Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist-Chapter 220 - 63: Xue Yun: Junior Brother Lin, You Came Out?
Deep within the valley.
Min Huanbo looked at the other five people: "This is the situation, what do you all think we should do?"
"Senior Zhao, that old... old treasure really has a sharp eye."
One instructor blurted out, then immediately corrected himself, remembering it was a public setting.
After hearing from Min Huanbo that Lin Chen might stay in the iron house for thirty breaths today, the first thought in their minds was that Senior Zhao, that old bastard, really should be dead.
Such a promising talent, how could he be snatched away?
Not to mention that if Lin Chen could endure in the iron house for thirty breaths today, he would already have broken their records over the past ten years at the Special Training Ground. Even if he didn’t make it for the full thirty breaths, the fact that Lin Chen passed out eight times yesterday already showed immense potential.
The mucous in the dung pit can enhance a martial artist’s Qi Blood, and the heavier the injuries, the better the effect.
In a few days, the trainees will feel their growth and discover this. But based on past trainee experiences, even if they know this fact, they don’t dare to get injured repeatedly.
Injuries can heal well, but the pain of being injured still exists.
"Initiate the Grade A Special Training Plan for Lin Chen."
After a while, one of the instructors spoke. This statement brought looks of astonishment to the faces of Min Huanbo and the others.
Grade A Special Training is a special training for certain trainees. Whether the Special Training Ground has ever initiated Grade A Special Training or not, Min Huanbo and the six did not know. Since they came to the Special Training Ground, no trainee has met the requirements for Grade A Special Training.
"Eight copper men, persisting for a hundred breaths, isn’t this too challenging?"
Min Huanbo looked worried. Although more resources are allocated for Grade A Special Training, the criteria are also much higher.
For a normal trainee like Lin Chen, who follows the path of Extreme Martial Arts, persisting for thirty breaths in the iron house within a month would earn a hundred points.
But for Grade A Special Training, the requirement is to endure a hundred breaths in the iron house, and the number of copper men is increased to eight.
The copper men in the iron house must have strength five acupoints higher than the trainee’s realm.
This means Lin Chen has to face the combined attacks of eight martial artists equivalent to the Nineteen Acupoints in strength. If these copper men were individually challenged, they wouldn’t be a match for a Nineteen Acupoints martial artist, but together, they exert greater power than eight separate Nineteen Acupoints martial artists.
Because the copper men don’t feel fear or have their own thoughts!
"If we don’t give Lin Chen the Grade A Special Training, then how will we score Lin Chen a few days later? Would we eventually give Lin Chen thousands or tens of thousands of points?"
Tens of thousands of points could exchange for so many resources...
Min Huanbo and the others couldn’t help but bitterly smile. Perhaps the Special Training Ground’s warehouse would be emptied.
To prevent trainees from quickly achieving assessment targets and accumulating points beyond expectation, the concept of Grade A Special Training exists at the Special Training Ground.
The assessment requirements are raised, the score remains unchanged, but after passing the assessment, besides the score reward, there is also the reward of entering Martial Arts Mountain.
Marital Arts Mountain operations consume large amounts of resources each time, and even the Special Training Ground cannot allow trainees unlimited access to Martial Arts Mountain.
"Let’s vote by a show of hands."
"I agree."
"I agree too."
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In the end, all six of Min Huanbo’s group agreed.
"Since that’s the case, report to the Academic Platform Master."
The oldest instructor looked at everyone, stroked his beard, and said, "Perhaps, in this term’s Special Training Contest, we can take a gamble."
Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement appeared in the eyes of the five people, including Min Huanbo.
"I think it’s doable, there are indeed many promising ones in this session, foster them a bit more, and there might be a chance."
"Hmm, we shouldn’t rely solely on Lin Chen. We can also cultivate Yu Fei and the other potential ones."
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On that day, when Shen Ge and the others appeared in front of the courtyard, they saw Lin Chen being taken away.
"Senior Brother Lin is truly... a model for us!"
Shen Ge didn’t know what to say. He thought he had risen early enough, but upon arriving in the courtyard area, Yu Fei and a few others were already there, and more surprisingly, Senior Brother Lin had already entered the dung pit twice.
Senior Brother Lin really didn’t give them a chance to catch up.
"If Senior Brother Lin is working so hard, how can we slacken?"
Seeing Lin Chen being taken away, Yu Fei and others were full of fighting spirit. Such is human nature; if there’s someone they respect and work harder than them, it inspires and influences them.
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Three days later.
When Lin Chen emerged from the dung pit, he looked at the Qi Blood panel, seeing only a five hundred point increase in Qi Blood.
The further it goes, the weaker the effect of the dung pit on increasing Qi Blood.
Lin Chen was not surprised by this. If the dung pit could infinitely increase Qi Blood, all the trainees would recover quickly from their injuries, and then use the dung pit to heal.
Other trainees do not have a panel and cannot detect real-time changes in Qi Blood, but they can feel the growth of their Qi Blood day by day over the recent days.
Everyone is silently training; outside, injuries can hardly heal so quickly, and one can’t grow Qi Blood so easily. Such a special training opportunity is too rare.
"Since the effect of the dung pit mucous has weakened, there’s no need for me to get hurt anymore."
Lin Chen stood outside the iron house. In these three days, he didn’t know how many times he had been knocked out, but no one knew it was intentional on his part.
It was to get injured and then enter the dung pit to absorb the mucous to increase Qi Blood.
He pushed open the door of the iron house!
Without hesitation, Lin Chen punched towards the left side.
