How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?-Chapter 61 - 59: Breaking the Record
Seconds later.
An automated voice inside the pod notified Lin Ye that the test was complete.
He rose and stepped out of the Qi and Blood testing pod, his expression calm.
Lin Ye didn’t even glance at his results right away.
However, the moment he stepped out and steadied himself...
A figure shot toward him like a cannonball and pulled him into a crushing bear hug. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
It was Li Jun.
He’d completely forgotten about exam-room decorum. His face was flushed with excitement, and his voice cracked.
"HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
"Ah Ye, you’re fucking incredible!!"
Li Jun’s mind went blank. Beyond that crude exclamation, he couldn’t find any other words to describe how he felt.
Immediately after, everyone from Class Seven erupted like a lit powder keg!
"That’s insane..."
"Is he even human?"
"First place! First place! Still first place!!"
They swarmed forward, surrounding Lin Ye.
The next second, amidst countless stares of shock, disbelief, and envy...
Lin Ye was tossed high into the air!
The cheers and screams merged into a wave of heat that threatened to blow the roof off the gymnasium.
This was Class Seven’s moment of celebration!
It was the emotional outburst of students who had been suppressed for far too long, students who had been dismissed as losers and rejects. Three years of pent-up feelings were finally unleashed!
Even though they weren’t the ones who had done it.
But he was from their class, and that was enough!
Lin Ye, one of their own, had crushed all the so-called geniuses underfoot in the most indisputable, most domineering way possible!
This glory felt even more intense than if they had taken first place themselves!
Amidst the roaring tide of praise, Lin Ye joked around with his classmates for a moment before they finally let him down.
He turned and glanced at the huge electronic screen.
[NO. 2 Zhang Yuqing, Grade 12 Class One, Qi and Blood Index: 54.96, Life Index: 19.11]
[NO. 1 Jiang Feng, Grade 12 Class One, Qi and Blood Index: 57.31, Life Index: 20.02]
Lin Ye’s gaze sharpened.
’There must be a delay; my results haven’t updated yet.’
But he noticed that Zhang Yuqing, who had previously held a steady lead over Jiang Feng in both Qi and Blood and Life Index, had now been pushed back to second place.
Jiang Feng, now in first, topped every category.
However, at this moment, both of them had to make way for Lin Ye.
As the system registered his results, their rankings both slid down one spot.
A new name ascended to the top of the leaderboard!
[NO. 1 Lin Ye, Grade 12 Class Seven, Qi and Blood Index: 59.78, Life Index: 23.69]
A Qi and Blood Index of nearly 60!
The threshold for an entry-level Martial Artist to become an official Martial Artist was a Qi and Blood Index of 60!
Lin Ye was only a step away.
And his Life Index had reached a terrifying 23.69!
This was no longer just surpassing someone.
This was an utter rout!
He was in a league entirely of his own!
Chen Meng strode over. He didn’t stop the other students’ celebration, but just patted Lin Ye’s shoulder heavily.
He looked at Lin Ye, his voice deep but full of power.
"You worked for this. You deserve it!"
Lin Ye heard him and nodded firmly.
Only he knew how much sweat and blood he had shed for this moment.
Every life-or-death battle in the ruined city, every time he was pushed to his limit in the Gravity Chamber, every time he trained his marksmanship to the point of collapse.
All his efforts had, today, borne the sweetest fruit.
However, though Lin Ye felt the joy of his achievement, he didn’t feel a shred of arrogance.
’First in the school is just the beginning.’
...
「Meanwhile.」
「In the practical combat training grounds.」
On the observation deck, the leadership of Dongjiang First Middle School sat in stern formation.
Principal Wang Zhengguo watched the battles between a few top students on the platforms, but he seemed somewhat absent-minded.
His gaze swept over the student area below the platforms.
But he didn’t find the figure he was looking for.
He tilted his head slightly and asked the assistant beside him.
"That tenth-ranked student in the grade from Class Seven, Lin Ye, why isn’t he here for the practical combat assessment?"
The assistant quickly replied in a low voice, "Principal, according to procedure, students who haven’t had their stats measured yet must first take the martial foundation test. He should still be at the testing grounds."
Wang Zhengguo grunted in acknowledgment and nodded.
"Are the results out yet? Pull them up for me."
"Of course."
The assistant immediately took out his tablet, skillfully logged into the school’s intranet, and used his internal permissions to pull up the latest real-time leaderboard.
However, the moment the leaderboard page loaded, the assistant’s movements froze abruptly.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape, an expression of utter shock and astonishment written across his face.
Wang Zhengguo’s brow furrowed slightly, sensing his assistant’s odd reaction.
He didn’t wait for the assistant to hand it over but reached out and took the tablet himself.
The next moment.
Even this principal, a man who had seen it all during his many years at the helm of Dongjiang First Middle School, was stunned.
He saw—
Punching Power Ranking - First Place: Lin Ye!
Qi and Blood Index Ranking - First Place: Lin Ye!
Life Index Ranking - First Place: Lin Ye!
Three leaderboards, one name. It had seized every top spot with almost savage dominance!
Furthermore, next to each of these three stats were the same two words: "New Record."
This meant all three of Lin Ye’s scores today had shattered records that had stood for the entire hundred-year history of Dongjiang First Middle School!
After a brief moment of shock, a smile blossomed on Wang Zhengguo’s face.
"Excellent!"
...
After the tests were over, Chen Meng led Lin Ye and the students of Class Seven into the practical combat training hall.
The moment they walked through the doors, they were assaulted by the deafening sounds of combat—furious roars and the clang of clashing weapons.
Lin Ye’s gaze was immediately drawn to the massive fighting platforms in the center of the hall.
He spotted a familiar figure at a glance.
Zhang Yuqing.
She wasn’t on a platform but was squatting in the corner of one.
Her head was buried deep between her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly. She exuded an aura of profound loneliness and helplessness.
Lin Ye glanced up at the large LCD screen beside that platform.
On the screen, in bright red font, were the results of a battle that had just concluded.
[Blood Duel: Zhang Yuqing (Rank 2) vs. Jiang Feng (Rank 1)]
[Victor: Jiang Feng]
[Score: 5:0]
Lin Ye instantly understood what had just happened.
’She must have just fought Jiang Feng.’
’And it was a Blood Duel, with this week’s resources on the line.’
’And once again, she was ruthlessly crushed.’
’Five matches, five defeats.’
As if sensing his gaze, Zhang Yuqing raised her head.
Lin Ye saw it clearly: her beautiful eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red. Streaks of undried tears marked her defiant face.
The moment her gaze met Lin Ye’s, she frantically wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
Then, as if fleeing, she turned and ran toward the nearby girls’ locker room, her retreating figure looking flustered and defeated.
Lin Ye noticed several dark red stains on her back.
’She’s injured, too?’
Lin Ye slowly averted his gaze, an indescribable emotion welling up inside him.
’I know how hard she works.’
’I’d see her in the general training room every morning at four.’
’But the world of a Martial Artist is just that cruel sometimes.’
’Hard work doesn’t always guarantee victory.’
