High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

The night was as dark as ink, silently enveloping this bustling yet mysterious metropolis. The occasional flickering lights between the skyscrapers resembled distant, lonely stars in the night sky. Ye Chu, his figure tall and straight, walked under the moonlight, like a lone wolf emerging from the night, carrying an lingering chilling aura, back to his villa dormitory in the heart of the city.

The villa's exterior walls were softly outlined by the gentle light, like a tranquil guardian, quietly awaiting its owner's return. Pushing open the heavy, ornate door, a warm and familiar aura rushed out, dispelling the chill that had enveloped Ye Chu. Without lingering, he went straight to the high-end computer placed in a corner of the spacious living room, its surface reflecting the soft indoor light, exuding a futuristic feel.

Ye Chu's fingers lightly touched the keyboard, and with a series of crisp keystrokes, the intranet interface of Shanghai Martial Arts University slowly unfolded before his eyes, like a door to an unknown world. On the screen, a colorful interface appeared, with course reservations, training room registration, student forums... a dazzling array of options, each revealing the unique charm of this top-notch martial arts academy.

His gaze quickly locked onto the "Training Room Registration" section, which displayed all sorts of training facilities, from basic physical training rooms to advanced spiritual energy cultivation towers—each requiring points from his student card to redeem for use. Ye Chu secretly plotted, preparing to add another spark to his martial arts path.

However, just as he was about to exit the interface, a glimmer of light caught his attention—the student forum. This section was always bustling with activity, a gathering place for students to exchange experiences and share interesting stories. Ye Chu casually clicked, and the page redirected, revealing a vibrant and lively world before his eyes.

Unexpectedly, seven or eight out of ten popular posts on the forum were closely related to Ye Chu's name. His heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable emotion surged within him. He clicked on the most popular post, which showed a video. In the video, Ye Chu, with his agile movements and thunderous punches, fiercely clashed with the powerful figure known as "Scholar Tiger," ultimately defeating him with a clean and decisive move. This scene had spread like wildfire throughout the campus, becoming the talk of the town for everyone.

Seeing the overwhelming praise and amazement in the comments section, Ye Chu smiled calmly. He knew that this glory was merely a small milestone on his path of martial arts; the real challenges awaited him ahead. So, he gently closed his laptop, his eyes shining with even greater determination, as if to say, "No matter what lies ahead, I will forge ahead without hesitation."

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Then, bathed in the faint light of dawn, Ye Chu strode resolutely towards the towering Martial Arts Divine Tower of the Shanghai Martial Arts University. This was more than just a tower; it was the heart of Shanghai, pulsating with the passion and fervor that countless martial artists dreamed of, the most dazzling and iconic building in this bustling metropolis. Constructed of ancient bluestone, every brick and tile seemed to tell a story of past glories and challenges, standing firm against the wind and rain, exuding an indescribable solemnity and sanctity.

At this moment, the plaza in front of the tower was bustling with activity. Among the throng were newcomers, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation, as well as senior students with resolute expressions and indomitable spirits in their eyes. Some gathered in small groups, others alone, all harboring an endless yearning and pursuit of martial arts. The newcomers mostly approached this place with a pilgrimage-like mentality, wanting to witness firsthand this legendary holy land of martial arts, while secretly wondering how the senior students had undergone countless trials and tribulations within this divine tower to elevate their physique and strength to a higher level.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a young man dressed in a close-fitting outfit and carrying a long sword stood out—this was Zhan Beihua. Zhan Beihua stood tall and straight, his brows exuding an air of domineering confidence. His arrival was like a gust of wind, instantly dispersing the surrounding noise. He strode confidently towards the Martial Arts Tower, his gaze piercing as he stared intently at the top, as if to take in the challenges of the seven heavens.

"Today, I, Zhan Beihua, will challenge the seventh level of this divine tower!"

Zhan Beihua's voice boomed like a bell, each word resounding and powerful, echoing across the plaza and instantly causing a stir among the surrounding crowd. People turned to look, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes filled with both surprise and anticipation. It was well known that in the Martial Arts Tower, each level represented a leap in strength, and passing the sixth level was already a symbol of being a half-step Grandmaster, just one step away from the true Grandmaster realm. Zhan Beihua, however, was going to directly attempt to reach the seventh level. This was undoubtedly a display of immense confidence in his own strength, and a shocking declaration to everyone present.

As Zhan Beihua finished speaking, the entire plaza seemed to freeze, everyone's breathing becoming heavy. They knew that what was about to unfold was a breathtaking challenge, a contest of courage, perseverance, and strength. The new students in the crowd silently watched Zhan Beihua, a surge of inexplicable excitement and anticipation welling up within them. He seemed to foresee that this challenge would be a significant revelation on his martial arts path, inspiring him to continuously move forward and strive for higher realms.

Above the ancient Magic City Martial Arts University, a majestic and magnificent Martial Arts Divine Tower slowly opened its long-sealed doors amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd. It was as if the gates of history had been suddenly pushed open, releasing an aura of vicissitude and mystery. From the opening of the tower doors, a dazzling light burst forth, illuminating everything around it, and also illuminating the dreams and aspirations in the hearts of every student present.

Guided by this light, an enormous stone tablet slowly emerged from within the tower, etched with the marks of time yet radiating an aura of immortality. The tablet's surface was intricately covered with characters and patterns, each stroke seemingly imbued with boundless power and wisdom, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

An older student, his face resolute, his eyes gleaming with boundless love and pursuit of martial arts, stood at the forefront of the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the stone tablet, a reverent yet almost fanatical smile playing on his lips. His voice was deep and powerful, seemingly able to pierce the barriers of time and reach the depths of everyone's hearts: "This is the witness of history, a glorious chapter written with sweat and blood by every student who has stepped into the Tower of Martial Arts. It not only records everyone's achievements but also carries the expectations and dreams of countless predecessors. And the youngest record is the awe-inspiring list of prodigies, the highest glory that every martial arts student dreams of!"

After speaking, the elderly man took a step forward without hesitation and bowed deeply to the stone tablet. His movements were solemn and devout, as if he were performing a pilgrimage of the soul. At that moment, an indescribable solemnity and reverence filled the air, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Amazing!" The surrounding freshmen were all deeply moved by this sight. Their eyes shone with shock and longing, as if at this moment they saw the infinite possibilities for their future on the path of martial arts.

Just then, a sudden exclamation erupted from the crowd: "Look, Ye Chu from Zhenhai City is here!" This shout, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up ripples. Everyone's gaze turned in that direction, where a handsome young man in a blue robe strode confidently towards them. Every step he took was so confident and determined that it seemed even the ground beneath his feet trembled for him.

Ye Chu's arrival undoubtedly added fuel to the already tense and expectant atmosphere. Everyone felt a surge of excitement and anticipation, as if a grand martial arts feast was about to begin, and they were the most dazzling participants in this feast.

Ye Chu's name, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the thin mist at dawn, suddenly shone brightly in every corner of the academy, attracting countless glances and whispers. He strode with steady and powerful steps, each step seemingly proclaiming something extraordinary to the surroundings, as if even the air trembled slightly at his arrival.

"What is Ye Chu doing here?" This question, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples. The students gathered in twos and threes, their eyes filled with both curiosity and awe. After all, yesterday's duel with Tiger Brother, in which Ye Chu single-handedly defeated the usually domineering Tiger Brother, was still fresh in their minds.

"Could it be that they're here to challenge the Martial Arts God Tower?" Once this thought exploded among the crowd, it spread like wildfire. The Martial Arts God Tower was a place in the academy that symbolized supreme glory and challenge. Countless powerful figures had left their legends here, and Ye Chu, a freshman who had just arrived, actually had such courage and determination?

"My god, no wonder Ye Chu, who beat up Tiger Brother yesterday, is planning to challenge the Martial God Tower as a freshman?" Exclamations and discussions intertwined, forming an undeniable wave that enveloped Ye Chu's figure. Countless gazes, like searchlights, focused on him, trying to glean more information from his calm expression.

However, Ye Chu remained calm and composed in the face of the overwhelming attention and discussion, as if nothing in the outside world could touch his heart. He ignored the curious or awe-inspiring gazes and walked straight towards the Martial Arts God Tower, each step firm and powerful, as if he were proving his determination with his actions.

Just then, several gloomy-faced figures suddenly blocked his way; they were Tiger's men. Their eyes flashed with resentment and anger, as if to say, "It's true what they say, enemies always meet; I didn't expect to run into each other again so soon."

Ye Chu stopped and coldly glanced at the group of people, his eyes filled with both disdain and warning, as if to say, "You think you can stop me?" Then, he spoke calmly, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable force: "Get out of my way."

These three words, simple and direct, struck like a heavy hammer into the hearts of those people. They looked at each other in bewilderment.

This scene was like the tension before a storm, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder, almost enough to ignite every inch of the surrounding space. The freshmen, as if drawn by invisible ropes, swarmed together, forming an impenetrable wall of people, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, as if watching a great show about to unfold.

"Could it be that Ye Chu single-handedly defeated the infamous Tiger Brother on campus yesterday, and today Tiger Brother's loyal henchmen couldn't contain themselves and came knocking on his door, demanding justice for their boss?" A voice from the crowd, tinged with speculation and excitement, seemed to ignite the fervor of those around them, fueling their desire for a good show. Some freshmen wore amused smiles, their eyes sparkling with excitement, as if they were standing outside a spectacular arena, awaiting the battle's starting horn.

Just as the atmosphere was so tense it seemed to freeze, a deep and majestic voice boomed like thunder, piercing through the crowd and striking the depths of everyone's hearts: "Fighting is forbidden here. Violators will be punished with the most severe penalties from the Martial Arts University!" The voice carried an undeniable power, as if a god who held absolute rules was proclaiming his will, causing everyone's heartbeats to freeze.

As the voice faded, a middle-aged man dressed in the attire of a martial arts university instructor slowly stepped into the crowd. His steps were steady and powerful, each one seemingly leaving a deep imprint on the ground. His gaze was sharp as lightning, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He stared intently at the people before him, his eyes containing both authority and care and expectation for the young lives.

"Consider yourself lucky that your mentor is here today, otherwise you would have been in for a world of hurt!" Although Tiger's underlings were unwilling, under the mentor's piercing gaze, they could only manage to squeeze out these words. They seemed to have let Ye Chu off the hook, but the sinister glint in their eyes betrayed their true thoughts—they would settle this score sooner or later.

Ye Chu stood still, his face calm, but his eyes gleamed with an indomitable light, as if to say that no matter how many storms the future might bring, he would shoulder them all without fear.

Immediately, Tiger's group of henchmen, like ghosts in the night, silently surrounded Ye Chu. Their eyes gleamed with mockery and disdain, as if they already foresaw the farce that was about to unfold. One of them, a cold smile playing on his lips, looked at Ye Chu with utter contempt: "I bet you can't even get past the first level of the Martial God Tower, yet you dare to dream of showing off in front of our Tiger?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu merely turned his head slightly, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through the secrets of people's hearts. He coldly swept his gaze around, his eyes containing both disdain and an impending burst of power, as if saying, "A bunch of ants, not worth mentioning." Then, he strode forward, each step so firm and powerful, directly walking to the towering Martial Arts Divine Tower.

The tower, ancient and simple, emitted a faint, fluorescent glow, seemingly capable of devouring any courage or determination that dared to challenge it. Ye Chu slowly pulled his student ID card from his pocket. The card gleamed metallically in the dim light, like a key to an unknown world. Without hesitation, he handed the card to the teacher guarding the tower—a silent declaration of war, a challenge to his own limits.

The teacher of the Martial Arts Divine Tower was an elderly man in a long robe, with white hair and beard, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if he could see through everything in the world. He nodded slightly, a gesture that contained both encouragement for the younger generation and composure in the face of the impending test. However, when he slowly released his aura, it was like an abyss, deep and unfathomable, causing the surrounding space to tremble and making everyone involuntarily feel a sense of dread.

"There are illusions in the tower. Although they won't really take your life, remember, if the difference in strength is too great, your will will be ruthlessly destroyed, your Dao heart will be shattered, and it will be difficult to recover." The old man's words were deep and majestic. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Ye Chu's heart, as well as the hearts of everyone around him, making the seriousness of this test self-evident.

Ye Chu took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. He knew this was not only a test of his strength, but also a tempering of his will and conviction. He nodded, said nothing more, and turned to step through the door to the unknown and the challenges ahead. Behind him, Tiger's underlings snickered and whispered, while ahead lay the path of martial arts he was about to conquer.