Chapter 183 - 101: Revising the Martial Dao System
「A moment later.」
Lin Yi appeared at the door to the Class A classroom.
The moment he stepped inside,
an invisible pressure washed over him.
This classroom, built specifically for the elite students, was exceptionally spacious.
The floor was paved with a special sound-absorbing alloy, and the walls shimmered with a faint, energetic glow. Clearly, a great deal of effort had been invested in its construction.
At this moment,
the classroom was already more than half full.
Lin Yi scanned the classroom and noticed that a nameplate was placed neatly on every desk.
Apparently, the training camp had already assigned seats to the students.
Lin Yi quickly found his seat.
The very front row, dead center!
It was undoubtedly the focal point of the entire classroom—a prime spot.
With a steady gait, he walked straight to the seat that was his.
As he settled into his seat,
the previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent, the chatter ceasing abruptly.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes locked onto him in unison!
Shock, surprise, awe, curiosity, doubt...
A mixture of gazes, filled with all sorts of emotions, surrounded him completely.
News from the afternoon’s exam had already swept through the entire cohort of new training camp students like a hurricane.
Three monstrously talented newcomers had actually knocked out a Third Grade Realm proctor!
This completely overturned their understanding of what a "genius" was.
And now, the person at the center of the legend, the one ranked number one, was standing right there before them in the flesh!
"He’s here! The number one, Lin Yi!"
"Damn... so that’s him? The monster who took down a Third Grade senior from Nanjiang Martial Arts University during the combat assessment?"
"Holy shit, our year is just too insane, isn’t it? Three badasses just popped up who can solo Third Grade proctors!"
"Who do you guys think is stronger out of those three monsters: Lin Yi, Lu Xue, and Li Hao?"
"Lin Yi is ranked first, but I think Lu Xue and Li Hao are even more terrifying! Lu Xue’s speed is phantom-like. In a real fight, I bet Lin Yi couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes. She’d just run circles around him! Li Hao is even more ridiculous. His defense is as hard as a turtle shell. No matter how strong Lin Yi is, can he even break through that defense? Other than being a bit strong, this Lin Yi doesn’t seem to have anything else that stands out, right? I really don’t know what the training camp was thinking, ranking him first..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down! There must be a reason he’s ranked first. Stop guessing wildly. Just watch!"
The focus of the discussions wasn’t solely on Lin Yi.
People’s gazes also drifted from time to time to the two equally eye-catching figures to his left and right.
To Lin Yi’s right was a sturdy young man, as steady as a rock.
To Lin Yi’s left was a young woman with a cold, icy temperament and a slightly slender build.
Apparently, they were the other two geniuses who had single-handedly defeated the Third Grade guardians and received S-rank evaluations.
They were none other than the second-ranked Li Hao and the third-ranked Li Xue.
Lin Yi had just taken his seat
when a wave of intense, oppressive battle lust surged toward him from his right.
"Lin Yi?"
Li Hao whipped his head around, his eyes locked on Lin Yi, a provocative smile spreading across his face.
"A Powerful Martial Artist? They’re pretty intimidating in the early stages, but I wonder if that fist you’re so proud of can even dent my hide of bronze and bones? How about it? We should find some time to spar, eh?"
His eyes burned with an almost fanatical, fiery will to fight.
He was like a fierce tiger that had just spotted its prey, eager to tear it apart.
"Sure,"
Lin Yi replied casually, without even lifting his eyelids.
He could clearly sense the undisguised hostility and probing in the other’s words.
However,
this level of provocation couldn’t stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.
’Strength is the only thing that matters. A war of words is meaningless.’
Of course,
he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
’As expected, no one who fought their way into Class A is a pushover!’
’These thirty people are the absolute cream of the crop among all the high school seniors in Nanjiang Province!’
As far as he could see, the vast majority of them were faintly exuding powerful fluctuations of Qi and Blood; they were all Martial Artists who had stepped into the Second Grade Realm!
’This lineup is stacked.’
Just as all the students had arrived and were sizing each other up, the low buzz of their discussions not yet fully subsided,
"TAP! TAP! TAP!"
The clear, powerful, and rhythmic sound of military boots on the floor approached, seeming to beat in time with everyone’s heart.
Head Instructor Zhao Jun, dressed in a crisp military uniform, strode in with a powerful gait.
His gaze was like lightning as it swept across the room, and an intangible, iron-blooded pressure instantly enveloped the entire space.
The classroom, which had been buzzing just a second before, suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the students, regardless of their previous posture, subconsciously straightened their backs, tensing up like spears. Their eyes fixed on him in unison, filled with awe and nervousness.
Zhao Jun walked straight to the center of the lectern. Without any unnecessary pleasantries, his electric gaze swept over the young, vibrant faces below.
His voice, loud and cold, reached every person’s ears clearly:
"I am Zhao Jun. For the next fifty days, I will be your instructor at this training camp. Congratulations—or rather, my tentative congratulations—on making it into Class A."
His emphasis on the word "tentative" carried an undisguised warning.
"First, I’ll make the Rules of the training camp clear to you."
"First, the training camp will not interfere with your cultivation methods or your daily routines."
"Everyone sitting here is a top Martial Dao seedling from your respective cities. I believe each of you has your own path to walk, your own most suitable Cultivation Skill and life rhythm."
"Therefore, this training camp will have no standardized curriculum! All Cultivation is left entirely up to you!"