The next day.
Sunlight stread in through the window.
Fang Qingyu jumped up out of bed like a carp leaping.
His body was in such an energetic state every day that there was no thought of lying in.
He picked up his backpack and headed to the Martial Arts Hall.
"Qingzi~!"
As soon as he arrived at the entrance, Qi Hao shouted from the side.
"You’re here so early?"
Fang Qingyu glanced at the ti.
Just 7:30.
"Ahem, I’ve got so great news to tell you."
Qi Hao pulled Fang Qingyu over to sit on a nearby chair.
"Are you expecting?"
Fang Qingyu suspiciously glanced at his belly.
"?"
"No, idiot!"
Qi Hao laughed and cursed at the sight, then returned to seriousness.
"I’ve joined the Elite Class."
"That’s great, congratulations."
Fang Qingyu knew how long he’d been stuck in the regular class.
He rembered hearing in freshman year that Qi Hao was an official student at a Martial Arts Hall.
He was stuck for three years.
"Hehe, luck is sothing that can’t be stopped when it arrives."
Qi Hao was also very excited.
"You ntioned before that joining the Elite Class depends on talent; what kind of talent? Strength or martial technique?"
Fang Qingyu asked the question again.
He hadn’t had ti to ask Lin Jiao yesterday.
"Uh..."
Qi Hao listened, looking hesitant.
"I can’t really say, but once your strength reaches 300KG, you’ll know."
"?"
"Your strength is 300KG???"
Fang Qingyu looked astonished.
"Ahem."
"I was worried about hurting your confidence before."
Qi Hao looked bashful, but quickly returned to a resentful expression.
Ever since Fang Qingyu joined the regular class, it was actually Qi Hao who felt defeated every day.
"You..."
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu smiled helplessly.
Even if Qi Hao showed 300KG strength, he wouldn’t be discouraged; it would only motivate him more.
But Qi Hao probably didn’t expect that he could advance quickly after joining the regular class.
"So now you’re going to take classes sowhere else?"
Fang Qingyu finished speaking and pointed at the car beside him.
"Yes, I ca today specifically to tell you." Qi Hao grinned mischievously.
"Hehe..."
Fang Qingyu’s mouth twitched.
"Maybe we should delete Feixin; you can just talk to face-to-face when you need sothing."
"No, no, no."
Qi Hao imdiately begged for rcy.
"Actually, I wanted to tell you that all the answers to the questions you asked in high school are in the Elite Class..."
"So, you must co to the Elite Class."
After saying that, Qi Hao left before Fang Qingyu could react, running away quickly.
Leaving Fang Qingyu dumbfounded on the chair.
His mind rapidly replayed mories.
Although he was cured from his brain condition, he couldn’t recall all the questions he asked in high school imdiately...
After a while.
Fang Qingyu mumbled two words.
"Extraordinary...?"
Since crossing into this world.
Fang Qingyu certainly wondered what this world was like.
Whether phenona like cultivating immortality and supernatural abilities existed.
There were no answers found online.
Qi Hao was the wealthiest of the people he knew.
So Fang Qingyu joked about it with Qi Hao before.
At that ti, Qi Hao’s answer was...
He didn’t know, but he’d tell him if he found out.
And now...
Qi Hao clearly had answers.
And they were right in the Elite Class.
"Whew..."
Fang Qingyu stood up, taking a deep breath.
Actually, after seeing Lin Jiao’s might yesterday, the answer beca defined.
So, after hearing Qi Hao’s words.
Fang Qingyu accepted it quickly.
No complex emotions, just a sense of clouds parting to reveal the sky.
The Elite Class.
He was definitely going!
He stood up and walked into the Martial Arts Hall.
The students began arriving for class one after another.
Instructor Zheng stood in the regular class area, and as soon as Fang Qingyu ca in, she couldn’t help but focus on him.
"Have you gotten into Baji Fist?"
"Yes, Instructor Zheng."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
Instructor Zheng heard Fang Qingyu admit it himself, and despite usually keeping a stern face, she couldn’t help but twitch slightly.
There were a good seventy or eighty people in the regular class, and less than half had mastered martial technique basics.
So learned for months, or even years.
That was all quite normal.
But getting into martial technique basics in two days seed very abnormal.
However, rembering what Team Leader Lin had said, Instructor Zheng didn’t ask further, and instead pointed toward the weapon rack and asked.
"What weapon do you want to learn?"
"..."
Fang Qingyu didn’t answer imdiately, instead turning to look at the variety of weapons.
Actually, he had several options he liked in his mind.
The spear, saber, and sword were the most common.
But in modern society, spears were clearly inconvenient to carry.
The sword didn’t seem to fit his style.
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu made his decision.
"A saber still."
"A saber is good, it matches your style."
Instructor Zheng nodded in agreent, then walked over to the dedicated saber rack.
"But there are many types of sabers; what kind do you want to learn?"
"Uh..."
This stumped Fang Qingyu.
He only thought sabers suited him better, but he knew nothing about the types of sabers.
Instructor Zheng smiled at this and drew out a saber.
"How about a Horizontal Blade?"
"The blade length is between 70cm to 110cm, capable of performing well even in alley battles, and compared to other longer sabers, it’s more flexible and convenient, matching your style of wide-open moves."
"Sure."
Fang Qingyu had no objections.
Instructor Zheng’s suggestions so far aligned well with him.
Like Baji Fist.
"Alright, but like learning fist techniques, before formally practicing martial techniques, you need to practice the basic moves of the saber."
Instructor Zheng said, then drew out an unsharpened Horizontal Blade.
"Let demonstrate it once."
Fang Qingyu held the blade and stepped aside, feeling a sense of freshness, like when he first practiced fist techniques.
"The basics of Horizontal Blade consist of 13 forms."
"Including Head Wrapping, Slicing Blade, Wiping Blade, Blocking Blade, Chopping Blade, Cloud Blade...."
Instructor Zheng wielded the horizontal blade, demonstrating in the field, and wherever the blade light reached, it brought a sense of sharpness to Fang Qingyu standing several ters away.
"How was it?"
After the Thirteen Forms demonstration ended.
Instructor Zheng twirled the blade and looked at Fang Qingyu.
"Shall I demonstrate it once for you?"
Fang Qingyu asked while holding the blade.
"Sure."
Instructor Zheng stepped aside for Fang Qingyu.
This saber technique seed a bit difficult.
Fang Qingyu had been observing using Dragon Sting Breath, but no activation information regarding basic knife skills had popped up.
So he could only practice once and let Instructor Zheng see where he went wrong.
The first form: Head Wrapping, with the blade tip hanging down, bending the blade along the left shoulder, back past the right shoulder, using the blade’s back to exert force.
The second form: Covering Head, exerting force opposite to Head Wrapping.
Slicing Blade: holding the blade vertically from overhead, slicing straight down with the arms aligned with the blade, force through the blade’s middle.
"Incorrect."
Instructor Zheng suddenly walked over as Fang Qingyu reached the third form.
"You’re too rigid; basic knife skills are ant to enable you to draw the blade at various angles in any situation, not rigidly sticking to one trick."
"Start over from the first form!"
Instructor Zheng’s tone beca unintentionally heavy as she beca serious.
She began correcting Fang Qingyu’s mistakes from scratch.
Soon, a new entry popped up on the diagram.
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