"Lin Ping'an, damn, this damn technique hurts... it hurts too much!"
"Damn it! This price is too high!"
“Wow… after just five minutes of running, I feel like I’m about to give birth!”
“…”
Through the glass of the back door, the principal secretly peeked into the classroom and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
To be honest, he had also secretly tried this yellow-level technique, "Painful Demonic Body".
But after persisting for seven or eight minutes, he immediately chose to give up. His situation at that time was not much better than that of these students.
Fortunately, there was no one around at that time, so I avoided a wave of social death.
In this regard, he was extremely grateful that he had reached the peak of the third level, and that his yellow-level skills no longer had much effect on the opponent.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult to make a decision.
Although this technique is incredibly effective, it is not suitable for humans to practice.
Of course, for the principal, even if he doesn’t practice himself, he can encourage his students to practice.
Anyway, knowing the cruelty of the battlefield, he would rather his students shed more tears than have them bleed and lament in vain in the future.
Besides, if you think positively, these pains are also a kind of training, which can make people more tolerant of pain and have stronger will.
According to gossip, the higher-ups have always felt that the new generation of warriors are too weak and lack willpower, and that they may soon be undergoing reforms and implementing more radical methods.
Now, the situation seems to be very good on the surface, but who can predict the future?
If you want to stand tall among all the races in the universe for a long time, you cannot tolerate any luck or weakness.
What's more, the human race is currently unable to suppress all other races and can only be considered to be barely maintaining its basic base.
That afternoon, the principal took some time out to call over the class teachers and instructed them to carry out the motivational activities.
After all, all the previous work has been prepared, and it would be a huge loss if I don’t take the opportunity to supervise.
Moreover, judging from the intention of the Martial Arts Association, they want to carry out promotion throughout the city. If we can't keep up with this trend of practice in the first place.
After a while, the limelight of the martial arts college entrance examination will most likely be taken away by other high schools in Tianyang City.
You know, competition is everywhere. Even No. 1 Middle School is facing the attention of other high schools such as No. 2 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School.
In a city, there are only a limited number of good students, and the college entrance examination results every year may affect the admission of the new class.
Rise and fall are often just a matter of thought.
When practicing "The Demonic Body of Pain" from the beginning, one must make the most of it, otherwise, one will be disqualified.
As for Lin Ping'an, the origin of everything, or the beginning of the cultivation trend, although the principal was somewhat optimistic about him, he did not take him that seriously.
After all, there is still some time before the college entrance examination. During this period, becoming a first-class warrior only means he is ahead by a small margin.
As long as other students with good qualifications persevere and catch up, it won’t take long for them to catch up or even surpass their classmates.
If the college entrance examination is tomorrow and there is not enough time for other students to grow, it is still worth paying attention to it and giving some extra investment.
But right now, there is no need to worry too much.
By the time of the national college entrance examination, unless something unexpected happens, Lin Ping'an will have become just like everyone else.
Although there will be some attention, but not much.
He would not even be in the most dazzling position.
Thinking of this, the principal sighed again for some reason.
pity!
What a pity!
Every time I miss the biggest opportunity of that stage. I can only say that fate is wasted and everything is already predestined.
On the other hand, Lin Pingan, who was working hard to practice and create martial arts in the hotel, had no idea about this. Many people sighed because of his concealment of his own abilities.
Of course, maybe after he knows this, he will just smile quietly.
After all, this is the effect Lin Pingan wanted to achieve, or the result he had planned long ago.
He not only explained the source of his strength with reason and evidence, but also concealed his true situation without making a sound.
In short, from now on, as long as he does not take the initiative to expose his strength above the third rank, everything can be easily explained.
It will not attract the prying eyes of others.
After all, a person who can endure pain and relies on the yellow-level skill "Painful Demon Body" to practice, and whose upper limit has been locked, is not worthy of in-depth attention.
If it weren't for this arrangement, when Lin Ping'an, an ordinary person with low qualifications, showed his first-class strength before other students with better qualifications, it would attract countless people to spy on him.
He is alone and is just an orphan with no one to rely on, without any strong background.
If you jump around in such a situation, you won't know how you died.
With his continuous efforts, the progress of first-grade lower limb bone strengthening continued to rise.
24 pieces... 25 pieces... 26 pieces...
As the progress increases, the upper limit of Qi and health is also increasing, and the overall strength is also constantly rising.
In addition, the progress of the created skills is also constantly increasing.
38%…39%…40%…
Two-pronged approach, simultaneous improvement.
The next day, early in the morning.
Front desk of a private hospital in Tianyang City.
A muscular man with a terrifying aura approached and asked in a cold tone.
"Hey...please check for me which ward Zhou Qiang is in. I'm his uncle."
Hearing such impolite words, the young nurse raised her head unhappily and was instantly trembling with fear.
"Wait... wait... wait a minute... let me... let me check... in... in... ward 4... 403..."
Hearing this, the sturdy man nodded, said nothing, turned around and walked inside, the aura emanating from his body becoming increasingly colder.
Only after he walked away did the young nurse heave a sigh of relief, patting herself in front of her and muttering softly.
"Hmph! Why are you so fierce? Who are you showing off your ugly face to? This isn't the first time I've seen a warrior, and this is the first time I've seen one like this. It's as if everyone owes him something..."
On the other side, the sturdy man walked up to the fourth floor. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Zhou Qiang’s class teacher Zheng Di coming forward.
"Brother Zhou, you are finally here! Xiaoqiang is inside."
A moment later, when the strong man Zhou Shang saw the miserable state of his nephew, he almost couldn't help but burst into anger.
After a long while, he suppressed his anger, called Zheng Di away, and found a quiet place to ask for details.
In this regard, Zheng Di naturally chose to tell everything and explain the situation without hiding anything.
The more Zhou Shang listened, the angrier he became, and his rage burned, with a hint of coercion emanating from him.
"Lin Ping'an? An orphan? He's really looking for death! Damn bastard! We can't let him stay!"
On the other side, after Zheng Di felt that breath, his eyes shrank wildly and he couldn't help but ask a question.
"Zhou...Brother Zhou...you have...broken through to the fourth rank...broken through to become a mid-level warrior?"
Zhou Shang nodded and did not deny it.
Seeing this, Zheng Di's eyes rolled rapidly. He was delighted that this bet was correct, but he couldn't help but decide to continue raising the bet.
"Brother Zhou, that little bastard has asked for leave, so he should be at home. I'll try to find his address. By then, you can rub him whether he's round or flat."