Meng Chuan didn't mind. The main reason for coming today was to be able to attend martial arts classes with the second-year students in the future.
The Martial Arts Dojo has a Wooden Stake Area, where practicing body technique proficiency increases faster, and it's also convenient to find people to spar with for real combat, quickly improving fist skill proficiency.
Zong Ping wasn't indulging Qi Fei, immediately putting on the sensing device.
"Stop pretending! Get in line, damn it!"
Qi Fei just crossed his arms and sneered:
"Alright, alright, you go ahead."
[Testing begins]
Zong Ping lowered his waist and slightly bent his back, holding one hand at his side in a tiger claw position, ready to unleash power.
"Interesting, this yellow-haired guy is a good target for practicing punching."
From Zong Ping's starting stance, Meng Chuan could tell that unlike Wang Yue's superficial Tiger Form, this guy had real skills.
[Qi and Blood Value 7.18, entered the third stage]
"Damn, this young man!"
The watching second-year martial arts students were extremely shocked. With such strength in first year, shouldn't all the major martial arts schools be vying to recruit him? Why would he come to Ping'an Middle School?
Meng Chuan also didn't want to wait any longer and directly stepped forward to take the sensing device from Zong Ping's hand.
"Qi Fei, right? You keep settling in; I'll test first."
Cannon Fist is a Xingyi boxing technique, completely different in starting posture from Elephant Form Fist's Tiger Form.
Meng Chuan took a half step forward with his right foot, crossing both hands straight at his abdomen, right hand outside, left hand inside, palms facing inward.
Then both arms rotated outward, elbows bent to form fists at the waist, fists facing up, channeling qi and blood into his forearms, unleashing with a forceful punch.
[Please remove the sensing device]
[Qi and Blood Value 7.47, entered the third stage]
As the machine emitted the test completion tone, the room fell silent.
All eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan.
Shock, astonishment, disbelief... Various emotions gathered together.
Someone murmured:
"Wasn't he only supposed to know Child's Fist? Is the machine broken?"
Some sharp-eyed students had already noticed the truth:
"It's not broken, his Cannon Fist attainment might be close to perfection."
"Wow, this guy is terrifying!"
"Second Uncle wasn't lying."
Though Zong Ping had a jumpy personality, facing a peer with even higher qi and blood values, he also cupped his fists in praise:
"You're impressive, brother. Let's have a real combat match on the ring later."
He now believed his Second Uncle's words that this guy called Meng Chuan really had some skills.
Meng Chuan cupped his fists in return to Zong Ping:
"No problem, I've long wanted to experience the essence of the Tiger Form."
The Hu family brothers were also full of surprise, thinking that having someone like Zong Ping in the first year was already formidable, not expecting there were more experts.
Qi Fei stood there awkwardly, having practiced Fierce Tiger Fist last week and feeling some progress, he just tested his qi and blood at 6.82.
He'd just told those two to settle in, but now if he went up to test, wouldn't he be laughed at?
"I guess only Brother Qi can subdue these two."
"Go on, Brother Qi, you're our second year's last pride!"
Only Qi Fei hadn't tested his qi and blood yet, and everyone urged him:
"Yeah, Brother Qi, hurry up."
With everyone watching him, Qi Fei had no choice but to walk up to test with a grim face.
[Qi and Blood Value 6.78, entered the third stage]
Qi Fei cursed his bad luck, not even matching his previous week's test values. Maybe it was because he only threw one punch and the values fluctuated.
Seeing this, Zong Ping laughed heartily:
"Huh? Xiaofei, hitting at ninety percent strength?"
The others looked at Qi Fei's sour face and chose to keep silent, not wanting to provoke him at this moment.
Qi Fei thought to himself:
"The qi and blood differences aren't too big. I'm a year older with more combat experience.
The ring matches are where I can reclaim my pride, especially against that yellow-haired guy!"
Principal Zong finally arrived, making his way to the grade director:
"What's the result of the test? How many have surpassed three?"
"Including Zong Ping and Meng Chuan from the first year, a total of 16 students have qi and blood values over four."
"Our school is currently on a rapid path of martial arts development!"
"The number of second-year students surpassing the third stage in qi and blood has increased by 50% compared to the same period last year!"
The director was eager for progress and continued after a pause:
"And Zong Ping and Meng Chuan, they truly are... Principal, you've indeed got a keen eye for talent!"
The principal's interest was piqued; he knew his nephew's level well, but Meng Chuan's qi and blood strength was unknown to him.
He had Meng Chuan take the second-year exam mainly because of his improvements in national boxing.
"What's Meng Chuan's qi and blood value?"
"7.47."
"Say that again, please!"
The director loudly repeated to the principal.
Principal Zong muttered to himself:
"From this test, we've really found an extraordinary talent."
Though astonished by Meng Chuan's qi and blood strength, being someone experienced, the principal quickly composed himself.
"Those with values over three, step forward, draw lots at the ring to determine your opponents, and determine the top three."
With that, Meng Chuan followed the crowd to the ring area, thinking as he walked:
"Including me, there are 16 contestants, most just barely surpassing 4 points for the numbers,
need to be cautious of the Hu family brothers and Qi Fei, but most importantly that yellow-haired guy called Zong Ping."
"This is also technically my first competition, must make a good start, give it my all to bring back a first place!"
The draw results for the first round came out quickly, and Meng Chuan's opponent had a qi and blood value of 4.32, just entering the third stage.
The principal stood in the center of the ring, cleared his throat with a cough, and waved his hand:
"The match begins!"
The unknown opponent across from Meng Chuan was on high alert; the qi and blood gap made him lose courage before the fight even started.
Seeing that the opponent hadn't moved, Meng Chuan politely reminded:
"I'm coming, be careful, Senior."
Meng Chuan used Inch Step to advance, reaching his opponent in just a few steps.
Then came a plain and straightforward straight-arm Cannon Fist, with a crisp sound emanating from the fist wind, containing the hidden force of Ming Strength.
Meng Chuan's attack wasn't at full speed or strength, just a probing strike.
The opponent had a chance to dodge, but perhaps intimidated by Meng Chuan's aura, he raised his hands to take it head-on.
The enormous pressure closed in on his face, the sound of the wind coming before the fist!
"It's over!"
The opponent astonishingly closed his eyes on stage, and Meng Chuan wanted to hold back but it was too late.
In the split second before disaster, the principal stepped in, intercepting Meng Chuan's punch.
With a crisp explosive sound, the opponent almost collapsed to the ground.
Principal Zong looked displeased, shouting:
"Are you looking for death? Why are you closing your eyes on the ring!"
"Next group!"
Though Meng Chuan's performance was unexpected, many other students' performance was truly lackluster.
They didn't know whether to dodge or defend when under attack, just randomly executing boxing manual moves.
Seeing this, the principal thought to himself:
"We need far more of these student sparring sessions in the future.
Qi and blood values are just the entrance to Martial Arts University, but it's the fists and feet that will ultimately show true skill!"