Chapter 137: Chapter 129: Why did you mess with him for no reason?
Mu Qingying fell backward, but fortunately, Su Tu reacted quickly and grabbed her shoulder, preventing her from hitting the ground directly.
"Heart and Spirit trauma!"
Looking at the unconscious Mu Qingying, Su Tu sensed her Heart and Spirit were extremely chaotic and upside-down at that moment.
It was as if she had suffered a terrifying shock, causing her Heart and Spirit to become unstable, leading to her fainting.
"What happened?"
"Someone fainted!"
"Did that mimic exhaust her energy and cause her to faint? It’s possible, that mimic is really strong. I almost didn’t pass myself."
"That’s nonsense. She’s a Mu Family prodigy, fully opened acupoints, and is breaking through the body lock. If you could get through the mimic, there’s no way she fainted from exhaustion."
The students around gathered to watch.
They whispered among themselves as they observed the scene.
"What’s going on!"
Luo Fan and Tang Yangwu hurriedly passed through the crowd to Su Tu’s side.
"I don’t know why, but her Heart and Spirit suffered trauma, causing her to faint."
Su Tu was also very confused.
This woman had seemed to have no presence the whole way, so why did such a change occur after reaching the camp?
Tang Yangwu’s eyes flashed with a flicker of light.
Under his keen eyes, he could see the materialized emotions. Mu Qingying’s entire Heart and Spirit were shackled by twisted, icy chains, and on the chains were expressions full of terror.
"Her Heart and Spirit are in a deep slumber, consumed by fear, calamity, and panic."
"She must have seen something she shouldn’t have!"
Tang Yangwu said decisively.
"There’s a big secret in this training camp, it might even be related to..."
Tang Yangwu’s gaze swept across the people around him, lowering his voice so only those nearby could hear.
"Related to the gods."
Everyone’s faces changed when they heard this, but they knew this wasn’t the place to talk. The most important thing now was to get the woman treated.
Everything else could wait until they had more time to discuss it slowly.
"Leave it to me."
"Seriously, I was just about to slack off, and then something like this happens."
A familiar lazy voice suddenly sounded.
It was the instructor with panda eyes, who had initially appeared at the ancient forest’s periphery.
He took Mu Qingying from Su Tu’s hand, and in the next instant, he disappeared mysteriously.
Su Tu was very familiar with this way of leaving; it was the usual method employed by Zhou Wuliang.
At this moment, the entire square was in chaos, with many people gathering to witness the scene, their voices creating a cacophony.
"Quiet!"
A slightly muffled voice echoed in everyone’s minds.
That voice came from nowhere, yet mysteriously appeared in their hearts.
The two words felt like magic, abruptly silencing the once noisy square.
On the top of the fortress, five figures gradually descended from the sky.
Each of them did not exude any terrifying aura or extraordinary presence, but just standing there gave an invisible sense of oppression.
Before them, the students felt like ants in front of giants, with the slightest move possibly leading to disaster!
Their eyes quickly swept across all students present, as if noting their performance in their minds.
"Still far from being comparable to the teacher."
Su Tu looked up at them, quietly comparing in his heart; even though they exuded a daunting sense of oppression.
Compared to that old man who loved to join the fray, they were more like tigers flaunting sharp claws.
Whereas that old man was like a circling dragon, idly squinting, yet a mere gleam from his eyes could shatter one’s Heart and Spirit.
"First of all, congratulations to all of you for passing the test. Being here means you have surpassed most of your peers."
The man in a Zhongshan suit spoke softly.
Though his voice wasn’t loud, it seemed to echo in everyone’s ears.
"Hmm... you all seem to have experienced something inside the ancient forest," Mo Ya quietly said.
"Didn’t you encounter that creature mimicking techniques?" Luo Fan felt something was off, hearing her say that.
"No, I just encountered an assistant deep in the ancient forest, exchanged a few moves, and they let us through,"
Mo Ya whispered.
"No way, is that possible? I almost got wiped out by that thing, it’s so unfair."
Fat Zhuge complained.
Hearing their conversation, Su Tu embarrassedly pursed his lips.
During the journey to the camp with Zheng Peng, he had figured out that the mimics supposed to test Mo Ya’s group were completely dealt with by him alone at the water spring.
As a result, the last batch of martial artists was basically just let in with little challenge.
After all, there weren’t enough assistants to test each student individually.
"The five of us will be your main instructors for the foreseeable future. You can call me, Instructor Zi Shu!"
The Zhongshan-suited man spoke up.
The bald man also spoke, "Chou Niu!"
The other three introduced themselves in turn,
The remaining instructors were Yin Hu, Wu Ma, and Wei Yang.
"Now we will distribute intelligent wristbands to everyone. Over the upcoming days, all your eating, clothing, and housing will be closely related to these wristbands."
Instructor Zi Shu said.
Then, with a slight point of his finger in midair, a light flickered in the center of the sky fortress.
Soon after, streams of light poured out from the light beam, flying in front of everyone.
Su Tu looked at the intelligent wristband floating in front of him, reached out to take it, and put it on his wrist.
He remembered that Zheng Peng had told him earlier that he would use points to exchange for a physical examination for him.
Which meant the training camp likely used some point system, and there was no doubt this wristband was a tool for calculating points.
Sure enough.
Once everyone got their smart wristbands, Zishu began to announce the rules of the Training Camp.
In the Training Camp, everything requires points for exchange, not just daily necessities, but also various rare treasures can be exchanged through points.
On the smart wristband, you can open the points exchange page, where everything is available.
Whether it’s techniques, resources, or even secret paintings, as long as you have enough points, you can exchange for them.
"Oh my! There’s even a Wind Chasing Pill, wasn’t this thing discontinued?!"
"Holy crap!!! Is it true, a secret painting that supposedly contains traces of a god?!"
"Whoa!! I get techniques and resources, but how can you even exchange for something like a night out with a female idol, what is this??"
"Bro, don’t ask, just exchange!!"
The students excitedly browsed the store page, each of them with faces flushed with excitement.
In this exchange store, some things are treasures that even money might not necessarily buy.
As long as you have enough points, you can even ask the Chief Instructor to make a move for you once, or choose an instructor to learn a technique from.
"Excuse me, instructor, how do we earn points?"
A student calmed down and raised their hand to ask.
Although the items in the exchange store are good, they require points. How to earn points is the most pressing concern.
"You can earn points by taking tasks through the smart wristband every day."
"In the Training Camp, everything you do has value."
"For example, the test just now has already set the tone!!"
Niu Chou’s voice was incredibly loud, making everyone dizzy.
"Raise your hand if your name is called."
"Zhang Mo, Chen Yan, Mocha...."
These Martial Artists whose names were called had a slightly weaker aura compared to the others.
"Although you defeated the imitator, you’ve nearly exhausted all your physical strength, your physical foundation is somewhat lacking, and you lack combat mentality. You are rated as F-level, with a daily supplement of 100 points."
"Only a hundred points?!?"
"What can 100 points even do!!
Those rated as F-level Martial Artists immediately changed their expressions, each of them began checking the exchange page.
In the Training Camp, even an ordinary meal costs 30 points, which means a hundred points can only cover daily food and drink.
And that’s just the most basic kind. As for those high-level meal packages that can nourish qi and blood, each one costs at least 300 points.
"Survival of the fittest, that’s the rule here. Right now, you are the weakest; if you are not satisfied, then become stronger and compete!!"
Niu Chou’s voice immediately silenced everyone’s disputes.
Upon hearing his words, everyone’s expressions changed; they weren’t fools being able to enter here.
The meaning behind Niu Chou’s words was profound.
Become stronger... then compete...
The way people looked at each other changed at this moment, and their stances shifted from initial casual relaxation to grouping with their companions.
Then, based on others’ performance in combat against the mimic, Niu Chou categorized them into different levels.
D-level students receive a daily subsidy of 200 points.
C-level students receive a daily subsidy of 300 points.
B-level students, however, receive a daily subsidy of 500 points and are provided with ordinary food for free,
There aren’t many Martial Artists classified as B-level, no more than fifty people, most of whom Su Tu was familiar with.
They were students guarded by the Martial Hall, including Tang Yangwu, Mo Ya, and others who were classified as B-level Martial Artists.
The treatment for A-level Martial Artists is exceptionally luxurious. They receive a daily subsidy of 1000 points, free high-grade nutritional supplements, a deep sleep chamber, and access to an exclusive A-level exchange store.
There are even fewer Martial Artists at this level.
Luo Fan was classified as an A-level Martial Artist, showcasing an astonishing fighting talent against the mimic, completely overpowering it with the same technique.
Apart from Luo Fan, Xiong Laile and Wang Nuannuan also became A-level students.
The remaining A-level Martial Artists were those students who had opened all acupoints, including Mu Qingying, who fainted.
However, at the moment, the expressions of these students seemed somewhat unpleasant.
They exchanged glances with unfriendly eyes.
Almost everyone present had been categorized, and their smart wristbands displayed the corresponding marks.
At this time, only three people hadn’t been assigned any level.
Li Mingming was sitting in a small corner, poking ants on the ground with a small sword, not caring much about anything around.
Rama leaned half of his body against a tree, his gaze casually sweeping over Su Tu.
"Finally, Li Mingming, Rama, and Su Tu, you three are classified as S-level students, with a daily allowance of 3000 points, free luxurious nutritional supplements, a deep sleep chamber,
professional body acupuncture nourishment daily, heart and spirit exploration assistance by a professional mentor, and an hour of technique training with the Head Instructor daily!"
Listening to the S-level Martial Artists’ benefits, each student couldn’t help but widen their eyes.
The gap is just too damn big!
Any single benefit of the S-level Martial Artists requires a lot of points. Forget the others, just the luxurious nutritional supplement; one meal costs 500 points, equal to a B-level student’s daily point allowance!
Not to mention the rest of those projects that sound expensive.
You say survival of the fittest, but the weak aren’t even worth the crumbs left by the strong?
Looking at Su Tu and the other two, all the students felt envy burning in their eyes.
How can the gap between people be this large?
"Instructor Niu Chou, I have an objection!!"
Just as everyone was stunned by the S-level students’ benefits, a young man raised his hand and spoke up.
The young man’s name was Huang Dao, an A-level student and one of the few full acupoint Martial Artists.
"Speak," Niu Chou glanced sideways and said.
"I accept the Li family’s recognition for this S-level qualification, and acknowledge Rama for being the first to break out of the Ancient Forest."
"But this student Su, his exit was among the last batch. I want to know, what qualifies him to occupy an S-level position!"
As Huang Dao spoke, a few other A-level full acupoint Martial Artists also looked up one after another.
Except... Tuoba Fengtian...
"Bunch of lunatics, yet what to qualify for an S-level, he even shattered my Golden Light, I’ll accept him even if he ascends to the heavens!"
Tuoba Fengtian lowered his head and muttered quietly.