Back in the dormitory.
Wang Teng straightened his back, and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips. He opened his attributes panel.
Comprehension: Spiritual Realm (16/100)
Spirit: Spiritual Realm (5.8/100)
First was his Comprehension and Spirit attributes. According to the conversion rate of 10: 1, they increased by 1 point and 0.8 points respectively.
Next, his Elementary Earth Element talent became Intermediate Earth Element talent. Wang Teng felt it carefully and found that he had a better affinity with the Earth Element Force.
Other than that, his Earth Element Force increased by 12 points.
Earth Element Force: 125/1000 (3-star)
Wang Teng's Earth Element Force was already at 3-star. If he wanted to upgrade it to 4-star, he would need 1000 points of Earth Element Force.
However, there were so many geniuses in Huanghai Military Academy. If everyone interacted with each other, they would definitely be able to upgrade quickly.
Wang Teng was very satisfied with today's results. He sat cross-legged on his bed and started to cultivate. As for the tofu on his bed, he didn't want to touch it if he could … It was too difficult!
The military training continued in the afternoon.
Wang Teng enjoyed the attention of all the freshmen. The news of him defeating a second-year student had spread among all the freshmen.
There were those who were envious and jealous, but there were also those who worshipped and shouted that he was awesome.
The instructor hadn't arrived yet. Everyone couldn't help but discuss in low voices.
The students beside Wang Teng couldn't help but come up and ask all sorts of questions.
Hou Pingliang was even more wacky. He used a water bottle as a microphone and asked, "Brother Teng, let me interview you. What are your thoughts on defeating a second-year student?"
"My thoughts are … too weak!" Wang Teng said pretentiously.
"Eh …" Lu Shu and the others looked at him with disdain. They didn't give him any face and exposed him. "We all know that it wasn't easy for you to defeat that second-year student. Even so, it's still very impressive."
Wang Teng didn't mind. He smiled and mingled with everyone.
However, he was overjoyed. He secretly admired his acting skills.
Tsk, he could almost get an Oscar!
"The instructor is here!" No one knew who shouted, but all the voices immediately disappeared. Everyone lined up as fast as they could.
"Everyone seems to be very free." Du Chi walked to the front of the battle class one formation and said happily.
It's over!
Sure enough, the next moment, Du Chi's face turned cold. "Since you're so free, then run five laps around the field to warm up."
"Ah!" Everyone's face turned bitter. If they had to run five laps at the beginning, how were they going to pass the afternoon?
"What are you yelling for? Run!" Du Chi said coldly, showing no mercy.
When everyone saw the instructor's expression, their hearts skipped a beat. How would they dare to bargain? They immediately ran around the field.
It was the same for the other classes.
For a moment, there was a group of sweaty, hot-blooded youths on the field.
Ah … youth!
…
At six o 'clock, the freshmen dragged their tired bodies into the cafeteria like zombies with numb faces, as if they had been treated inhumanely.
"Hiss, my leg, the instructor is too cruel!"
"Just bear with it. Don't tell me you want to go against the instructor?"
"I think there are blisters on my feet."
"I heard that sanitary pads are quite useful. Let's go buy a few packets to try."
"Let's go together."
A few freshmen were in the middle of a discussion when they suddenly saw a person walk past them. That relaxed posture and casual pace really made them want to … beat him up!
"Wang Teng!"
"Sigh, a martial artist's physique is much better than ours. This little amount of military training has no effect on him."
Hou Pingliang and the others beside Wang Teng were also envious.
"Big Brother Teng, you're too happy. We're tired to death, but you're fine," Hou Pingliang said.
"This is the difference between a martial artist and a martial artist. The instructor's training is completely targeted at martial artists. Naturally, it has no effect on martial artists," Lu Shu said as he pushed up his glasses.
"But in the end, the military training is just to cultivate the discipline of the freshmen. Cultivation is secondary. The real cultivation will only begin after the military training," Song Shuhang said.
"As long as we use scientific methods to train, the military training is a piece of cake," Baili Qingfeng said with a calm face.
"Speaking of which, Qingfeng, is your method really useful? I think I saw your legs trembling just now, "Lu Shu suddenly said.
"…" Baili Qingfeng was speechless.
F * cking hell, don't expose me, brother!
Wang Teng shook his head with a smile. This military training was really just a formality for him. It wasn't difficult at all.
The few of them got their food and sat around the table, wolfing it down.
They weren't the only ones like this. The other freshmen were the same. After the whole afternoon of training, everyone was already tired and hungry. The best thing to do now was to eat. Eat as much as they could to make up for the energy they consumed. Only then would they have the strength to continue training tomorrow.
While Wang Teng and his teammates were eating, a figure walked over and sat down beside them. He smiled and said,
He smiled and said, "Junior Wang Teng, let me introduce myself. I'm Zhou Kun, a sophomore. After the military training tonight, let's have a match in the martial arts arena. How about it?"
Wang Teng was stunned for a moment. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and nodded, "Oh, sure. Just prepare the credits."
Zhou Kun's face twitched. This tone was really asking for a beating. It was as if he would definitely lose.
However, he didn't say much. He just nodded and said, "No problem. Then I won't disturb your meal. I'll wait for you at the martial arts arena tonight."
This person was quite straightforward. After deciding on the matter, he didn't delay and immediately got up to leave.
"This senior seems to be more difficult to deal with than Wei Hua at noon. Brother Teng, are you confident?" Lu Shu asked.
"Uh … I'll try my best." Wang Teng didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that he could defeat him in one move.
"But Lu Shu, how did you know that this senior is more difficult to deal with?" Song Shuhang asked.
"If he's not more difficult to deal with, then did he specially come here to give us credits?" Lu Shu looked at Song Shuhang in surprise, as if to ask why he would ask such a stupid question.
Wang Teng and Baili Qingfeng also looked at him. Their gazes were as if they were looking at an idiot.
"…" Song Shuhang felt his face burning. He almost covered his face and ran away.
Lu Shu, you're too vicious!
I'm at odds with you.
Song Shuhang glared at Lu Shu fiercely.
After the meal, the freshmen gathered again.
There were other activities and training at night. However, the intensity wasn't as high as during the day. Most of them were marching and practicing their formation. After that, they would find a shade under a tree and sing military songs to see who had the loudest voice.
After the military training ended, everyone gathered at the field. The news of Wang Teng and the second-year student Zhou Kun's martial arts battle had somehow spread again.
Although everyone was tired after a day of training, they were all excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Who do you think will win this martial arts battle?"
"I think the second-year senior will definitely win. In the battle at noon, Wang Teng's strength has probably been figured out. Tonight, this senior must be confident to fight."
"It's indeed a little difficult, but I still hope that Wang Teng can win."
"That's right, that's right. It's not easy for us freshmen to find someone who can compete with a second-year student. If he can endure a few more battles, we'll be proud of ourselves."
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