"The martial arts college entrance examination has always consisted of three parts: physical fitness, willpower, and combat skills."
"There's not much to say about physical fitness. The most important data to be tested are explosive power and instantaneous speed. As for other things such as the resilience of the meridians and the strength of the bones, although they will be tested together, those data only have a minimum standard that everyone can basically meet."
"The questions for the 'willpower' and 'combat skills' sections are different every year, set directly by the martial arts department. No one knows the questions until right before the exam..."
The armored vehicle lurched slightly as it moved at a moderate speed through the restricted area where the weather was extremely chaotic.
At first, I was quite interested in observing the outside environment through the car window, but after a while, I realized that I couldn't see anything except hail and sandstorms, so I lost interest.
At this moment, Ouyang Fei was sharing his knowledge of the martial arts college entrance examination with Shen Qian.
"Last year's willpower test involved visualizing a painting, with the time spent in the process being the scoring standard. The practical test, on the other hand, was conducted on a simulator, with scores based on factors such as the degree of mastery of martial arts techniques."
At this moment, a girl with short hair and slightly sharp features suddenly spoke up and joined their conversation.
"Gu Zifang, the top girl at No. 1 High School," Ouyang Fei introduced Shen Qian.
"Hello," Shen Qian greeted him, without bothering to introduce himself again.
"You really defeated Wang Shuo?" Gu Zifang stared at Shen Qian.
"He was injured at the time and couldn't exert his full strength. I guess I got lucky." Seeing that everyone in the armored vehicle had perked up their ears, Chen Qian simply raised his voice a little to avoid being asked again later.
"You're quite honest. If you said you defeated Wang Shuo head-on, I definitely wouldn't believe you... How about we have a fight when we get to the provincial capital?" Gu Zifang's eyes were burning.
Shen Qian clearly saw that several other people also had eager expressions on their faces.
"We'll see."
He was not very interested in the matter, but since the others did not mean any harm, he could only give a vague answer.
“A grown man either does it or he doesn’t. Besides, what’s the point of saying that?” Gu Zifang raised an eyebrow.
“Sister A is right, if you’re going to fight, then fight. Stop dawdling, we’re all in line!” another boy wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School laughed.
"Sister A?" Shen Qian was somewhat confused by Gu Zifang's nickname.
"Cough cough." Ouyang Fei frantically gave Shen Qian meaningful glances.
"Stop winking and making faces, isn't that the nickname you guys gave me?"
Gu Zifang shrugged. Seeing Shen Qian's puzzled expression, she pointed to her chest expressionlessly. "Look here... Do you understand?"
He looked down before sinking in... cough cough cough, okay.
He then casually looked away.
“Before I left, I figured the people in this carriage probably had the same thoughts, so I’ll just say it for them.”
Gu Zifang didn't care about Shen Qian's gaze. She leaned forward a little and said seriously, "We didn't know you before. You suddenly appeared like this and it seems like you've trampled us underfoot. At least I'm not convinced, and neither are they."
"Since you didn't defeat Wang Shuo fairly, then fight us. You're the 'Light of Jingcheng' now, at least illuminate our path first, right?"
"What is your strength?" Seeing that the other party was straightforward, Shen Qian asked directly.
"If we're talking purely about combat strength and not realm, I'm at the peak of the Initial Martial Artist level. Ouyang Fei is a little behind me, but not by much. The other seven people here are basically between the fourth and eighth stages of the Initial Martial Artist level..."
Gu Zifang didn't hide anything and directly told Shen Qian about the strength of the nine people, and also introduced their names.
Shen Qian was somewhat surprised to hear this.
He hadn't expected that after two rounds of admissions, Jingcheng would still have so many geniuses left. Any one of them could probably be chosen by one of the four top universities.
Judging from her apparent talent, Gu Zifang has even surpassed Ding Yi in terms of ability.
"We all had our reasons for not leaving early. Some wanted to compete for the top score, some were persuaded to stay by the school, and some were waiting for other opportunities..."
As if sensing what Shen Qian was thinking, Ouyang Fei offered an explanation.
He nodded, no longer dwelling on it... He hadn't left, had he?
"So, can we fight or not? Give me a straight answer!" Gu Zifang pressed.
Shen Qian glanced at the nine people who were all looking over and began to calculate in his mind.
"What, are you still thinking about who to fight first?" Ouyang Fei laughed when he saw Shen Qian pondering. "Since we want to fight you, you decide the order."
“That’s right, you can fight whoever you want first, even if you don’t let us watch.” Another boy named Chen Peng said confidently with a smile.
"Oh, it's alright, we'll satisfy you once we get to the provincial capital."
After regaining his senses, Chen Qian didn't argue, but just smiled and said...
“Alright, no matter the outcome, I’m definitely going to be your friend!” Gu Zifang said generously. “If you have time in the provincial capital, I’ll treat you to a meal at Jiutian Pavilion. You can order whatever you want.”
"Sister A is so generous!" Ouyang Fei and the others all gave her a thumbs up.
"Nine Heavens Pavilion?" Shen Qian asked.
"You've never been to the provincial capital?" Ouyang Fei was taken aback at first, then remembered Shen Qian's background. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright, I am indeed a bit unsophisticated and lack knowledge, there's no need to hide that," Shen Qian said nonchalantly.
He had already discerned from their clothing and manner of speaking that these nine people were all from wealthy families, and even their accents carried a distinct northern flavor.
With his current mindset, he would be completely unmoved by such a thing.
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