, then led Chen Cong straight to the giant instrument to the left.

As the two approached the instrument, a smart robot delivered the water.

"This is a life fitness testing device, and the one next to it is a simulated combat system. It can generate a corresponding opponent based on your overall physical fitness to assess your martial arts skills. Which one do you want to try first?"

Xu Baiwei handed over a bottle of chilled mineral water.

"Let's look at overall physical fitness first," Chen replied without much hesitation.

He was also eager to know just how bad his body had become.

"Okay." Xu Baiwei walked to the instrument, operated it a few times, and several scarlet laser beams shot out from the top, intertwining into a circular laser grid in the center of the machine.

"Just stand in the middle."

Chen put down the bottled water, took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the center of the laser grid.

The lightning bolts enveloping his entire body slowly rotated and soon disappeared.

[Bone age detected: 17 years and 9 months.]

Overall physical fitness level: 2.8.

[Current assessment: Weak (It is recommended to replenish nutrients promptly and engage in appropriate low-intensity training)]

Several lines of text quickly appeared on the instrument panel, and a mechanical female voice simultaneously announced the test results.

After hearing this, Xu Baiwei looked over with a strange expression.

When Chen Cong heard the jarring "Level 2.8", he felt a buzzing in his ears and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Level 2.8, that's really weak..."

"Bai Wei, what is your current overall physical fitness level?"

Xu Baiwei didn't say anything and walked straight to where he had been standing.

[Bone age detected: 17 years and 2 months.]

Overall physical fitness level: 5.5.

Current assessment: Qualified

Hearing Xu Baiwei's test results, Chen Cong felt even more helpless.

How can there be such a big difference between people who are both seventeen years old?

Noticing his expression, Xu Baiwei waved her hand: "There's no comparison between us. My level 5.5 overall physical fitness is the result of being showered with all sorts of good things since I was a child."

"You have your advantages; at least in terms of comprehension, I am not as good as you."

Chen Cong smiled slightly after hearing this, not expecting that this heiress from a wealthy family was quite good at comforting people.

"Let's test your martial arts skills." Xu Baiwei walked slowly towards the instrument next to her, her face full of anticipation. "I scored 411 points the day before yesterday, ranking third in the grade. I wonder what score you can get next?"

Chen Cong nodded. He also wanted to know how high his martial arts skill score would be for his Bajiquan, which was at the minor completion stage.