There are 3 classes a year.

Lu Qianjun looked at the actual combat class transcript of class 1, and then looked at the actual combat class transcript of class 3.

A frown furrowed.

Practical combat subjects are the least talented, they just need a little understanding, but they rely more on actual combat training.

Fang Hao's actual combat assessment is S.

His actual combat rating is also S.

But now that a month has passed, he knows that he is indeed a real combat S.

But Fang Hao's actual combat S is because the highest assessment is only to S, and people are actually super S.

In just one month, Fang Hao has improved the actual combat ability of the others in Class 1 by one level.

This speed made the college tutors ashamed.

Tutors only work on salaries, and they don't necessarily work hard to teach, let alone summarize and train each student.

Moreover, these True Martial Fivefold Realm and Sixfold Realm mentors may not have strong actual combat ability.

Among these mentors, only a few have crossed the line with strange beasts in the wild and experienced bloody battles.

Most of the rest are from academies or martial arts halls, and they have never been on the battlefield, and they have not even gone to the wild to fight wild beasts, and they will not fight to the death of people in their lives.

In other words, most mentors are themselves flowers in the greenhouse.

Lu Qianjun put down the report card and secretly thought about whether to contact Fang Hao.

In the past month, the three of them have a sense of "the king doesn't see the king", even if they bump into each other, they shouldn't see it.

However, the students of the three classes have a faint tendency to confront and even provoke.

Now as soon as the actual combat report card comes out, the students in Class 1 can't help but feel a little angry when they walk, and they are also a little condescending to the people in Class 3 and Class 10.

Not for other classes, after all, they are not on the same track.

But for the people in class 3 and class 10, there is a sense of pride.

Correspondingly, the people in classes 3 and 10 will have a sense of grievance.

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

Aren't you all three-S-level?

Why is Class 1 improving so fast and improving so much?

Although no one asked in person, Lu Qianjun was already feeling the pressure.

There are only two ways to relieve this pressure.

The first is to make everyone realize that Fang Hao is a unique existence.

The second is to fight with Fang Hao, and use his strength to prove that he is just not very good at teaching, not not strong enough.

Although this does not solve the problem that the promotion of this class is not as big as that of Class 1, it can save some face.

Originally, the task of guiding the actual combat ability was the task of the instructor of the actual combat class, not the representative of the martial arts class.

However, the instructor of the practical class leads several classes by himself, and his energy is limited, and he is not necessarily very attentive.

Fang Hao's teaching is too good, better than the tutor, and Shengsheng has raised the actual combat performance of all the members of Class 1 by a notch.

This comparison makes it seem that the other martial arts representatives are very wasteful and careless.

As a third-S-level genius at the same level as Fang Hao, Lu Qianjun and the other are naturally under the greatest pressure.

"You're hard rolled!"

Lu Qianjun sighed, rolled the two report cards into a ball, and threw them into the trash.

Originally, everyone practiced easily and happily.

Now there is a volume king suddenly, so everyone can't be relaxed and happy.

He took out his mobile phone and called Fang Hao.

"Fang Hao? I'm Lu Qianjun. ”

Fang Hao, who received the call, was a little surprised: "Something?" ”

"Who is your master?" Lu Qianjun asked directly, "Is it Li Chao?" ”

"It's not." Fang Hao was a little puzzled, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Lu Qianjun said: "Make an appointment, let's fight." ”

"Noon?"

"Okay, see you at noon on the big playground."

Lu Qianjun hung up the phone, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Being able to teach may not be able to fight.

Fang Hao let the actual combat performance of Class 1 students collectively improve by one notch, which does not mean that he is better than himself!

In the end, who is strong, you have to fight to know!

The rest of Class 3 immediately spread the news, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves.

Soon, the entire True Martial Academy became lively.

Not only the excitement of this grade, but also the seniors of the second and third grades.

When the mentors learned the news, they all paid attention.

This is the first major event after the admission of new students this year!

Now there is another mental power test S, and it's time to call them four-S-level geniuses.

Moreover, this mental power test is much more important than the previous strength, physical fitness, and actual combat tests, because the spiritual power qualification directly determines the upper limit of the cultivator!

Students who reach S in the first month of the mental power test will most likely be able to break through to the True Martial Sevenfold Realm in the future, and then impact the True Martial Ten Realm, and it is not impossible to become a king-level powerhouse.

Now the two future kings are going to have the first peak duel in their lives!

Whoever wins, it will not affect their future achievements and current evaluation.

Because life is a long road, their true martial arts road is still very long.

Participating in the "Genius Youth Competition" next year is the moment to truly shine with genius.

Lu Qianjun gave Fang Hao a battle letter, which naturally aroused the competitiveness of another fourth-S-level genius.

After Shi Zhixue heard Li Xiaoya's words, she just nodded slightly.

"Got it."

"I'll check it out at noon."

Her voice was soft, a little detached and ethereal, but also soft, and it made people's ears itch a little to listen to.

Although she became a representative of the martial arts class, she didn't care about the actual combat cultivation of her classmates, let alone training with boys.

doesn't even practice against girls other than Li Xiaoya.

It's just that I will provide some experience and guidance to the students when they practice, point out the flaws between the moves, and fulfill the obligations of the representative of the martial arts class.

It can be said that among the 29 people in class 10 except herself, she only looks at Li Xiaoya, and no one else can get into her eyes.

Even to Li Xiaoya, she was not very kind.

Li Xiaoya knew that she was just like that, and she didn't care about her attitude towards herself, she just smiled and said, "Do you want to hand over a war book too?" ”

"To whom?"

"Fang Hao, he is really powerful, my dad praises it. Alas, it's a pity that I wasn't assigned to Class 1. ”

"Let's take a look first."

Shi Zhixue opened the history textbook and said softly.

Li Xiaoya pouted, turned back to her seat, and sighed as she lay on the table.

She's really out of luck.

Not only did he not have the same class as Fang Hao.

didn't even have a class with Fang Mengqi!

No, I have to pull Fang Mengqi to live at home for a few days on the weekend, and as soon as my stinky brother leaves, she is too bored to be at home alone.

Why don't you call Fang Hao too?

Eighty percent please don't move.

The morning class ended quickly, and it was noon.

On the large playground, hundreds of students of the True Martial Arts Academy formed a large circle with a diameter of twenty meters, and those in the front row consciously squatted or sat down.

Dean Wen Zilong led a group of mentors and also came to watch the game.

This first battle was of great significance and impact.

If this first battle does not bring good results and impacts, the subsequent matchups in the first year will be negatively affected.

To describe it in two words, it is to be "decent".

A decent opening, a decent progression, a decent ending.

Whenever something goes wrong and leads to an undignified situation, the impact will become negative.

Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and negative news can always be delivered faster.

But now the students have a mobile phone, and they can't stop taking pictures.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The protagonist appears and the audience is immediately silenced.