MTLNOVEL Chapter 175: Simulation: It's Him
In the virtual combat room, Su Jie's greatest gain was not a longing for the miraculous technology of the combat room, but an understanding of history's sediment from that old man.
Jos pursed his lips; he could not, like Su Jie, converse with an old man and draw out so much wisdom.
However, this did not prevent him from admiring Su Jie.
Su Jie was indeed a man of great ability!
Afterward, the two strolled around for a while before heading to the sports hall to be assigned to their classes.
The sports hall was located in the southern part of the entrance to the education zone, an elliptical column-shaped building, very spacious inside, probably a kilometer wide, already packed with people, and more kept entering from outside.
It was peculiar, indeed.
In the training class, there were many foreigners and fewer Asian faces; however, among the formal students, there were fewer foreign faces and more from Asia.
Of course, Asian faces were generally harder to distinguish, but Huaxia people made up the vast majority.
Still, whether they were Huaxia or foreign, they all got along well, not clearly divided into two distinct groups, only their appearances were distinct.
Moreover, the foreigners who managed to get into Minglun Martial School spoke Mandarin quite fluently and had a deeper understanding of Huaxia culture, at least more than ninety-five percent of the countrymen present.
As for whether there were spies?
As soon as Su Jie thought of this, he cast it aside; even if there were, it was not his concern, and after all, Minglun was guarded by a "divine" entity, nearly omniscient and omnipotent.
What kind of spy would dare to come here?
It was akin to seeking death.
"Next, we will conduct tests and then assign you to your classes."
Zhao Xinglong and Cao Jingjing walked out from a passageway on the side, immediately silencing everyone present, not daring to make the slightest noise.
Behind the two, there were also some senior students.
Among them, Su Jie caught sight of Jiang Wudao.
"It's him!"
Su Jie clenched his fists tightly; apart from repaying his debts to rescue his sister from the Jiang Corporation, this man was an obstacle he must overcome.
Jiang Wudao's attention was entirely focused on Su Jie, naturally spotting him at first glance.
Of course, Jiang Wudao only lingered on him for a second and did not keep staring; it would seem too conspicuous.
"Jiang Wudao, you just looked in that direction for an extra second, didn't you? Who has caught your interest?" Beside Jiang Wudao, a young man with an air of arrogance and a cynical smile asked.
"It's none of your business, Feng Yuxuan." Jiang Wudao was slightly annoyed; this guy was not an easy person to get along with.
"We are all classmates; there's no need to be like this," the young man named Feng Yuxuan said, his smile fading slightly. "Let's have a match when we get back to the inner courtyard."
"I'll be ready to the end."
Jiang Wudao also sneered.
Feng Yuxuan, the eldest son of Feng Shoucheng, the CEO of Feng Corporation, also had a life force of 10. He practiced the Xingyi Fist and had even integrated his own destiny to develop the aspect of Taotie.
Taotie was a ferocious beast!
This guy was one of his formidable competitors!
Besides, Feng Yuxuan had two brothers, Feng Qianzang and Feng Hengyi.
These two also practiced Xingyi Fist and had integrated their destinies to develop the aspects of Pixiu and Yayu.
A family with three ferocious beasts, the Feng Family was a den of iniquity.
And the so-called destiny was essentially one's character combined with their facial features.
The face is the reflection of the heart.
The natures of these three were greedy and tyrannical; coveting what others had, they would try to take it for themselves.
It could be said that the Feng Corporation was far more detestable than the Jiang Family, as untold numbers of people were affected by their rise, accruing an unknowable amount of karma.
Fortunately, the Feng Corporation was not in Minglun City but in the north, with little cooperation with Minglun. Otherwise, Minglun would have had to deal with the Feng Corporation first.
Minglun was upright and could not tolerate any deceit.
If anyone dared to suggest that Minglun had the capacity to "carry a boat in a prime minister's belly," Minglun would dare to open up his stomach and stuff an actual boat inside.
Evil spirits, in Minglun, must always hide in the shadows.
Otherwise, would the Jiang Family have needed such hassle to control someone like Su Chen?
After coming to Minglun, Feng Yuxuan, Feng Qianzang, and Feng Hengyi reined in their characters, but they trained their true natures into their boxing techniques. They showed no mercy during the inner courtyard sparring sessions, and many students who faced them ended up with serious injuries.
Their innate bloodthirstiness just could not be fully concealed.
However, if it were a one-on-one fight, he, Jiang Wudao, still had the upper hand; after all, his mind was broader than the three of them combined. Although he had personal desires, his actions were honorable.
"Heh."
Feng Yuxuan also sneered.
"Zhao Xinglong, do you want to do this, or shall I?" Cao Jingjing had heard the conversation between Jiang Wudao and Feng Yuxuan but said nothing more, instead turning to ask Zhao Xinglong.
"I'll go."
Zhao Xinglong stepped forward, his energy resonating within and lingering: "Now, arrange yourselves in order from shortest to tallest, separating males and females!"
In an instant, the entire field was divided, with men and women quickly separating and lining up in order by height, forming hundreds of rows, each with eighty to a hundred people, likely numbering in the tens of thousands.
Those who were able to be admitted into Minglun Martial School were all geniuses. Perhaps they didn't know each other well, but lining up as instructed was a piece of cake for them.
Zhao Xinglong said, "Next, we will take you into the Taixu Illusory Realm, where you will be tested and sorted into classes. However, unlike the methods you've entered before, this time, it will be your true body that enters!"
No sooner had his voice faded than a dreamy hue descended from the ceiling of the gymnasium, enveloping everyone.
In just a moment, everyone noticed that the surroundings had changed into a much more spacious open-air stadium, filled with spectators of all shapes and colors. It was unclear whether these were virtually created characters or real people.
Afterward, Zhao Xinglong explained the content of the test...
Su Jie noticed that it wasn't much different from the physical education tests in high school; the only difference might be that the equipment here was more precise and there were a few extra events.
Besides, there would be actual combat against older students.
"Seems like I understand why Jiang Wudao came here, probably to teach me a lesson, maybe because I beat his younger cousin Jiang Wuxing." Su Jie speculated.
This Jiang Wudao, a bit petty.
Or is this a common affliction among families?
As an individual or a family of three, one doesn't feel much about a clan, but to a large corporation or a big family, family honor is paramount.
It is about face, as well as the capital for standing in society, and for cooperation or confrontation with other families.
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This startled the student.
Zhao Xinglong explained, "This is to help you adapt to external environments. Being undisturbed by praise or insult is the state of mind of the truly accomplished."
The student: "..."
"Alright, now you, pick one from these thirty-six seniors and undergo actual combat training," Zhao Xinglong said as he pointed to Jiang Wudao, Feng Yuxuan, and others.
The student shivered: "Their life forces are all above 2, right?"
"Don't worry."
Zhao Xinglong said, "In this Taixu Illusory Realm, their life force will be suppressed to the same level as yours, at most their stamina will be slightly better. Go on, the battlefield is the central playground."
"Then, how do we judge the winner?" The student, upon hearing that the seniors' life forces would be suppressed to the same level as his, gained some confidence.
"Aside from not being able to admit defeat, being pushed out of the playing field, or losing the ability to fight, both count as a loss."
Zhao Xinglong's gaze was stern: "This concerns your class assignment. If you exhibit talent, you might even be taken directly into the inner courtyard for training. If not, you'll have to slowly improve in the outer courtyard and then either graduate and leave, or retest for the inner courtyard."
This was an opportunity to rise to the heavens in a single step!
Su Jie had already clenched his fists!
Jiang Wudao, since you're here, then let me defeat you right here!
The student chose a rather slim senior sister for the confrontation, but her experience was indeed very rich, with no superfluous movements, she had him spinning in circles.
In the end, the student was left unable to fend for himself until the fight concluded.
And after the fight ended, a white stream of light descended from the sky, healing his injuries in an instant.
However, the student looked back at the senior sister with a trace of fear.
Zhao Xinglong shook his head and continued to arrange for others to be tested. To save time, they even tested in groups of a hundred for the initial stages.
For both parties, with strong minds and mental power, remembering data was not a concern.
Not until Su Jie's name came up did both of them take special note.
Zhao Xinglong clearly remembered that a year ago, it was during the summer training camp that Su Jie learned his Eight Extremes Thunder Fist—a young man with extraordinary talent.
And Cao Jingjing had heard about him from her father, after all, Su Jie and Cao Yi had crossed paths.
"A life force of 1.6, you are very talented."
Cao Jingjing crossed her arms and evaluated Su Jie, who had just completed the preliminary test, mirroring what her father had said – he indeed had traces of Wang Chao about him.
"Thank you for the compliment, instructor," Su Jie replied with neither servility nor overbearing.
"Make your choice, which one will you pick?" Zhao Xinglong pointed at the thirty-six seniors who were all prepared to fight and slowly said, "After making your choice, go to line up."
"Um, could I ask why there are so few seniors?" Su Jie wondered, with thirty-six individuals to face off against thousands of new students in what seemed like continuous bouts – wouldn't they be exhausted?
"Thirty-six is enough," Zhao Xinglong explained. "They are all at the Great Meditation or Stable Realm level, with life forces between 7 and 10. Their stamina is beyond what you can imagine."
"You will naturally learn about these things later, but now—"
"Have you decided who you will challenge?"
Su Jie pointed to Jiang Wudao, who had just punched another student in the arm: "Him."
"Jiang Wudao!"