《High Martial Arts: Unmatched in Reality - Ascending Beyond the Game》 Ch-1:Yogan, Do You Know How to Play Games? The sun blazed in the sky, and the hot wind swept across the land. The massive training ground was lined with dense willow trees, their shadows providing slight relief to the boys and girls practicing under them. Each movement followed a specific breathing rhythm. With every breath, faint light seemed to ripple across their bodies, but it would flash away in an instant, leaving only a fleeting impression. "Ugh, I failed again." "This basic breathing method is too hard to master..." Disappointment and frustration were etched on the faces of many students as they opened their eyes. Beneath their sighs, a deep helplessness lingered. After exchanging discouraged glances, their eyes naturally turned toward the three figures sitting at the front of the group. The trio¡ªa burly boy, a slender boy, and a girl¡ªradiated faint light that didn''t dissipate even with the passage of time. Their calm control over the breathing technique was a stark contrast to the struggles of their peers. The girl wore a light blue martial arts uniform, her long ponytail resting elegantly on her shoulder. Her pale skin glowed softly in the filtered sunlight, and her delicate features made her stand out. But as three minutes passed, a frown marred her face, and the faint light surrounding her slowly faded. With visible fatigue, she opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw the burly boy beside her open his eyes at the same time. They exchanged glances, both seeing the same unwilling determination reflected in each other''s gaze. "Three minutes... still not enough," she murmured, her voice laced with frustration. Clenching her right hand tightly, she didn''t care that her nails dug into her palm. "Yogan, I won''t lose to you!" thought the burly boy silently, his teeth gritting as he stared at the third figure ahead. At the forefront of the group, Yogan sat cross-legged. His calm face showed no signs of strain, even as the strong light flowing over his body continued to shine steadily. Five minutes passed before Yogan opened his eyes. A faint dissatisfaction flickered across his face. "The basic breathing method promoted by the Ministry of Education is simple and easy to learn, but that''s also its greatest flaw¡ªit''s too generic," Yogan thought, silently critiquing the technique. If he wanted to become a first-class warrior and gain admission to a prestigious martial arts university, he would have to work twice as hard. Compared to second-generation warriors and officials, who had abundant resources at their disposal, the gap between them was immense. "Yogan, how do you do it?" the burly boy, Mitchell, asked with genuine curiosity, breaking Yogan''s train of thought. "You lasted eight minutes and didn''t look tired at all!" Mitchell''s sincerity was evident, and even the girl, Lara, leaned in slightly, pretending not to listen while clearly paying attention.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Yogan smiled faintly. "Let me ask you this first: what do our teachers usually emphasize during practice?" Mitchell scratched his head, thinking hard before answering. "They always say the key to mastering the breathing method is the word ''quiet.'' Abandon distractions, empty your mind, and focus on your breathing and body." "Alright, but what''s your personal understanding of it?" Yogan asked, his tone calm. "My own understanding?" Mitchell looked confused. He had always followed the teacher''s instructions to the letter, never questioning them. Why would he need his own interpretation? Despite his confusion, Mitchell remained humble. "Yogan, just tell me¡ªhow did you manage it?" Lara''s eyes narrowed slightly as she moved closer. She could sense that Yogan was about to reveal something important. "My method might not work for you," Yogan began, his voice steady, "but I''ll share it anyway." He noticed Lara''s subtle movements but paid them no mind. "In my opinion, ''quiet'' doesn''t mean sitting still, and abandoning distractions doesn''t mean thinking about nothing." He paused before continuing, "Instead of emptying yourself, immerse yourself." "Immerse myself? What does that even mean?" Mitchell asked, clearly puzzled. Lara clenched her fists tighter. She could feel the gap between her abilities and Yogan''s widening with each passing moment. "Let me give you a simple example. Do you play online games?" Yogan asked casually. "No," Mitchell admitted. "My parents don''t let me." "Then it''ll be harder for you to understand," Yogan said with a shrug. "When you play a game and become completely immersed, time, space, and everything around you fade away. All that matters is the game. You''re fully focused on it, and nothing else can affect you. That''s the feeling you need to aim for." Before Yogan could elaborate, Mitchell''s eyes lit up with understanding. "I get it now! Yogan, I believe you. Tonight, I''ll convince my dad to let me go to the Internet caf¨¦ downstairs. I''ll spend the whole night there and try to find the feeling you''re talking about!" Yogan nodded approvingly. "A teachable student," he thought to himself. When the training session ended, Mitchell packed his things in a rush and sprinted home, eager to put Yogan''s advice into practice. Meanwhile, Lara walked beside Yogan as they headed home. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips curled into a faint smirk. "Was it really necessary to tease him like that?" she asked. "I wasn''t teasing him," Yogan replied, his tone serious. "I shared my personal experience. Everyone has their own path and method. He asked sincerely, so I couldn''t withhold what I know. Whether he succeeds or not is up to him." "Heh, the genius from the Qianlong Training Camp speaks differently," Lara said with a hint of sarcasm, though her envy was palpable. The Qianlong Training Camp was the pinnacle of martial arts training in Daxia. Only the most gifted students from across the region were invited to participate. During the summer after their high school entrance exams, Yogan had been selected to attend the camp hosted by the Southeast War Zone. "Don''t bring up the past," Yogan said, waving his hand dismissively. He seemed uninterested in the topic. "But those who complete the training camp are usually guaranteed spots in prestigious universities. Why did you¡ª" Yogan''s calm gaze cut her off mid-sentence. "Forget it," Lara said quickly, forcing a smile. "I won''t ask." Their conversation was interrupted by excited chatter nearby. "Check out the headlines! The first second-grade warrior under 16 in the Southeast War Zone has been announced!" "No way! Sixteen years old and already a second-grade warrior? Is that even possible?" "Of course it''s true. The official announcement just came out!" The students around them erupted in astonishment, their disbelief quickly giving way to admiration. As the news spread, it was like a bomb had been dropped into a still lake, causing waves of excitement and envy among the crowd. Far away, in the deepest reaches of the starry sky, Yogan sat in silent meditation. He had just defeated the final boss in Alien Doomsday, the mysterious game he had been transported into. Slowly, he opened his eyes. "Those who dare to offend the human race," he muttered, his voice calm but resolute, "will face punishment¡ªno matter how far they are." Ch-2:Welcome to the End of the Alien Beasts Yogan was a student at the best martial arts high school in Linhai City¡ªLinhai No. 1 Middle School. At just 16 years old and in his second year of high school, Yogan''s progress in martial arts was unmatched among his peers. However, despite his rapid advancements, his current martial arts strength, reliant on the basic breathing method, had yet to push him into the ranks of a first-grade warrior. For now, he was a high-level martial arts apprentice, and while his progress was impressive, there was still a considerable gap between him and the truly elite martial artists. The most talented senior in the third year of high school, it was rumored, had only recently broken through the sixth level of first-grade martial arts. To achieve second-grade martial arts at Yogan''s age would have been nothing short of legendary. This was why Lara, his classmate and self-proclaimed rival, was deeply shaken when she heard a startling piece of news. A girl of the same age had already achieved second-grade martial arts. Lara, who had always regarded Yogan as her biggest competitor, felt as though she''d been struck by lightning. The revelation left her breathless. She quickly pulled out her phone, determined to find out more. "Ye Xinghe, second-grade warrior, Guangning No. 1 Middle School, recommended to Kyoto Shengwu University, participated in the Qianlong Training Camp¡­" Lara read aloud as she scrolled through her phone. Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her disbelief. "Qianlong Training Camp¡­ Yogan, do you know her?" Lara asked, holding up her phone. On the screen was a girl with a cold, stoic expression. Even through the digital image, her eyes shone with a piercing sharpness, like a blade ready to strike. Yogan glanced at the screen and nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah, I know her." Not only did he know her, but he was also quite familiar with her abilities. Ye Xinghe wasn''t just a second-grade warrior; she was also a sword cultivator¡ªone of the most formidable in the entire region. "Then why don''t you look surprised? Doesn''t this news bother you at all?" Lara pressed, her brows furrowing in frustration. She had expected Yogan to show some reaction¡ªanything that hinted at shock or a surge of competitive spirit. "I''m not as easily rattled as you," Yogan replied casually, waving her off as he walked away.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. "Where are you going?" Lara called after him, clearly annoyed by his indifferent attitude. "Internet caf¨¦. To play games," he said, his figure disappearing down the tree-lined path. Lara stomped her foot in irritation. She couldn''t understand how someone could remain so calm after hearing such monumental news. --- Yogan''s life was a mix of simplicity and monotony. Aside from eating and sleeping, his days were divided between attending school¡ªan obligation forced upon him by his family¡ªand indulging in his personal passion: gaming. He was a regular at the Jiemie Internet Caf¨¦. "Single room, two bags of snacks, and a bottle of water," Yogan said as he approached the counter. "Got it," the network administrator replied with a sweet smile. She was used to seeing Yogan around and had come to recognize him as a frequent customer. After logging his information and handing him a network card, she added a friendly wink. Yogan chose this particular caf¨¦ for three reasons: the environment was quiet, the staff were friendly, and most importantly, the equipment was top-notch. As a high-level martial arts apprentice, his heightened senses and reflexes meant that even the slightest lag in a gaming setup could ruin his experience. Here, everything ran smoothly, and he could immerse himself in the game without distractions. His game of choice was Alien Invasion, a cutting-edge title that combined the latest 3D VR projection technology with an intense storyline based on real-world events. Yogan had been hooked on the game for months, squeezing in time between school and other obligations to progress through its challenging levels. Tonight, he was finally set to face the final boss. --- Two hours later, Yogan leaned back in his chair, pulling off the VR headset with a sigh. He had defeated the boss, but the victory left him feeling empty. The final battle had been challenging, but it lacked the thrill he had been craving¡ªthe kind of rush that made his heart race and his hands tremble. "I hope Alien Invasion 2 does better than this," he muttered, rubbing his temples. Packing up his belongings, Yogan left the private gaming room. As he stepped out, a sudden chill washed over him. "The air conditioning is way too low," he grumbled, pulling his jacket tighter around him. But as he continued walking, something felt¡­ off. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. Towering trees surrounded him, their massive trunks stretching skyward. The familiar walls of the internet caf¨¦ were gone, replaced by rocky terrain and dense foliage. "What the hell¡­?" Yogan spun around, searching for the door he had just walked through. But it had vanished. Instead, a rocky hill loomed in the distance. "Is this some kind of hidden game level? Or¡­ am I dreaming?" Before he could make sense of the situation, a piercing scream echoed through the air. "No¡­ No!" Yogan froze. The voice was human. And it belonged to a woman. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the source of the sound. Years of gaming had taught him one thing: when something like this happens, follow the story. Crossing the hill, Yogan''s breath caught in his throat. Before him lay a city in ruins. The ground was cracked, and skyscrapers lay toppled, their once-proud structures reduced to rubble. The desolation was overwhelming. Blood stained the shattered streets, mingling with the debris of a once-thriving metropolis. Yogan''s mind reeled as he took in the scene. This level of destruction¡­ it was too real. No game studio, no matter how advanced, could create something so detailed and horrifying. As he moved cautiously through the ruins, another scream cut through the silence. "Please¡­ let us go!" The voice was hoarse, filled with terror. Yogan clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay calm. Taking a deep breath, he pressed on, following the sound. The devastation grew worse the further he went. Severed limbs lay scattered among the rubble, and the air reeked of death. His heart pounded in his chest. What kind of catastrophe could have caused such widespread annihilation? Finally, a transparent light curtain materialized in front of him. Yogan glanced at it, his eyes narrowing. [Yogan] Strength: Advanced Martial Arts Apprentice Martial Arts: Basic Breathing Method (80/100) As he processed the strange display, a mechanical female voice spoke in his ear: "Welcome to Alien Beast Apocalypse!" --- The realization hit him like a thunderbolt. This wasn''t just a game anymore. This was real. And he had no idea how to survive it. for more Episodes visit patreon Ch-3:Special Beast, Extreme Escape "Panel? Game?" "Apocalypse of the alien beasts?" Yogan''s eyes widened, his mind swirling with confusion. How could this be possible? A moment ago, the idea of this being a game felt like a stretch, yet here he was staring at a floating panel that seemed all too real. The panel listed his current martial arts strength: Advanced Martial Artist Apprentice. But what truly caught his attention was the progress bar next to the Basic Breathing Method (80/100). "Could this mean I can level up by earning points? Like in a game?" Yogan muttered, narrowing his eyes. The idea was absurd, but the mechanics were too familiar to ignore. "It''ll probably make sense later," he reasoned, dismissing the thought for now. Without further delay, he turned and ran toward the desperate cries echoing through the ruins. --- The broken road stretched endlessly, flanked by the remnants of collapsed buildings. Time and weather had worn them down, leaving jagged edges and deep cracks. Every step Yogan took was accompanied by the eerie silence of a place long abandoned. Finally, he reached a dilapidated two-story structure. The cries came from within. "Let me go¡­" The voice was faint, hoarse, and filled with despair. Yogan could also hear the sickening sound of chewing, making his stomach churn. He ascended the broken staircase cautiously, his senses heightened by years of martial arts training. The air reeked of blood, the stench almost unbearable. As he reached the second floor, the sight before him made his breath catch. --- Corpses littered the floor, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. Blood had pooled and seeped into the cracks of the cement, painting the ground a deep crimson. In the center of the room, a thin woman crawled forward, her face pale and drenched in sweat. Behind her, a hulking figure crouched over a corpse, devouring it with grotesque fervor. The creature''s appearance was both horrifying and surreal. It had the body of a man but the face of a pig, complete with sharp tusks and coarse, bristly hair. Its thick muscles bulged as it tore flesh from the corpse with its fangs.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. "A beast-man?" Yogan thought, his heart racing. He''d read about alien beasts in books, but this creature was far more terrifying than anything he could have imagined. The monster stood up, towering over three meters tall. Its dark eyes gleamed with malice as it stalked toward the crawling woman. Yogan''s breathing quickened. The Basic Breathing Method activated instinctively, gathering energy from the surrounding air and steadying his nerves. The pig-headed creature reached out a clawed hand toward the woman. Yogan acted on instinct. --- A sharp pebble, infused with Yogan''s energy, flew toward the creature''s head. It struck with a loud crack but barely left a mark, only managing to draw its attention. The beast turned, its crimson eyes locking onto Yogan. "Another meal? How delightful!" it growled, its voice guttural and dripping with malice. Yogan didn''t hesitate. He bolted down the stairs, his mind racing. "This thing''s defenses are too strong. Even at full strength, I don''t stand a chance," he thought. His only option was to outsmart it. --- The chase began. Yogan sprinted out of the building, the monster close behind. Its powerful legs propelled it forward in massive leaps, each one closing the distance between them. "Think, Yogan, think!" he muttered, scanning his surroundings. The collapsed streets and crumbling buildings offered little in terms of weaponry. Then his eyes landed on a nearby ten-story building. "It''s risky, but it might work," he thought, clenching his fists. --- Yogan dashed into the towering structure, its walls barely holding up after years of neglect. The interior was dark and filled with debris, but he navigated it with ease. The monster followed, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground with each step. "You can''t escape, little prey!" it roared, its voice echoing through the building. Yogan ignored the taunts. He focused on his plan. Years of playing strategy games had taught him one thing: sometimes, the environment was the best weapon. --- He located a support pillar on the first floor, its concrete cracked and worn. Channeling his energy, he struck it with all his might. The pillar crumbled, sending a tremor through the building. The monster hesitated for a moment, then laughed. "Is that all you''ve got?" it sneered, charging toward him. Yogan didn''t respond. He moved to the next support pillar, repeating the process. --- The building groaned ominously, dust and debris falling from the ceiling. Yogan could feel his muscles burning, his breathing labored. But he couldn''t stop now. The monster, now enraged, tore through walls in its pursuit. "I''ll devour you piece by piece!" it roared, swiping at Yogan with its massive claws. Yogan narrowly dodged, the creature''s claws missing him by mere inches. --- Finally, he reached the last support pillar. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Yogan delivered a powerful blow. The pillar shattered, and the building began to collapse. Yogan sprinted toward the exit, the sound of falling debris and the monster''s enraged screams echoing behind him. He leaped out just as the structure caved in, a cloud of dust and rubble engulfing everything in sight. --- Yogan lay on the ground, panting heavily. His body ached, and his energy was nearly depleted. But he was alive. He stared at the pile of rubble, waiting for any sign of movement. After a few tense moments, there was nothing. "It worked," he whispered, a faint smile forming on his lips. But his relief was short-lived. A loud roar erupted from the rubble, and the debris shifted. The pig-headed monster emerged, battered but very much alive. "Impossible¡­" Yogan muttered, his heart sinking. The creature''s crimson eyes burned with rage as it locked onto him. "You''ll pay for that!" it snarled, charging toward him once more. --- Yogan struggled to his feet, his body screaming in protest. He had no strength left to fight. As the monster closed in, a blinding light erupted from the sky. A figure descended, cloaked in radiant energy. The newcomer landed between Yogan and the monster, their presence exuding overwhelming power. "Looks like you could use some help," the figure said, glancing back at Yogan with a confident smile. Yogan could only nod, his body collapsing from exhaustion as the battle continued. --- To Be Continued¡­ for more Episodes visit patreon Ch-4:Kill the Strange Beast and Return Yogan''s expression remained steady despite the constant crashes behind him. Blowing up an entire building with his own strength was far more challenging than he had anticipated. But now, with the monster''s reckless rampage aiding his efforts, things were finally starting to fall into place. He kept circling the critical support points, each one weakening under the monster''s relentless attacks. Yogan silently hoped that its sheer brute force would deliver the final blow to collapse the structure. Time dragged on. Exhaustion was creeping in, and Yogan''s body was nearing its limit. The tremors shaking the building grew more violent, signaling that the structure''s integrity was hanging by a thread. "This should do it..." Yogan muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the walls around him, now riddled with massive holes. Without wasting a second, he turned and bolted toward the exit, leaving behind a strategically weakened load-bearing wall. Bang! Bang! Yogan''s shoulder smashed into the cracked wall, sending shockwaves through the fragile structure. Crack! The fissures spread like spiderwebs, disintegrating the last critical support. Yet... The towering building stubbornly stood. It swayed and groaned but refused to collapse entirely. "This is ridiculous..." Yogan sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He had accounted for the possibility of failure, though. At least his efforts had bought enough time for the woman to escape. As for himself... The thought of the monster''s disgusting maw gnawing on his flesh made his stomach churn. Still, he refused to surrender to despair. Turning on his heel, Yogan sprinted toward a nearby building, determined to make one last gamble. Boom! "Boy! Don''t think you can escape me!" The pigman''s guttural roar echoed as it smashed through the remaining walls in pursuit. But before it could advance further, violent tremors rippled through the building. The weakened structure above began to collapse in on itself, raining debris like a vengeful storm. Crash! The deafening sound of the collapse reverberated through the ruins. Dust and rubble filled the air, blanketing the area in chaos. From a safe distance, Yogan finally allowed himself a relieved chuckle. "Guess I got lucky this time." He sank to the ground, his legs trembling from exertion. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind a bone-deep fatigue. Activating the basic breathing method, Yogan began to restore his strength. The technique drew energy from his surroundings, gradually replenishing his blood and vitality.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "This game world is bizarre," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the ruins. "Ruined cities, strange monsters... What kind of madness have I been thrown into?" Despite his exhaustion, Yogan''s mind raced with questions. Information was a priceless commodity in an unfamiliar environment. His survival depended on piecing together the rules of this twisted reality. But before he could recover fully, a disturbing sound shattered his thoughts. From within the rubble, something stirred. A slab of concrete was shoved aside, and a figure began crawling out of the wreckage. Blood-soaked and battered, the pigman emerged, its twisted body defying logic. Its left arm was shattered, the barbs reduced to splinters. The right arm hung limply at its side, dark skin glistening with crimson streaks. Its chest bore a massive dent, likely crushing several ribs. And yet, its eyes burned with undying rage as they locked onto Yogan. "No way..." Yogan whispered, his body tensing. The creature''s vitality was monstrous. Even after sustaining such devastating injuries, it refused to die. Roar! The pigman let out a bloodcurdling scream and leaped toward Yogan, its movements wild and desperate. Its right leg was bent grotesquely, forcing it to hop like a deranged puppet. But the murderous intent in its eyes remained as sharp as ever. "This thing just won''t quit..." Yogan muttered, gritting his teeth. His body moved on instinct, retreating several meters in the blink of an eye. The pigman gave chase, its speed faltering but its determination unyielding. Yogan glanced back at the monstrosity and sighed. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes. "Fine. If you want to play, let''s play." Halting abruptly, Yogan turned to face the beast. The pigman roared triumphantly, mistaking his pause for surrender. Its one good leg stomped the ground with terrifying force, propelling it forward like a bloody cannonball. Yogan''s heart pounded, but his expression remained calm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a jagged steel rod he''d scavenged earlier. The basic breathing method flared to life, enveloping the weapon in a faint, glowing aura. As the beast lunged, Yogan shifted his stance and moved with surgical precision. The steel rod flashed in an arc of black light, piercing through the monster''s chest with a sickening crunch. Thud! The pigman''s momentum carried it forward, slamming into a nearby concrete wall. The force of the impact reduced the wall to rubble. Roar! The beast''s agonized scream filled the air. Blood poured from its wound like a crimson waterfall, staining the ground beneath it. It turned to face Yogan, its movements sluggish but fueled by pure hatred. Step by step, it staggered forward, intent on taking him down with it. But its strength was rapidly fading. With one final, guttural cry, the pigman collapsed. Its massive body hit the ground with a dull thud, twitching weakly before falling still. Yogan waited, his breathing labored. Five minutes passed. When he was certain the monster was dead, he cautiously approached the body. The steel rod was still embedded in its chest. Yogan yanked it free, causing a fresh gush of blood to spill out. As he inspected the corpse, his fingers brushed against something cold. A square card lay hidden beneath the pigman''s flesh. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns, faintly glowing under the dim light. Curious, Yogan activated the basic breathing method and focused his energy on the card. Information flooded his mind. "This... is the Cellular Breathing Method?" Before he could delve deeper into the card''s secrets, a voice interrupted him. "You... you killed it?!" Startled, Yogan turned to see a woman cautiously stepping out from the shadows. Her face was pale and streaked with tears. Her clothes were tattered, exposing patches of bruised skin. Despite her disheveled appearance, her eyes shone with a mix of awe and relief. She stared at the pigman''s corpse in disbelief. "That thing slaughtered over a dozen people... And you... you actually killed it?" Yogan shrugged, wiping the blood from his hands. "Yeah," he replied simply. The woman''s gaze shifted to Yogan, her expression softening. She seemed to sense that he wasn''t a threat. As the tension between them eased, Yogan''s attention was drawn to a sudden notification. A translucent panel appeared before him. [You have killed a Level 1 alien beast. 100 experience points gained.] [Experience points can be used to enhance martial arts skills and improve your realm.] "So, it works like a game after all..." Yogan''s mind raced with possibilities. "If I can gain experience points from killing alien beasts, I can accelerate my growth exponentially. But the real question is... can I bring these changes back to the real world?" Before he could ponder further, a strange sensation washed over him. The ruins around him began to blur and dissolve. The collapsed buildings, the blood-soaked ground, the woman''s face¡ªall of it faded like a fleeting dream. --- for more Episodes visit patreon Chapter 5: Cultivation and Improvement – Cellular Respiration Method "Yogan, Yogan..." A sweet voice called out, pulling him back to reality. When he opened his eyes again, a soft, white hand waved up and down in front of him. It belonged to the network administrator, who wore a puzzled expression. "You''ve been standing at the door of the box for over two minutes¡­ Is something wrong?" she asked. "Uh¡­ No, I was just lost in thought, thinking about the game," Yogan replied with a faint smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to appear casual, then stepped out of the internet caf¨¦. As he walked down the bustling street, Yogan''s thoughts raced. He instinctively tried summoning the strange panel he had seen in the game. To his astonishment, a transparent light curtain appeared before his eyes, visible in the real world. Status Panel [Yogan Strength: Advanced Apprentice Warrior Martial Arts: Cellular Respiration (1%) Available Experience Points: 100] Yogan''s eyes widened. "Not only did the panel come with me, but the cellular respiration method replaced my old breathing technique," he muttered, stunned. He focused on the new breathing method and tried practicing it. Instantly, he felt the energy around him surge toward his body. The surrounding air seemed to thin as it poured into him like a raging tide. In just a few seconds, the ambient energy of the area was nearly depleted. Passersby stopped to stare, some whispering in confusion. Realizing he was drawing attention, Yogan quickly stopped the practice and darted into a quiet alley. Panting lightly, he pressed his back against the wall. "This is incredible," he whispered. "The cellular respiration method at just 1% progress absorbs more energy in seconds than the basic breathing method does in a year!" The implications were staggering. His qi and blood¡ªessential for a warrior''s strength¡ªwere directly linked to how much energy his body could absorb. This method wasn''t just superior; it was revolutionary. Yogan''s lips curled into a smile. "If this is just the beginning, what will happen when I master it?" He couldn''t wait to test it further. That night, Yogan returned to the empty two-story villa he called home. Since his parents'' deaths on the battlefield two years ago, the once lively home had become a quiet shell. He had thrown himself into games to distract from the loneliness. But tonight, things were different. Excitement buzzed through his veins as he stepped into his bedroom. "If the cellular respiration method exists in that world, what else might I find?" he wondered aloud. "Could I uncover skills that defy human limits? Techniques that could even¡­ bring back the dead?" The thought of reviving his parents flickered in his mind, a fragile but burning hope.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. For the first time in years, Yogan didn''t spend his evening gaming or sleeping. Instead, he practiced the cellular respiration method. The room filled with an invisible yet tangible energy as he absorbed the essence of the world around him. The next morning, Yogan woke up feeling stronger than ever. His body was brimming with vitality, his blood surging with power. He checked his status panel. Status Update Strength: First-Grade Warrior Martial Arts: Cellular Respiration (1%) Available Experience Points: 100 "First-Grade Warrior," Yogan murmured, disbelief creeping into his voice. "I''ve been stuck at the advanced apprentice level for months, but now I''ve broken through overnight?" He clenched his fists, feeling the raw power coursing through him. "This breathing method is unbelievable. It''s like cheating!" His grin widened. "If I can bring these gains into the real world, I have to explore that game world further." Later that morning, Yogan strolled into Linhai No. 1 High School. The campus was alive with the chatter of students, but his mind was elsewhere. He barely noticed the stares of admiration from his peers. As the top martial artist in his grade, Yogan was no stranger to attention. But his thoughts were fixated on the game world. If the cellular respiration method was just the beginning, what other treasures and techniques might be hidden there? As he approached his classroom, a commotion at the practice area caught his attention. A group of students rushed toward him, their faces filled with urgency. "Yogan!" called a freckled boy from the front of the group. Yogan stopped and raised an eyebrow. "What''s going on?" "It''s Mitchell!" the boy blurted out. "He got into a fight with Chen Quan in the practice room. Chen blocked him in, and it''s getting bad!" Yogan''s expression darkened. Mitchell was a close friend, but he was only an intermediate martial apprentice. Going up against Chen Quan¡ªa senior ranked second in the entire school¡ªwas sheer madness. "Chen Quan?" murmured a nearby student, his voice trembling. "Isn''t he almost as strong as Jiang Qiuran?" "Yeah, Mitchell''s no match for him!" another whispered. Ignoring the chatter, Yogan''s eyes narrowed. "Let''s go," he said simply, striding toward the practice area. The freckled boy hesitated. "Shouldn''t we call the old class teacher first?" "He''ll hear about it soon enough," Yogan replied without breaking stride. The practice area was crowded with onlookers by the time Yogan arrived. Inside the sparring ring, Mitchell was sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from his lip. Chen Quan stood over him, a sneer on his face. "Had enough, little brat?" Chen taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Next time, know your place." Mitchell struggled to his feet, his fists clenched. "I''m not done yet," he growled. Before he could lunge again, Yogan stepped into the ring. The crowd fell silent as all eyes turned to him. "That''s enough, Chen," Yogan said calmly. Chen Quan''s smirk faltered. "Yogan? This has nothing to do with you." "It does now," Yogan replied, his tone icy. "If you want to pick on someone, try me." The tension in the room skyrocketed. Chen''s eyes narrowed as he sized up Yogan. "Fine," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Let''s see if the so-called prodigy of Grade 2 lives up to the hype." The sparring match began. Chen rushed forward, his fists blazing with energy. But Yogan stood his ground, his body calm and composed. As Chen''s attack closed in, Yogan sidestepped with precision, his movements almost effortless. The crowd gasped as he countered with a single strike to Chen''s chest, sending him stumbling back. Chen''s face twisted with fury. "You got lucky!" he roared, charging again. But Yogan''s focus was unshakable. The cellular respiration method flowed through him, heightening his reflexes and amplifying his strength. Each of Chen''s attacks was met with calculated precision, and each counter left the senior struggling to regain his footing. Finally, with a swift kick to the chest, Yogan sent Chen crashing to the ground. The crowd erupted into cheers as Chen groaned in defeat. Mitchell limped over, his face a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Yogan. I owe you one." Yogan shook his head. "Just be more careful next time," he said, his voice soft but firm. As the crowd dispersed, Yogan couldn''t help but smile to himself. The cellular respiration method had proven its worth once again. But this was just the beginning. There was still so much more to uncover in that mysterious game world. And Yogan was determined to unlock its secrets¡ªno matter what it took. for more Episodes visit patreon ch-6:The Hateful Stealing Dog "Yogan, since you''re a guy, I won''t make things difficult for you, but I must teach Mitchell a lesson!" Bang! Along with the words, a tall figure flew backward, and his back hit the wall at the door of the training room before he stopped. "Chen Quan, are you too domineering!" A delicate voice came from afar, and a ponytail girl in a light blue training suit had a cold face. "The training room isn''t yours, so why can''t others use it?" Across from her, a boy in white crossed his arms and sneered: "I don''t care about other training rooms, but this training room with an energy gathering array is divided according to strength and belongs to me! He opened it without my consent!" A dozen senior high school students stood around the boy in white. They surrounded Lara and Mitchell, and it was clear that they didn''t intend to let them leave easily. At this time, at the door of the training room in front, a girl in a green martial arts uniform, with shoulder-length hair and pretty cheeks, looked at all of this indifferently. Chen Quan glanced at the other girl and saw that she had no intention of attacking, so his momentum grew even stronger. In Linhai No. 1 Middle School, no one except Jiang Qiuran was his opponent. "Today, I will teach you a truth: strength is respected!" Chen Quan crossed his index fingers, gently clenched them, making a crisp sound, and walked toward Mitchell with a bad look. Seeing that the other party was reluctant to give up, Lara''s face was ugly, and she gritted her silver teeth. She looked at the pretty girl next to her and said pitifully: "Senior Jiang, can you..." Before she finished speaking, Jiang Qiuran waved her hand coldly, her voice indifferent: "The training room is indeed divided according to grades. If you have the strength, you can snatch it from Chen Quan. I have no reason to interfere." Seeing this, Chen Quan sneered. There was a faint rise of blood in his body, and the fluctuation far exceeded that of a warrior apprentice; he had reached the level of a first-grade warrior.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. "Bang!" He stepped heavily on the ground and rushed out like an arrow, heading straight for Lara. "Since you want to meddle in other people''s business, I''ll teach you a lesson." With a sneer, he punched the girl in the chest, a sharp gust of wind accompanying the strike. Lara gritted her teeth, raised her arms quickly, and crossed them across her chest, her face solemn. Bang! A huge force came, and she felt that her body could not control the flight backward. "Ah!" She screamed with a pale face in mid-air. Just when she closed her eyes, feeling discouraged and thinking she was going to fall heavily to the ground, a hand supported her back invisibly, easily dissolving the enveloping force. A little air wave passed by, and there were exclamations around. Lara secretly opened her eyes, and when she saw the familiar face, a trace of shame appeared on her cheeks. The other person held her waist with one hand, and his strong arms made her body tremble slightly. "Yogan..." Lara subconsciously stood up from the other person''s arms, feeling the residual warmth on her back, and couldn''t help pursing her lips. Seeing the boy in front of her, who was always calm, Lara''s pale face showed a sense of peace. Yogan nodded but didn''t say anything. He just walked to Mitchell silently and asked: "Aren''t you going to the internet caf¨¦ to book a night? Why are you in the practice room?" Mitchell''s eyes evaded when he heard this. He scratched his head awkwardly and grinned, "My dad said that if I dare to book a night, he''ll break my legs. I... I don''t accept it! So I came to the practice room to book a night..." After saying that, he lowered his head quickly, like a quail. Yogan was speechless. Then, he looked at the boy in white, Chen Quan, and said: "Beat him to death! If you''re tired of beating, you can let me do it." Mitchell, who was standing aside, wanted to cry but had no tears when he heard this. At this moment, even Lara crossed her arms and looked at him unkindly. Stealing dogs is really hateful! Chen Quan was slightly stunned when he saw this. The senior high school students gathered around were also amused. Only Mitchell shrank his head and smiled cautiously. "Okay, you guys go. This won''t happen again." Chen Quan waved his hand, and the fierce momentum that had just been brewing was broken by Yogan''s sudden arrival. He didn''t intend to pursue it further. But just as he was about to turn around, he heard a cold voice from behind. "Mitchell made the mistake first, you can beat him up. Anyway, he''s thick-skinned. But... should you give an explanation for Lara''s injury?" Mitchell, who had lowered his head, heard the words and looked at Yogan with a look of grievance. Seeing this, Lara bit her lips tightly, her pretty face blushed, and she quickly pulled Yogan''s sleeves tightly, whispering in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I... I''m fine, Yogan, you don''t have to stand up for me." She lowered her head, not daring to look at the eyes of the boy next to her, and her ears seemed to be red. Although she usually regarded Yogan as her biggest opponent, at this moment, her heart was a little turbulent. Just as Lara tightly grasped the hem of her clothes with both hands and her mind was full of fantasies, a faint explanation came to her ears: "I just want to find a reason to rob his practice room, don''t get me wrong." As soon as these words came out, the ponytail girl raised her head suddenly, gritted her teeth, and her pretty face was full of resentment and murderousness. --- for more Episodes visit patreon ch-7: Is Powerful! "Just now, I heard you say that the energy gathering array training room is divided according to strength?" Yogan looked at the figure in front of him. "What? You want to fight me?" Chen Quan paused, turned slightly, stared at the handsome boy, and laughed. Although he had been suppressed by Jiang Qiuran for many years, he was still a first-grade fourth-level warrior, and his strength was undoubtedly the second-best in the school. Yogan was said to be very talented and had participated in the Qianlong training camp, but at this time, he was just a high-level apprentice and had not even stepped into the threshold of a warrior. What could he use to fight him? Yogan nodded. He also wanted to see if the energy gathering array could speed up his training progress. Now was a good opportunity. "Since you want to try, then it''s as you wish!" Chen Quan clapped his hands and said with a relaxed expression: "You thought you had participated in the Qianlong training camp and had some talent, so you wanted to challenge me? Today, let everyone see who is better¡ªmy hard work over the past three years or your fragile talent!" Chen Quan''s words were met with cheers from the group around him, as if they had been injected with new energy. Lara and Mitchell also showed solemn expressions on their faces. "Aren''t you embarrassed to talk like this?" Yogan raised his eyebrows, his face full of disgust for the middle school boy. He turned around, feeling the urge to leave. Lara and Mitchell were slightly stunned but didn''t say much. "I said..." A voice came from behind. Chen Quan had a faint smile on his face. "You''ve already angered me... shouldn''t you say, ''Senior, I''m sorry'' before leaving?" As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding training areas seemed to fall silent. Mitchell looked up, his face flushed a little, and gritted his teeth. "This matter started because of me. I''m here to apologize, Brother Yogan, you don''t have to..." "Apologize?" Yogan held his forehead and turned to look at the gloomy Chen Quan. "Can you speak more normally?"The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. "Hehe, since you don''t want to apologize, there''s nothing more to say." Chen Quan nodded impatiently and then stopped speaking. He began walking toward the three of them, step by step. Lara and Mitchell exchanged glances, their bodies subconsciously tensing. They were about to step forward when their eyes met. "Three against one? Just right! Let me see what level the genius who participated in the Qianlong training camp is." "You don''t have to make a move," Chen Quan spoke to the senior high school students next to him. Then his body moved slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The terrifying momentum that emanated from him made Mitchell''s breath catch. A first-class warrior is so terrifying! Seeing this, the other senior high school students around all stepped back a few steps, giving them enough space to fight. "Fight!" A low shout roared from Chen Quan''s mouth. The surging blood and qi rose from his body. He stomped his foot and rushed toward Yogan and the others. "It''s over," Lara''s pretty face was ugly. Her fists were clenched, and her chest rose and fell. Mitchell''s eyes were red. "Fight him." "Haha, you are worthy..." Chen Quan''s mouth corners were slightly raised as he ran, and his domineering voice felt like a cold blade in winter hanging over the hearts of the two. However... The next moment... While the words were still echoing, the two figures collided. "Bang!" The sound was so loud that no one had time to react. They saw a figure flying out like a sandbag. "Chen Quan is so powerful..." The brainless little fans watching nearby were about to cheer. But as soon as the words came out, they suddenly found that the entire first floor of the training room had gone silent in an instant. Then, there was an uproar. "Not...?" "How could it be...?" They stared at the white figure lying on the ground at the end of the corridor, trying to get up. Then their eyes moved to the handsome young man standing in the middle with a calm face. It was just too incredible. Amidst the astonished eyes, Yogan walked toward the other party and said calmly: "Can you speak properly?" Chen Quan thought that the other party was humiliating him, gritted his teeth, his face twisted in anger, and he roared: "Yogan!" As soon as the words left his mouth, a white palm immediately covered his face. "Pah!" The white figure flew out again, then fell heavily to the ground, making a violent scream. Chen Quan covered his swollen cheeks tightly, unwilling to bow his head. On the other side, at the door of the No. 1 training room, Jiang Qiuran''s beautiful eyes widened as she stared at Yogan''s figure. She was in full disbelief. It was just an ordinary fight, but Chen Quan, a first-grade fourth-level warrior, did not resist at all. A miserable defeat. A complete miserable defeat. "How is this possible?" Chen Quan sat on the ground, covering his face and muttering repeatedly. Suddenly, he looked up. His twisted face was full of ferocity. "You forced me to do it!" "Flame Explosion Fist!" On Chen Quan''s right fist, a violent surge of blood and energy suddenly gathered. As the blood rose, it was like a scarlet flame entwining his arm, even causing ripples in the air. All the students around exclaimed when they saw this. This was the true strength of the second-best in the school! "First-level martial arts!" "So scary!" Yogan frowned slightly when he saw this. But after feeling the weak fluctuation of blood and qi, he relaxed again. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and punched out without any fancy moves. Bang! The two fists collided heavily. The air wave spread out. Chen Quan instinctively felt that the aura exuded by the young man in front of him was like a mountain. Indestructible! His body trembled violently, and there was only a puff. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his steps staggered back a few steps. Then he sat on the ground in embarrassment. Even though he had used his strongest move, he still couldn''t shake the opponent at all. --- for more Episodes visit patreon Ch-8:Gene Lock, Broken! Everyone around was stunned. "Chen Quan is a genius who has reached the first-class warrior level, but..." Lara''s voice trailed off as her mouth hung open, wide enough to fit a sausage inside. "Brother Yogan is so powerful?!" Mitchell was almost speechless. But then, his expression darkened as he lowered his head. He found himself unable to ignore the vast gap between him and Yogan, a chasm so deep that it seemed insurmountable. This realization left him feeling desperate. "Qianlong Training Camp... you''ve been hiding your strength!" Jiang Qiuran clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. After speaking, she turned and stepped into the No. 1 training room. "You go back first," Yogan waved to Lara and Mitchell before heading toward the No. 2 training room. Chen Quan lay motionless on the ground, his clothes torn and his face grim. He stared at Yogan''s retreating back, filled with a mix of unwillingness and fear. "Wait for me!" he muttered through gritted teeth. Finally, he stood up and walked toward the infirmary. --- The training room was small, with only a single special chair for resting. As soon as Yogan stepped inside, he could feel the incredibly rich energy of heaven and earth surrounding him. The Cellular Respiration method activated automatically, and these abundant energies quickly entered his body. They were absorbed into his blood and qi as his cells breathed them in. After a moment of careful reflection, Yogan realized that the growth rate of his blood and qi here was more than twice as fast as it would be outside. The Cellular Respiration method and this energy-gathering training room complemented each other perfectly. Without hesitation, he increased the power of the energy-gathering array to the maximum. The rich breath of heaven and earth flooded his senses, and Yogan felt every cell in his body hungrily absorb the energy. The absorption speed was terrifying! As Yogan marveled at the intensity of the energy flowing into him, he quietly opened his personal panel. He saw that [Cellular Respiration Method (2%)] had increased by 1% without him even noticing. Yogan''s eyes widened in surprise. If his own practice could improve the progress of the breathing method, then were experience points still useful?Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Looking at the full 100 experience points, an idea crossed his mind. Why not try it? The next second, Yogan inserted 10 experience points into the martial arts column without hesitation. He felt a sudden shock, followed by a strange, wonderful sensation that spread throughout his body. Looking at the panel again, the progress of the Cellular Respiration Method had jumped to 12%! "10 experience points increase the progress by 10%..." At that exact moment, as the sensation washed over him, Yogan felt the blood in his body begin to boil, like water coming to a rapid boil. A hot air filled the room, causing his skin to turn slightly red. The next second, his body erupted with an immense suction force. It was as if he were a bottomless pit, pulling in the surrounding breath of the outside world. In that moment, it felt as if a violent storm had descended on the training room. Countless breaths of heaven and earth flowed from the Qi Gathering Formation, only to be pulled into Yogan''s body in a savage, insatiable manner. At first, the disturbance was contained within the No. 2 training room, but it didn''t take long before the entire training building was affected. The other students in the nearby training rooms were shocked to find that the energy in their own energy-gathering arrays had suddenly decreased. "What''s going on?" "Who is it?" "Is the energy-gathering array malfunctioning?" Everyone rushed to open the doors of their training rooms in confusion and looked toward the No. 2 training room with suspicion. "What a domineering force." "Who is inside?" "What is he doing?" A murmur of whispers broke out, and all eyes turned toward the door of No. 2. Clearly, they had never encountered such a situation before. "Yogan!" The door to the No. 1 training room slowly opened, and Jiang Qiuran stepped out, gripping the door handle with her left hand. Her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. "After more than a year of silence, is he finally going to show his true potential and talent?" Jiang Qiuran bit her lip as she murmured, her gaze lowered. It was said that Yogan had been devastated after the death of his family, but it seemed like he was rising again now. "What''s happening?" A steady voice interrupted, and everyone turned to see a middle-aged man in a black martial arts uniform striding toward them. The middle-aged man had a square face and an overwhelming aura that immediately silenced all the whispers in the room. He frowned slightly, glanced at the No. 2 training room, and asked, "Who''s inside?" "It''s Yogan," Jiang Qiuran answered. "Hmm? It''s him!" The middle-aged man relaxed slightly when he heard the name. His footsteps halted as a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "This level of absorption power is probably stronger than that of most second-grade warriors. Can his body handle it?" But as he thought about it further, remembering that Yogan had participated in the Qianlong Training Camp, an absolute genius, and that the practice room hadn''t issued a red alert, the middle-aged man decided not to intervene for the moment. Although Yogan could feel the commotion in the practice room, he paid it no mind. The Cellular Respiration Method was truly amazing. He could feel his entire body vibrating in sync with the breathing process, an endless cycle of absorption and release. As the energy of heaven and earth continued to flow into him, the fullness of his qi and blood made him feel relaxed and content. But just as Yogan immersed himself in his training, his body began to change in ways he couldn''t yet comprehend. The abundant energy of heaven and earth merged into his flesh and bones, constantly reinforcing his physique. Then, at that moment, a low voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his mind. It felt as if something had been unlocked. Yogan''s heart skipped a beat, and he realized there were light spots flashing in various parts of his body. "Bang!" With a loud crash, his heart resonated like a massive bell. "The first gene lock, broken!" --- for more Episodes visit patreon Ch-9 :Drain the Training Room Boom! With a loud crash, the aura of heaven and earth within Yogan''s body was violently stirred, circulating through his meridians. Then, it was completely absorbed by the glowing light spots. "What is this?" Yogan was stunned, but he didn''t dare to move. He could only feel the light spots inside his body lighting up continuously. "Is it because the gene lock was broken?" Yogan''s mind raced, but the term "gene lock" had never appeared in any martial arts knowledge he had studied. He was confused, unable to make sense of what was happening. "This change... was caused by cellular respiration?!" Yogan counted the light spots carefully. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that there were exactly 360 light spots. If they were connected, they would form a strange pattern. This was beyond his comprehension. At that moment, it felt as though Yogan had embarked on an entirely new path in martial arts. "What level of martial arts is this cellular respiration? It''s so magical!" With a slight sigh, Yogan realized that the energy of heaven and earth in the training room had been completely depleted. The once powerful energy-gathering array could no longer supply even a trace of the heavenly aura. "Has the training room been drained?" Yogan was momentarily stunned, and the boiling blood inside his body gradually began to calm down. Then, he noticed that the 360 light spots had gradually transformed into small egg-like shapes, with only one light spot on his right palm still faintly glowing. The excess energy in his body seemed to have gathered there, causing the light spot to flicker, its light unstable. At the same time, Yogan could feel the blood and energy surging through his right palm. He fought the urge to unleash a destructive blow that would tear apart the training room. Slowly, he opened his eyes. "Now, I can easily deal with the mutant pig man with just my right palm. I won''t be as embarrassed as I was before." But as he thought about it, doubts crept into his mind. "We practiced the same cellular respiration method, but why did I improve so much?" The strength he felt now was not reflected in the pig man he had fought. Logically, the pig man had also practiced cellular respiration, so why didn''t he show similar progress? Yogan muttered to himself, but it was difficult to analyze the reason. He could only wait for the next time he entered the game world to gather more information and solve the mystery. Thinking of the dilapidated game world, a sense of curiosity stirred within him. The strange ruins, the unknown level of the breathing method¡ªeverything made him want to explore further.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. He forced himself to calm down and stopped overthinking. Yogan got up, cleaned the practice room, closed the energy-gathering array, and then stepped outside. The moment he exited the room, countless eyes turned toward him. Yogan was taken aback by the attention. "What''s going on?" Could the outside world have felt the noise he made in the practice room? Yogan blinked and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. The man''s presence exuded a faint but undeniable sense of oppression. "Hello, teacher," Yogan said politely. The students around them stared at Yogan in surprise. Their faces were a mixture of shock and confusion. The noise from the practice room had been so loud; surely, he couldn''t be trying to brush it off? "Yogan, were you practicing the basic breathing method?" Jiang Qiuran couldn''t help but speak up, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt. With her sixth-level first-rank strength, she couldn''t have caused the commotion that had just occurred. If Yogan''s blood and qi were already superior to hers, it was utterly unacceptable to her. Jiang Qiuran clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it. The middle-aged man, hearing the question, turned to Yogan with great interest. It was clear he was eager to know the answer. Yogan''s face remained calm as he spoke lightly. "After joining the Qianlong Training Camp, one of the mentors gave me a special breathing method." The moment these words left his mouth, everyone around him gasped in shock. The middle-aged man was equally taken aback! A mentor from the Qianlong Training Camp! That was an extraordinary figure. It was said that any mentor there was a powerful individual above the fifth rank. A fifth-rank powerhouse! Not only in Linhai City but in the surrounding three prefecture-level cities, it was rare to find anyone of such caliber. The principal of No. 1 Middle School was a peak warrior of the third rank, and even the president of the Martial Arts Association in Linhai City had only just reached the fourth rank. The middle-aged man''s eyes flickered, and his gaze toward Yogan changed dramatically. Talent alone wasn''t enough to be truly formidable. But if there was power backing that talent, it meant that the young man in front of him could safely grow to at least the third rank. Realizing this, the middle-aged man no longer pursued the matter of the noise in the training room. Instead, he smiled at Yogan and spoke politely. "Forget it this time. Just remember to report in advance for the next training." Jiang Qiuran, who had been standing nearby, bit her lip tightly when she heard this. As the strongest and most prideful girl at No. 1 Middle School, she now felt unprecedented pressure from Yogan. Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Yogan couldn''t help but smile inwardly. After politely greeting the middle-aged man, he turned and left. As he exited the training room, Yogan took a deep breath and headed straight for the martial arts library. Before, he had been just a high-level martial artist apprentice and hadn''t been qualified to practice martial arts. But now that his blood and qi had entered the first rank, he was ready to find a martial art that suited him. "Yogan!" Halfway to the library, a cheerful voice called out to him from behind. Turning around, he saw Lara running toward him. The girl was trotting happily, her ponytail bouncing with every step. Her curves were more noticeable now, accentuated by her light blue martial arts uniform. "Wait... When did she grow so well developed?" Yogan whispered softly to himself. "What are you talking about?" Lara approached, looking at him in confusion. "Have you grown taller again? The martial arts uniform seems a little small," Yogan commented, pointing at her exposed white ankles. "Yes." Lara blushed slightly and glanced at him. "Let''s go. Let''s head to the martial arts library," she said with a smile. --- for more Episodes visit patreon ch10-Beautiful Teacher, Wang Lili Yogan and Lara walked side by side into the spacious martial arts library. The room, filled with rows of bookshelves, was bustling with students searching for martial arts techniques that suited their abilities. "So many!" Lara exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. As a martial arts apprentice, she had never been inside the library before. "Let''s take a look together. It''s a good opportunity to think about the martial arts path we''ll take in the future," Yogan suggested. "Okay." Lara nodded obediently, though her gaze lingered on Yogan. His black hair, dark eyes, and handsome face made her heart race a little. Her pretty face flushed slightly as she couldn''t help but sneak glances at him. Yogan, however, didn''t seem to notice. Finding a martial art that was both powerful and suited to his style would take time. He had already decided what he wanted and headed straight to the section for palm techniques. Half an hour later, Yogan left the martial arts library, satisfied. He held a photocopied magnetic card in his hand, its surface glittering in the light. Martial arts, as important resources, couldn''t be checked out of the library. So, photocopy cards were provided, which were valid for only one month. This system helped prevent martial arts techniques from being passed around indiscriminately. "A month should be enough," Yogan thought to himself. Just as he was about to leave, a clear voice called out from behind him. "Yogan, come to my office!" He turned around to see Wang Lili, the head teacher of their Class 1, Grade 2. Wang Lili was a talented beauty who had reached the third-grade martial artist rank at the young age of 26. It was said that she was a senior graduate of a martial arts university and had returned to Linhai No. 1 Middle School to teach and improve her qualifications. The number of people who pursued her in Linhai City was so large that they could probably form a line from her office to the outside of the school. However, she had never shown any interest in them. "Hello, teacher." Lara greeted with a playful tongue-out gesture. Today, Wang Lili had applied light makeup and wore a round-neck sweater paired with light-colored jeans. The jeans hugged her slender thighs, emphasizing her well-proportioned figure. Her high heels clicked softly as she walked, adding to her elegant appearance. "The teacher still has that charm," Yogan muttered under his breath. Lara, overhearing him, turned and shot him a cold look. Wang Lili approached, glanced at Lara, and then gave her a stern warning. "Dating is not allowed in high school, understand?" Lara''s pretty face turned bright red upon hearing the teacher''s reprimand. She nodded quickly, like a chicken pecking at rice, then glanced at Yogan before hurrying away, her hands pinching her skirt.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Yogan couldn''t help but chuckle at the scene, but his attention was quickly drawn back to Wang Lili. Inside the spacious office, a faint fragrance filled the air. Wang Lili sat in the main chair with her legs crossed, flipping through some papers on the desk. "Have you reached the first-grade warrior level?" she asked, glancing up at the video playing on her computer screen, which showed Yogan easily knocking Chen Quan aside. "Yeah," Yogan replied, nodding. He had no reason to hide it. He knew his talent was exceptional, and such breakthroughs were not out of the ordinary for him. They would draw attention, but not excessive surprise. "With your talent, you could have reached the first rank half a year ago. Instead, you''ve been playing games every day¡­" Wang Lili said, her voice laced with disapproval as she glared at him, as though scolding him for wasting time. Yogan didn''t say anything in response, but Wang Lili''s next words softened. "Since you''ve made a breakthrough, I''ll help you apply for the school''s resources. Whether you accept them or not is up to you." Her voice had cooled down, but a hint of warmth could still be heard, especially as she recalled the haggard sight of Yogan when she had visited his home a year and a half ago. Her heart softened as she thought about how far he had come. "I heard from the principal that your performance in the Qianlong training camp was outstanding. Don''t waste your talent." "Okay, teacher, thank you," Yogan replied seriously. He felt genuinely grateful. Wang Lili had always taken good care of him, even when he had struggled in the past year. Wang Lili nodded in acknowledgment. She lazily leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, her two slender thighs tightly pressed together. This was the first time she had seen Yogan sincerely obeying her, and it pleased her. "By the way, the school is about to arrange a wilderness trial. With your strength, you''ll be able to participate alongside the senior high school students. Of course, there will be other top high schools from nearby cities participating as well." Wang Lili''s sharp, exquisite eyes swept over Yogan as she smiled. "Are you interested?" Yogan blinked in surprise. The wilderness area was a notorious, dangerous place outside Linhai City, filled with ferocious beasts and rogue warriors. The government imposed few restrictions on the area, and it was often used by higher education institutions for trials. "This is another kind of school competition?" Yogan narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. "Yes, it''s organized every year by each city," Wang Lili confirmed. She stood up, her long, slightly curly hair swaying as she moved. Her slender waist added to her graceful posture. "Originally, only senior high school students could participate, but this year, you''re an exception. I can''t wait to see the teachers from other schools'' reactions when they see you in action!" Wang Lili leaned over the desk, supporting herself with both hands, bringing her body close to Yogan, less than 30 centimeters away. Her proud chest was now fully displayed, a stark contrast to the cold, indifferent demeanor she usually maintained at school. "It''s settled. You''ll represent our school in the trial. I''ve already arranged your teammates for you. Jiang Qiuran and Chen Quan from the third year of high school should be fine, right?" "No problem. But¡­ are there any rewards for such a large-scale trial?" Yogan asked, his gaze still focused on Wang Lili''s delicate, slightly alluring face. "Of course. I don''t know exactly what the rewards are, but I can assure you that they won''t disappoint." After saying this, Wang Lili straightened up, crossing her arms in front of her chest and smiling sweetly at Yogan. "Okay, teacher, I''ll go back now," Yogan said, nodding politely before turning to leave. As Yogan''s back disappeared through the door, Wang Lili sat back in her chair, her red lips curling into a slight smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. She stretched, her figure elegant and graceful, before turning her gaze out the window. "Even though I wasted a year and a half, with his talent, I can''t wait to see the surprised expressions of those arrogant students from the top universities..." --- for more Episodes visit patreon