Surviving in the chaos of battle, I'm grinding for proficiency.

The audience was completely silent.

Many female disciples even turned their heads slightly away, unable to bear watching this bloody scene.

It was far too violent; one punch almost killed Qin Feng.

The members of Songfeng Martial Arts School, who had been all smiles, fell silent.

Many disciples even began to sigh.

Qin Feng, who was originally the most likely to pass the martial arts exam, was eliminated so early.

In the eyes of many, Li Chuan had almost no practical experience.

The chances of Qin Feng passing the exam are far greater.

Sitting in the back, Liang Xingzhou's face was ashen.

He looked up in the direction of Tianyi Martial Arts School and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Such ruthlessness, very well done!"

"Go to Jishengtang and get the best doctor!"

After saying that, he hurriedly got up and went to take care of Qin Feng.

After all, this was his last disciple, someone he treated like his own son; he couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing.

Several eliminated inner court disciples also quickly followed Liang Xingzhou's footsteps.

With their departure, it felt as if the backbone of the Songfeng Martial Arts School had been removed.

It was no longer as joyful as before, and now it seemed lifeless.

The only one with a chance of passing the exam is Li Chuan...

In the distance, Wu Yanshu felt a surge of relief, as if he had survived a calamity.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything harsh to Number Thirteen, otherwise he might have followed in Qin Feng's footsteps!

While expressing regret over Qin Feng's misfortune, he then thought about it again and realized it was a good thing.

Firstly, Li Chuan was eliminated because he didn't face Qin Feng, so he still had a chance to defeat Li Chuan himself.

Moreover... since Li Chuan was going to use such underhanded tactics to deal with Qin Feng.

This proves that Qin Feng's previous guess was correct; his actual combat experience was practically zero, and he was not actually that strong.

That's why they didn't dare to confront Qin Feng head-on.

Wu Yanshu's confidence soared.

He will defeat Li Chuan with sheer strength!

Not long after, the examiner called out:

"Number 21, come to the stage!"

Li Chuan slowly walked onto the arena.

This is his real number.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng didn't get the chance to witness it...

Li Chuan's opponent in this match was a man with an honest and simple appearance.

He was visibly nervous when he saw Li Chuan.

After all, in the first round, Li Chuan was able to lift a stone block weighing a thousand pounds, demonstrating strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, making him a formidable opponent.

But having fought to this point, the man had no intention of giving up. He clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Su Yong of the Divine Fist Sect, please enlighten me!"

Li Chuan returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

The two then assumed their stances and began to clash.

Li Chuan intentionally concealed his strength, only using five-tenths of his power to contend with Su Yong.

Therefore, the two fought back and forth, much like "one after another taking the stage."

After a fierce battle, Li Chuan "barely" defeated Su Yong: "Thank you for the concession."

Wu Yanshu witnessed all of this from below the stage.

A glint of wisdom flashed in his eyes as he silently analyzed the situation:

"Even a simple internal force strike is so difficult; you really lack practical combat experience!"

At this moment, Wu Yanshu finally felt relieved.

I am absolutely certain.

He could hang Li Chuan up and beat him!

Later, several more disciples of Songfeng Martial Arts School were eliminated.

After winning the second match, only Li Chuan and Luo Zheng were able to enter the third match!

After the arena battle ended, the examiners gave the winning disciple a quarter of an hour to rest.

After a break, the next round of drawing lots began.

Looking around, Li Chuan saw that there were even fewer people than before.

The entire training ground appeared very empty.

None of those overconfident Ming Jin cultivators succeeded in fighting opponents of higher levels.

They were all beaten until they were covered in dust and dirt, and some were even beaten quite badly.

As for the remaining hidden strength, there isn't much left.

After the first two arena battles, the weaker internal strength practitioners were eliminated.

Only a very lucky few people can draw a weak opponent twice in a row.

This time, Luo Zheng was in the first place in the lineup; he went on stage before Li Chuan.

But he was unlucky this time, and the person he drew was a veteran of the Dark Strength test who had taken it for three consecutive years.

Last year, he was ranked just one place behind Tang Xiang.

They were only four places away from being admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Therefore, under the expectant gazes of everyone at Songfeng Martial Arts School, Luo Zheng still left the stage dejectedly.

At this point, the once impressive Songfeng Martial Arts School was reduced to just Li Chuan!

Before the exam, Tang Xiang and Qin Feng were considered the two most promising candidates.

One had six broken ribs, and the other had his right hand broken.

Li Chuan, who was never expected to succeed, was the one who made it to the end.

"Brother Li, what number are you?" Wu Yanshu suddenly stood next to Li Chuan and asked with a smile.

Li Chuan glanced at him indifferently:

Number eight.

Upon hearing the number, Wu Yanshu paused for a moment, then quickly looked down at his signature.

It's also the 8th!

At this moment, Wu Yanshu's thoughts raced.

Li Chuan is lying to him.

Wu Yanshu sneered:

"Still playing these little tricks? With Qin Feng's bloody example right in front of us, do you think I'd believe you?"

Does Li Chuan really think he's a fool?

He won't fall for the same trick twice!

He wouldn't utter a single harsh word before seeing his opponent!

Thinking of this, Wu Yanshu smiled and felt a sense of pleasure in intellectually crushing Li Chuan.

Li Chuan glanced at him silently and slowly walked towards the arena.

Wu Yanshu looked at him strangely, as if he were an idiot.

It means, go ahead and act, and see if I believe you!

The examiners on the platform looked at Wu Yanshu, who was standing motionless below the stage, and felt a surge of anger.

He immediately slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and glared fiercely at Wu Yanshu:

"Number eight, step into the ring, or you'll be disqualified!"

Wu Yanshu watched Li Chuan stride toward the ring and realized that what he said was true!

He ran towards the arena with a forced smile on his face, looking quite disheveled.

After stepping onto the stage, Wu Yanshu gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of frustration rising in his chest.

"Sister Fan said you're a treacherous villain, and I think she's absolutely right!"

"But do you know that in the ring, there are no tricks, only strength is the eternal truth!"

Wu Yanshu sneered:

"Today, I'll teach you what real martial arts are!"

Before Wu Yanshu finished speaking, without saying a word, he rushed straight towards Li Chuan.

A smug look flashed in his eyes.

In real combat, who would routinely state their name and sect?

Seizing the initiative is the most important thing!

Wu Yanshu believed that his move was brilliant: he pretended to talk to attract attention, and then suddenly burst out.

That's how he got the five lives on his hands!

Looking at Li Chuan, who seemed a little dazed, Wu Yanshu seemed to see a scene.

Next, he defeated Li Chuan with a single palm strike.

He was just one victory away from winning the title of Wu Xiucai (a scholar who passed the imperial examinations).

When Sister Fan finds out, what kind of surprised expression will she have?

To his surprise, Li Chuan simply dodged the almost certain strike by slightly turning his body.

He handled it with ease, without even wiping the hem of his clothes!

Wu Yanshu tilted her head and exclaimed, "Your reaction was pretty good."

"Bang!" He pushed off the ground with his feet, and his body exploded up again.

You dodged it again!

"Not bad!"

"Not bad boxing!!"

Wu Yanshu was frustrated to find that no matter how he fought or what killer moves he used, he was still outmatched.

Li Chuan, however, was always able to "barely" cope.

Just when it seems like they're about to be overwhelmed, a surge of strength unexpectedly emerges, allowing them to narrowly evade fatal attacks each time.

This feeling of being humiliated suddenly reminded Wu Yanshu of the time he sparred with his master.

The feeling of an old man teasing a mischievous child drove him somewhat crazy.

The more he hit him, the angrier he became.

Don't let him get a chance to confront you head-on!

Finally, after twenty moves, Li Chuan found a "flaw".

Faced with Wu Yanshu's impending right palm strike, he appeared "unable to dodge" and could only respond with a punch.

Wu Yanshu's eyes were cold:

"You can't escape this time, you little mouse..."

Fist and palm collide!

A tremendous force instantly flowed through his palm into Wu Yanshu's body.

It made him feel as if he had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer.

A tearing pain instantly shot through my internal organs!

His body, like tattered willow catkins, was violently sent flying!

"Sizzle!"

After Wu Yanshu flew off the stage, he slid for dozens of meters on the ground.

They only stopped when they had worn out the blue outfit!

He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, his confidence fading and turning ashen.

His head tilted to the side, and he immediately fainted.

"Senior Brother Wu, wake up!"