Late at night.

In the hospital room, all the students from the defense department were lying on the beds, each with two bottles hanging from them.

The atmosphere in the room was almost like a crematorium.

The kids with bruised faces were beyond despair.

The IV bottles were filled with various recovery potions, expensive but capable of quickly healing injuries.

The sparring partners must wear professional protective gear, and normally, they wouldn't suffer external injuries. These potions were developed by the Divine Land Research Institute and were effective at reducing swelling and pain.

Su Yue was carried inside.

He had ten syringe needles in him, his injuries were the most severe.

After enduring over 400 moves, Su Yue's alarm finally went off.

Calculating at thirty bucks per punch, over 400 moves, Su Yue earned twelve thousand.

In one night, he earned twelve thousand, this was practically getting rich overnight.

Unfortunately, Sun Zhiwei told Su Yue that the market price for those ten recovery potions was twenty thousand.

The school would need to subsidize him eight thousand.

Su Yue could only sigh, as martial arts indeed prove to be a bottomless pit leading to bankruptcy.

But if he wanted to recover quickly, this was the only option.

In the hospital room, those 9-card students were worse off, unable to endure even ten moves, making a mere 300 bucks.

Su Yue asked around, and those like Old Zhao, who are skilled sparring partners, can make about 1,300 bucks a night.

But they don't have special recovery potions and need three to four days to recover, working a maximum of ten days a month.

Moreover, this 1,200 bucks has to cover essential injury medicines.

Calculated, it only amounts to about 12,000 bucks a month.

Better than delivering meals, as ordinary people delivering meals max earn 7,000 bucks a month.

For the extra 5,000 bucks, these people strive hard.

But there's no choice, as it's quicker than earning from manual labor.

This is life.

To live prosperously, one must make sacrifices.

Martial artists are actually worse off; in humid realms, they risk their lives, sparring partners at least have alarms and protective gear, ensuring safety.

In this era, only those who live comfortably can enjoy basic survival.

Perhaps, this is also a form of survival of the fittest.

...

Su Yue's physical constitution is robust. Shortly after, he completely absorbed all the potions.

The internal injuries indeed almost fully recovered.

Truly, these potions developed by the Research Institute are miraculous.

All the other students had fallen asleep. Liao Ping, who had been beaten swollen like a pig's head, had already subsided, and he grinded his teeth while sleeping.

Su Yue didn't need to sleep, leaving the hospital room to go to the rooftop.

After a whole day of being hit, it shouldn't be in vain.

Su Yue carefully recalled the combat tactics of the fighter, his body subconsciously starting to perform dodging motions.

At the same time, Su Yue attempted to simulate counterattack openings in his mind.

Currently, he only knew the basic knife technique.

Thus, he imagined having a knife in his left hand, pondering how to counter the fighter.

A martial artist is not just brute force.

Combat, especially down to precise milliseconds of fighting, requires thinking, summarizing, and goal-oriented specialized training.

Unknowingly, Su Yue entered a state of selflessness.

He was like an agile grasshopper, his two feet constantly clicking on the ground, and his body changing various dodging postures.

From afar, Sun Zhiwei nodded approvingly.

In his eyes, Su Yue's dodges were still full of flaws, even clumsy.

But this was just the first day of training.

On the first day, Su Yue already had summarizing awareness, enough to prove this little fellow isn't ordinary.

The key is that quite a few moves he summarized himself with proper form.

The first day.

Others were already sleeping soundly.

"The top scholar of the entrance exam, indeed interesting.

"The sea of learning has no bounds, struggling as a boat; the path of martial arts, similarly vast and boundless, only through arduous cultivation can a boat carry you.

"Su Yue, if you go to the four major Martial Arts Academies, I hope you can carve out a path and remember me, your teacher, in the future."

Sun Zhiwei nodded in the dark and then left.

Fighting club, 98 consecutive wins.

Come to think of it, it's a rather despairing record.

But in the eyes of true martial artists, this is just a joke, simply first-grade martial artists playing house.

In fighting clubs, even second-grade martial artists are rare, as they've begun to disdain such fighting environments.

...

The next day.

Besides Su Yue and Liao Ping, other students still needed to recuperate and weren't fit for continued training.

Hence, Su Yue and Liao Ping continued to the training grounds.

The remaining students looked on with disheartened eyes.

This is the difference between oneself and a genius.

In the race against time during high school, others train while you're confined to bed healing.

No blame for others having 19 cards, 17 cards of Qi Blood.

A step slow, every step slow.

One truly squandered too much time.

Training grounds.

Today Old Zhao didn't come, nor did Flower Bear.

Su Yue's sparring fighter was changed to someone at B6 rank.

"Kid, recovered quickly, huh."

This fighter evidently had heard of Su Yue's exploits from yesterday.

The fighter stared at this skinny young man with undisguised malice.

"Let's start, stop the chatter."

Su Yue took a deep breath, naturally assuming a fighting stance.

Yesterday, he thought this stance was somewhat pretentious, even foolish.

"Wow, looks decent!"

Boom!

The wind of punches whistled, and Su Yue furrowed his brow.

Different from yesterday's fighters, this was a completely different fighting style.

Crack.

Su Yue got whipped by a leg blow.

People expected the alarm to sound, yet he twisted his neck and amazingly stood up again.

"That leg whip, I'd give you 9 points...out of 100."

Su Yue's forehead was scraped by the floor, blood flowing from his brow.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

The fighter, mocked, instantly got angry.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The training ground commenced another round of frantic attacks.

This time, Su Yue took a Qi Blood Pill, with each hit causing various degrees of Qi Blood growth within him.

Unfortunately, he's already 19 cards, currently increasing by 1 card is particularly tough.

...

Available Hardwork Points: 341

Hardwork Counter:

1: Sleep Exemption

2: The Price of Love

3: Save Your Dog Life

4: A Distinction Between Man and Ghost

Qi Blood Value: 19 cards

...

After two days of intensive training, Su Yue's Hardwork Points rose by 182 points.

The Hardwork System indeed pushes one hard.

In two days, 182 points, the increase was genuinely fierce.

341 points, though meeting the conditions for directly increasing Qi Blood value, but this time Su Yue decided to accumulate Hardwork Points.

He is in training, cannot let limbs become disabled.

Better to wait until resting to make improvements.

Moreover, the later the Qi Blood value, the slower the improvement, the system can directly increase, no special circumstances, clearly the later it gets, the more advantageous.

Of course, mainly increasing during rest periods.

After all, to disable limbs, Su Yue can't always wait to accumulate enough Hardwork Points, then lie on the bed for several months.

He had calculated that after his Qi Blood increased, Hardwork Points would be +2.

Before it was +1.

This also makes things complicated for him.

Accumulating without improving, with a small power base, the growth of Hardwork Points slows, wasting time.

If improved early, it feels like a loss, as it gets harder later.

Matters are hard to balance.

Ultimately, Su Yue decided to go with the flow.

Improve whenever there's time, and accumulate when there's not.

...

Hospital room.

Su Yue was carried back again.

Today he earned more money, naturally, under Sun Zhiwei's arrangement, the recovery potions he used also were upgraded.

On the bed, Su Yue glanced at the Hardwork value.

389 points.

About to break 400.

Moreover, high-class nutritional fluids will greatly promote the growth of Qi Blood value.

Even without the system directly increasing, Su Yue feels he's not far from 20 cards.

After learning about Golden Bone Form, Su Yue's goal is to reach 30 cards before capping rank.

A long journey ahead.

The recovery potion takes three hours to finish hanging, Su Yue lay with open eyes recalling daytime experiences.

Others were sound asleep, Su Yue, however, felt:

"I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow's confrontation, such a bizarre mindset."

...

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