Chapter 37: Second Grade Student
After continuously running for a month, Class 8 finally reached the standard set by Liu, the bald instructor, and entered the next stage of training—hand-to-hand combat.
Su Hao learned quickly, grasping the basic techniques and becoming proficient by the second day.
During the simulated sparring among the trainees, surprisingly, no one wanted to be Su Hao's opponent.
But for Su Hao, this wasn't a problem. He walked up to Rong Guming and pointed at him, saying, "You, be my opponent."
Rong Guming was taken aback, sweating profusely as he looked at Su Hao with fear. He didn't dare to resist and obediently sparred with Su Hao. However, Rong Guming didn't dare to fight back even after being hit several times. Su Hao immediately said, "No strength? Fight back quickly!"
Rong Guming immediately cried out, "I... I can't!"
Su Hao was speechless! He started to reflect on whether he had gone too far during this period.
What should he do? Theory and techniques alone were not enough; combat skills needed to be honed through fighting with opponents to master the most suitable application methods.
So Su Hao turned his gaze to Liu, the bald instructor, and walked over, saying, "Teacher Liu, be my opponent!"
Liu had no objections.
Thus, Liu became Su Hao's personal sparring partner.
Su Hao had privately learned that Liu was a high-level master warrior, extremely powerful. Not only him, but all the yellow-robed instructors in the academy were high-level master warriors, and the dean, Xiao Jixuan, was already a grandmaster-level warrior. The lineup of the Lingyun Warrior Academy was quite formidable.
Su Hao's plan was to first complete the foundational skills in the academy, then establish a good relationship with Liu, and when the time was right, ask Liu for guidance on how to advance to the master level.
Currently, he was already an high-level elite warrior, and the next step was to become a master warrior.
But he wasn't in a hurry to become a master warrior for three reasons. First, although he was an high-level elite warrior, he was still in the stage of growing his body and had not yet reached his peak. As he aged and his physique improved, he would be able to advance further.
Second, he still had many foundational knowledge areas to learn. Rushing to become a master warrior would inevitably leave many hidden dangers in his knowledge structure. It was like studying mathematics; if the foundation wasn't solid in middle school, barely getting into high school would be in vain.
Third, there was a rule in the warrior academy that once someone advanced to the master level, regardless of age, they had to graduate from the academy.
So he gave himself a year to adapt and learn. After a year, he would fully focus on advancing to a master warrior, depending on the situation.
Another month passed, and they entered the next stage of learning—weapon and armor theory and maintenance.
The theoretical learning was quick, and a few days later, they began learning the basic use of various weapons. Mastering these skills was a gradual process.
The basics were relatively simple to grasp, but the difficulty lay in integrating these skills and applying them in various situations to solve problems.
This was where individual talent truly showed. True geniuses were often able to use basic skills to create unimaginable variations. There was nothing they couldn't do.
Meanwhile, ordinary individuals could only follow the methods taught by their instructors strictly.
During the training ground breaks, the eight instructors gathered and chatted.
"Liu, how is that Wu Xiangwu in your class?" Fenghua, the instructor of Class 4, approached Liu, the bald instructor, and asked.
Liu, the bald instructor, became the center of attention as all the instructors turned to him.
Indeed, the teachers always focused on the brightest stars. No one paid attention to the "tail-enders" unless it was in comics or novels.
Liu's scarred face twitched, revealing an ugly smile. "Unbelievable. There is such a genius in the world."
Fenghua, the instructor of Class 3, a beautiful woman with a teardrop mole below her eye, made a cute pouting expression. "If he's received such praise from Liu, then he must be extraordinary!"
The other instructors nodded in agreement.
At that moment, Liu said seriously, "He truly is a genius. I have never seen such a talented individual before. I don't know how to describe the feeling he gives me. It seems that there is nothing he can't do in this world. So far, nothing has been able to pose a challenge for him..."
Liu continued, "If he can grow smoothly, give him another twenty years, and he will undoubtedly reach the legendary Ancestor-level warrior."
The instructor from Class 1, a stern-looking woman named Tao of Water, raised her eyebrows in doubt. "Liu, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Liu, the bald instructor, smiled and said, "Let's wait and see! We'll see in a few years. But during these years, I ask all the teachers to pay more attention and help me take care of him."
"No problem!"
After a while, the topic shifted, and Fenghua asked Water Tao, "Taozi, don't you have someone named Jin Dayan in your class? Isn't he Jin Datong's younger brother? I heard he's also an extraordinary talent."
When Jin Dayan was mentioned, a smile appeared on Tao of Water's face. "The Jin family's bloodline is indeed exceptional, and with his own efforts, his future is boundless. It's hard to say if he can reach the highest realm. There's also Mo Xin, the jewel of the Mo family. She is truly gifted."
Fenghua, the beautiful woman, looked envious and said, "Ah, I envy you. You have two exceptional talents in your class. Our Class 3 seems a bit lacking, and none of them are outstanding."
Mofenghua, the instructor of Class 4, with an oily hairdo, retorted sarcastically, "Don't you have Kong Yang in Class 3? He's tall and strong, and I heard he's your favorite."
Fenghua burst into laughter. She turned to a middle-aged man and asked, "Laowang, don't you have a rich girl from the Jin family in your class, Jin Xiaohan? How is she doing?"
Laowang rubbed his stubble and smiled faintly. "She's doing fine."
Soon, the teachers engaged in a lively discussion about the various students—how talented they were and how limitless their potential seemed.
...
Six months after Su Hao enrolled, he finally completed all the basic training. From then on, the academy's schedule was no longer packed from morning to night. The instructors would train and teach for half a day and leave the other half for the trainees to freely train or study in their areas of expertise.
During these six months, Su Hao's reputation as a genius had spread throughout the academy. Not only among the new students but even the upperclassmen had heard of Wu Xiangwu.
After finishing the intensive training and gaining some free time, trouble found its way to Su Hao.
Several senior students intercepted Su Hao on his way
back.
"Are you Wu Xiangwu?" one of the leading senior students asked, tilting his head.
After a moment, all the senior students lay on the ground, wailing in pain.
Su Hao left casually, but he soon turned back. The group thought he was going to beat them up again and immediately begged for mercy.
Imitating the leading student, Su Hao asked, tilting his head, "Which grade are you guys?"
The leading student quickly replied, "We are second grade students."
Su Hao nodded, understanding that second grade students referred to those in their second year at the Warrior Academy. As a student who hadn't completed a full year, Su Hao was considered a first grade student.
Su Hao said, "Where are all the second grade students? Take me there!"
(Translated and edited by begs)