CH 12

Chapter 12 – Exchanging Blows

“Lu Sheng, why have you lost so much weight …”

Inside the dressing room, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming were changing into the martial arts gear required for the actual combat class.

Lu Sheng, who took off shirt and pant, displayed a muscular body with clear-cut definitions and lines like that of a cheetah.

He had grown slightly slimmer. This was due to the rapid rise of his BQV when being undernourished.

“I need to trim my hair …”

Lu Sheng looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

His thin and shapely eyes were deep and dark, which occasionally burst out with knife like sharp tinge.

Now, even if he just stood there calmly, he would give people an inexplicable sense of shock.

It made people’s heart go numb, just like when ordinary people encountered tigers and leopards and other beasts in the wild.

This was the result of the increase in the increase of BQV, as well as the absorption of a large amount of memories in the dream, which even Lu Sheng had failed to notice, previously.

“I’ve also grown a bit taller …

Lu Sheng changed into his martial arts uniform and looked at the sleeves and trouser legs that were obviously a tiny bit shorter.

His previous height was 175 cm, in the period of cultivation, his height skyrocketed to nearly 180 cm; the originally fit martial arts clothing felt small now.

After changing clothes, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming walked into the martial arts hall together.

The entire martial arts hall was very large, which was divided into a block of padded field. Each field was equivalent to a practical combat class practice classroom.

They were obviously not the only class to use the hall in this time period, so Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming found their own class venue and quickly walked over.

Everyone sat in a circle around the edge of the field, and a middle-aged man with a robust physique, and muscles that strained his loose martial arts uniform slightly, stood in the middle.

“This is a practical combat class, I hope you have consolidated what I taught you before. The content of the basic combat techniques …”

The teacher of the practical combat class was named Zhong Zhengguo, an official Level 2 Martial Artist, who was said to have been in battle and had fought head-on with a foreign beast.

The huge scar on Zhong Zhengguo’s deliberately bare right arm was the best proof of this.

This is also his most proud possession, having boasted about it more than once to the students in class.

Next, Zhong Zhengguo began to formally explain the use of various combat techniques to the students, and called a boy up to be his sparring partner.

In Lu Sheng’s opinion, these fighting techniques taught by Zhong Zhengguo were simple and crude, and what he learned in his dreams were far more brilliant in many times.

“Every time he asks Yang Yifei to go up, can he not pick from the ordinary students and give them a chance? Damn it!”

Lu Sheng suddenly heard a sour complaint from Liu Qiming next to him.

Only then did he notice the boy who had been called up by Zhong Zhengguo to accompany him to practice combat techniques.

The boy’s name was Yang Yifei, his family was well-off, his martial arts performance ranked top in the grade, plus with his handsome appearance, he had a certain popularity even in the school.

Wearing a white martial arts uniform, with Zhong Zhengguo calmly instructing him on the maneuvers, he attracted quite a bit of attention from the girl below—making their eyes peachy with delight.

“You can’t block it even if you are given the chance, even with the force withdrawn, Mr. Zhong’s fist is not something anyone can block.” Lu Sheng glanced at Liu Qiming and said indifferently.

Liu Qiming’s face reddened, and he muttered, “Who let Yang Yifei’s family be so good? He has all kinds of tonics for his meal, I heard that his BQV has almost reached 1.2 …”

Liu Qiming looked unconvinced, as he would be able to do better than Yang Yifei if given the same environment and resources as him [Yang Yifei].

Lu Sheng did not talk to him again, just calmly watched the demonstration of Zhong Zhengguo and Yang Yifei.

On the surface it looked like he was listening carefully, but in fact Lu Sheng was pondering about the details of his scholarship.

And how he could raise the matter with the teacher …

“Well, the demonstration is almost done. Next, I’ll call up two students to spar; I’ll guide separately.”

Zhong Zhenguo ended the drill and casually greeted Yang Yifei beside him, “Yang Yifei you don’t go down, find another person to practice with you.”

“Yes.”

Yang Yifei was insouciant, seemingly used to such special treatment long ago.

“Is there any student who is willing to come up and have a spar with Yang Yifei?”

Zhong Zhengguo asked loudly, and wherever his gaze landed, students did their best to go unnoticed or dodged his eyes.

“No one?”

Zhong Zhengguo frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied.

Every time he talked about actual combat practice, these students cowered, like ostriches, and wanted to bury their heads in the ground, so how could he teach them?

Many people privately talk about how he was biased towards the top students in the class.

These people did not really think before passing such comments, because every time such occasions came up, except for the top students like Yang Yifei, how many people dare to come forward to accept his guidance?

Many people liked to complain about the lack of opportunities, but they did not understand that the opportunity slips away because of their repeated retreat in the face of it.

Zhong Zhengguo swept his gaze over every student, gradually becoming disappointed in his heart.

Just as he was about to order a random person up, he suddenly met a pair of dark, deep eyes.

“Hmm?!”

Zhong Zhengguo’s eyes lit up, and his gaze landed on a student with calm eyes and a slim body.

In the crowd that had avoided his gaze, someone who dared to look him square in the eye suddenly appeared to be so striking and abrupt.

“Okay, that student, you. You come up and practice with Yang Yifei …”

Zhong Zhengguo pointed at the distinctive student and said loudly.

“Lu Sheng, Teacher Zhong is calling you …”

“Hm?!”

Lu Sheng returned from his thoughts and suddenly realized that he had been asked by Zhong Zhengguo to come up and spar with Yang Yifei.