The club competition doesn’t last all day.
At five in the afternoon, the student activity center closes its doors, and all students exit the arena.
Many are still supporting injured people.
This is also a feature of the club competition.
It’s not about individual ability; it’s about testing the club’s strength.
No matter how strong one person is, you can’t fight for a week straight.
Once injured.
The rest of the club needs to take your place and battle other clubs.
In other words.
The club is a whole.
Even the most outstanding individual ability can’t withstand alone.
Of course.
There are exceptions to everything.
After leaving the student activity center, Amamiya Sei was surrounded by a group of club mbers.
Not for anything else.
The enthusiastic club mbers wanted to treat him to a al to welco the club president.
After all, they had lost for several consecutive days.
Now that Baiyu won as soon as he arrived, it really boosted morale.
"Next ti, next ti I’ll definitely join the gathering. You guys go back and rest first, there’s another club competition tomorrow."
With great difficulty, Baiyu finally managed to decline everyone.
Finally.
He led Oda Qianren, ng Siyu, Gan Yuhan, and Jiang Xi to the Kendo Club’s base: a renovated warehouse.
The five sat seriously at a round table.
"You all tell , the club competition, what exactly are the benefits of this ranking? If the benefits aren’t much, we won’t fight for it."
Baiyu asked.
The four looked at each other.
Finally, Oda Qianren spoke: "Brother Yu, actually, the club competition itself doesn’t have any substantial rewards.
However.
The top fifty clubs in the rankings can receive extra GPA points for their mbers at school every month.
The higher the ranking, the more GPA points.
So the seniors have also set a limit on the number of club mbers, up to thirty people at most.
Many top clubs even have just over ten people.
The vacant spots are sold to other students who lack strength, to earn more benefits.
So there’s definitely a big pie in the club section."
Oda Qianren and the others, after being at Wuda for a few months, have seen the survival mode here.
In a few words.
Survival of the fittest!
As long as no one gets killed, even if classmates are injured or maid.
Exchanging interests, taking on tasks for others, are all unspoken school rules.
"There’s such manipulation?"
Baiyu was completely unaware of the depth of the club’s workings.
"Yes, these rules are allowed by the school. Although not on the surface, as long as you do them in school and aren’t punished, it ans it’s tacitly approved."
Qianren held a small notebook and said:
"If we can get a good rank next, we can aim for the top fifty in the next club competition and enjoy subsidies. That way, our club will also attract sophomore seniors to join, and our strength will get stronger."
"Can’t we do it in this competition?" Baiyu asked.
Qianren shook his head: "Our ranking is too low now, even if we win the Karate Club today, we’re still stuck in the 190s.
To enter the top fifty.
We need at least fifteen consecutive wins, or even twenty, in the upcoming matches.
You know.
Currently, apart from Jiang Xi and you, President, our combat strength isn’t enough to compete with those higher-ranking clubs."
Not unable to compete, completely getting thrashed, okay.
Baiyu thought to himself.
He looked around.
There were many Tier Nine Martial Artists in the club. Clearly, they’re mid to lower tier among the freshn.
"I’ve made so breakthroughs in cultivation recently, might give it a try."
Baiyu thought for a mont and said: "You ntioned it, now I want to see just how high we can climb. But you all should start screening mbers.
If we’re running this club, we only want the elite.
Cultivation being low is not a problem.
As long as they are hardworking and willing to put in effort, it’s acceptable.
We need to clear out those who just sit idle in the club, and new recruitnt should be strict, who managed this previously?"
The group looked towards Jiang Xi.
She had just untied her bandages, and her two hands were busy with a roast rabbit.
Seeing everyone’s eyes.
She nodded cluelessly, mouth full, and said, "So basically, no deadweight?"
"Yes, better keep that in mind."
Baiyu had no way with this foodie and continued: "Those who join our club later, I have so easy tasks to earn cultivation resources. They can do them at Lijiang Shelter.
This also counts as so welfare for club mbers."
Everyone didn’t know what work Baiyu was talking about.
But they all understood that he had many connections and wide reach.
"I heard that the top ten in the club competition get a chance for a core mber to enter the Endless World."
At this ti.
ng Siyu, who hadn’t spoken all this while, said.
Upon hearing this news, Baiyu’s eyes moved: "That world we entered in the enrollnt competition?"
"Yes."
ng Siyu said: "This is info from my family, there are many things in the Endless World that can enhance us."
Endless World.
One of the S Level Sealing Objects owned by Celestial South Martial Arts University.
In this world, Baiyu and Jiang Xi first encountered the demon, so they maintained intense interest in it.
"Then we need to strive for the top ten in this club competition."
Jiang Xi put down the roast rabbit in her hand.
"But right now, our club’s combat strength is left with only you and the President, Gan Yuhan and ng Siyu were both injured today..."
Qianren looked a bit worried.
"Let’s take it one step at a ti, maybe the President is much stronger than we thought?"
Jiang Xi looked at Baiyu with a half-amused gaze.
...
The eting ended.
Baiyu walked out of the renovated warehouse, planning to check on Ning Qian in the faculty residential area, but he was stopped by soone at the entrance.
Qiu Shouzheng.
Yi Xian’s only old student under her.
A third-year student.
In terms of seniority, he is Baiyu’s upperclassman.
"Junior Bai, the teacher happened to send to find you. This afternoon you made a great impression at the student activity center, really opened my eyes."
Qiu Shouzheng said with a laugh.
"Senior Qiu, you’re overpraising , it was just a narrow victory." Baiyu replied.
"It wasn’t just a narrow win, Junior Bai must have obtained the thod to compress Blood Qi from the Ancient Martial Artists with our teacher, right?
Eight thousand calories of Blood Qi as a Tier Eight Martial Artist, truly astonishing."
Qiu Shouzheng said.
Baiyu couldn’t quite figure out what he ant, this senior gave him a feeling of being enthusiastic yet sowhat odd.
It seed deep down, he harbored hostility towards Baiyu.
So Baiyu didn’t trust this senior very much.
While both were complinting each other, there was not a single word of sincerity.
Thus.
The two of them arrived together at Yi Xian’s underground laboratory.
She was conducting an experint on a Magic Energy Engine, constantly attempting to build Blood Qi communication circuits on a set of crimson armor.
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