Han Peng slowly opened his mouth.

Other students in the martial arts class of No. 1 Middle School also looked at the monitor in disbelief.

Sixth grade warrior!

How could he be a sixth-grade warrior?

They cannot accept it.

Fang Ke is the top scholar in literature! He is a liberal arts student!

Although he ranks first in the liberal arts class, his status and reputation are far behind those of the martial arts class. He can't even compare to the top ten in the martial arts class!

Even if he is really a warrior, if he is only a first-grade warrior with decent martial arts talent, that's it. There are hundreds of warriors in Dragon City.

But he suddenly became a sixth-grade warrior.

This achievement is really second only to Song Chengyu in the entire Dragon City!

You are a liberal arts student, but your martial arts skills are better than those of us martial arts students.

Don’t we want to lose face?

Martial arts students from other schools are already making a noise.

They didn't know that Fang Ke was a liberal arts student.

So although I was surprised, it was not the same as the martial arts students from No. 1 Middle School.

"Brother is awesome!"

"More than six thousand kilograms, the explosive power of a sixth-grade warrior, with this result, I really have a chance to compete with Song Chengyu for the top spot in martial arts!"

"Even if you can't compete for the top prize in martial arts, there is no problem if you are second in the martial arts rankings!"

"You're also from No. 1 Middle School? What's your name?"

"Didn't the third model participate last time? Why haven't I heard of such a fierce martial arts student?"

……

Martial arts students from other schools talk to each other.

Han Peng finally closed his mouth, but when he heard the words of the martial arts students from other schools, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Of course you haven't heard of him. He is a liberal arts student."

"What?" Some people suspected that they heard it wrong

Han Peng shouted loudly: "I said, Fang Ke is a liberal arts student! He is the top scholar in the city in three years! Did you hear that!"

A moment.

The whole place was quiet.

Even the staff of the Martial Arts Bureau in charge of explosive power testing looked at Fang Ke in surprise.

The top scholar in liberal arts, want to compete for the top prize in martial arts?

Aren’t liberal arts students just a bunch of weak scholars?

Someone actually appears who can fight?

"Who said liberal arts students can't practice martial arts." Song Chengyu had silently completed the test and stood next to Fang Ke.

"Fang Ke is both civil and military!"

The other martial arts candidates were all convinced.

They look down on liberal arts students.

But can a sixth-grade warrior-level Wen Zhuangyuan be considered a liberal arts student?

"How explosive are you?" Fang Ke looked at Song Chengyu.

He smiled and said: "If you are taller than you, you want to take away my title of No. 1 in martial arts. You will have to work harder in the actual combat test later."

"Okay!" Fang Ke nodded.

Other martial arts candidates said one after another.

"Even if I can't win the first prize in martial arts, I will definitely be second in the martial arts rankings."

"Yes, except for Brother Yu, the others in the third model are only fifth-level warriors at the highest. There is a big gap between them and you."

"That's right, Brother Yu and us were not at the same level before."

"Now that we have Fang Ke, at least Brother Yu is not as miserable at high altitudes."

Fang Ke smiled.

"So now the two of us are living in the cold."

Other martial arts students were dumbfounded.

This Wen Zhuangyuan seems to be a bit good at talking...

Soon.

The explosive power test is over.

Warriors and non-martialists are separated again.

Hundreds of high-quality martial arts invigilators led more than 4,000 quasi-martial arts candidates, dispersed into two hundred teams, and rushed to the area around the foot of Changshan Mountain.

The martial arts candidates went to Changshan under the leadership of seven senior martial arts masters.

Four of these seven martial arts masters are from the four major high schools.

The other three are from the Martial Arts Bureau, Education Bureau and Warrior Building.

Fang Ke knew two of them.

One is Zhang Xian from Warrior Building, who took him to be recognized as a genius last night.

The other one was just introduced to him by Song Chengyu.

Dong Chengshan, a senior martial arts teacher at No. 1 Middle School and a ninth-grade martial arts master.

Looking at the martial arts masters joking and walking in front, Song Chengyu said softly.

"They are all veterans who have retired from the battlefield of all races."

"Although they appear to be intact on the outside, in fact, everyone has injuries that cannot be healed."

"Like Teacher Dong, both of his lungs are artificial lungs."

"Uncle Zhang is the same. His left leg bones are all made of metal."

"There is also Zhou Xi at the sentry post at the foot of the mountain. Even though he is not very old, he is only in his thirties, but he has also come back from the battlefield of thousands of races."

"His two arm bones are both artificial alloy bones."

Fang Ke's heart trembled.

This is what happens on the battlefield of all races.

If you want to come back, you have to die or become disabled.

These people are already pretty good. Equipped with artificial bones, organs, etc., at least their normal lives will not be affected.

There are many people who have no chance of treatment when they come back.

"There is a shortage of people on the battlefield of all races." Song Chengyu said softly.

"Fang Ke, you have to practice hard during your four years in college."

"When I'm in college... no, in my junior or senior year, if I can break through the martial arts masters, I can go to the battlefield of all races to fight."

"I plan to become a martial artist in my freshman and sophomore years, and go to the battlefield of all races in my junior year."

Song Chengyu looked up at the top of the mountain not far ahead, his tone gentle but firm.

"This battle is not important."

"To humans, ferocious beasts are nothing more than captive livestock that can be destroyed at any time."

"College entrance examination, martial arts champion, these are not important."

"Our future lies on the battlefield of all races!"

"Fang Ke."

"Let's make a pact."

"What agreement?" Fang Ke looked at him.

"No matter who the martial champion is." Song Chengyu said with a smile: "When we get to the battlefield of ten thousand races, how about killing a ten thousand race who is at the same level as yourself and giving it to the other party as compensation?"

Fang Ke's eyes moved slightly.

Song Chengyu is really... so naive!

"Okay!" Fang Ke nodded heavily, and signed the seal with Song Chengyu in a serious manner.
To be continued...