Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 48 Impossible, Absolutely Impossible

When Lu Zhao returned to the dormitory, Murong Can and Yang Guangming were both dancing with joy.

The two seemed to be in a somewhat worrying mental state.

"What happened?" he had no choice but to ask.

Even Yang Guangming, who usually maintains a quiet demeanor, couldn't help but excitedly exclaim, "We've been selected for the elite class!"

"Really?"

Murong Can ran up with a grin: "It's definitely true! Our cultivation levels are almost halfway through, and our martial arts skills are up to standard, so Instructor Dong promoted us."

Yang Guangming couldn't help but ask, "Is there a martial arts assessment tomorrow? They said we can participate too."

The two of them asked a lot of questions, and as a "senior" and roommate, Lu Zhao naturally tried his best to explain.

"Refining Pill...Military Merit..."

After the explanation, both of them were in a daze. These were things they wouldn't even dare to imagine in their younger class; the class distinctions were so clear.

"I'm motivated now!"

Murong Can's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "In terms of cultivation progress, the two of us might not be able to catch up with the fastest, but if it's just a matter of martial arts, Old Yang and I are not at a disadvantage with our swords!"

"Yes!" Yang Guangming agreed.

Just then, Shi Jian returned from outside. These past few days, Lu Zhao had been busy moving cement and hadn't had much time to practice with him, so they were practicing separately for the time being.

A few minutes later, he also learned that his two roommates had been promoted to a higher class.

"Congratulations! Your progress is just as good as ours."

Although Shi Jian speaks frankly, he doesn't only say unpleasant things; he simply speaks the truth.

Hearing this, the two were overjoyed: "Really? We're not at the bottom after all?"

"Won't."

Shi Jian said firmly, "The slowest one in our group is less than 40% of the Warrior Realm level. I estimate that after the martial arts assessment, he will be relegated to the lower class."

Murong Can chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, let's get the Cleansing Pills and catch up. Maybe we can even surpass the people at the front."

"What cleansing pill?" Shi Jian didn't understand at first.

"It's the reward for testing martial arts skills tomorrow."

"Oh, you can't possibly get it."

Shi Jian started saying unpleasant things, "There are too many capable people, I can't get it either."

"I don't believe you, let's see what you've got."

So, Lu Zhao and Yang Guangming retreated to the doorway, leaving the two of them to spar briefly in the small open space of the dormitory.

"Don't hold back, I'm in the top three in martial arts in the junior class."

Murong Can usually had a good temper, but this time he was very unwilling to accept it, so he charged forward with great force and crossed half of the room in one go.

Lu Zhao watched coldly from the sidelines, and casually activated his [Eagle Eye] ability.

chapped.

Dynamic vision improved dramatically in an instant, and the movements of the two people immediately became clear in their field of vision.

Murong Can turned to the side, raised her right leg, and kicked Shi Jian in the chest with her blue slipper foot.

With the aid of special skills, Lu Zhao easily saw that it was fake. When Shi Jian raised his hand to block, he would change his attack, from a front kick to a high kick. If he forced his opponent to step back, he could step forward and close in with a punch.

This is a move that ordinary people cannot exert force on, but a martial artist at the Warrior level is no ordinary person.

Lu Zhao glanced at it once and then turned off the special effects.

it's useless.

Crackling sound.

Shi Jian had no intention of retreating or blocking at all. He attacked directly, entangled Murong Can's right leg, and twisted it, throwing him to the ground.

thump.

Yang Guangming shuddered.

It wasn't the muffled sound that frightened him, but rather his realization of the gap between the elite class and the small class.

"Six, sixty-one, can't even get a Refinement Pill from a stone?"

"Um."

Lu Zhao expressed his approval.

He believed that Shi Jian's martial arts skills were terrible, but this standard was based on the elite class, and it would be different when compared to other new recruits.

After all, the martial arts instructors for Murong Can and the others were ordinary soldiers like Dong Yijian who were familiar with martial arts, while the instructor for Shi Jian was Xin Li of the Qingming Guard, someone who could make martial arts look amazing.

"It's over."

Murong Can squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head. "Old Yang, it seems we'll have to catch up on the progress ourselves. Forget about the pills."

Shi Jian said, "Where there's a will, there's a way; hard work will bring rewards."

This isn't just feel-good platitudes; this is his belief, regardless of whether it aligns with objective realities or what others think.

"No matter what."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Lu Zhao said, "We're all training in the same place now, so let's try to go to better places in the future."

Murong Can perked up again: "That's right, Lao Yang, let's not be discouraged. We've already reached about 50% of our cultivation, haven't we? There's still more than half a month left for the elite class's assignment assessment, which is about halfway through the time. As long as we work a little harder and enter the Iron Body Realm, we'll have a high chance of being assigned to the Martial Guard."

Lu Zhao asked, "Can someone at the Iron Body Realm be assigned to the Martial Guard?"

Murong Can was a little surprised: "You don't know? Breaking through to the Iron Body Realm in a month and a half is top-tier among the Martial Soldiers. If not 90%, there's at least a 70-80% chance that he'll be picked up by some Martial Guard units."

Lu Zhao was unaware that he had always admired Murong Can's gossip skills, or, in other words, intelligence gathering.

"In that case, let's aim for the Iron Body Realm. In the remaining half month, we all need to break through to the Iron Body Realm."

"That's right!"

The four of them took out their practice mats and began their routine pre-sleep breathing exercises.

.....

The martial arts test site was located on the outer edge of the engineering area. Inside were two large warehouses connected together, with a winding passageway formed by prefabricated steel plates in the middle, arranged in a "己" shape.

It contains all kinds of equipment, large and small, most of which are testing and training equipment dismantled from veterans' training grounds. The style is rough and practical, with no regard for aesthetics, giving it a post-apocalyptic wasteland feel.

"This Wang Zhao is really amazing. In just a few days, he managed to put together this whole system from several test machines and moving targets."

Captain Naishi Xiangyang stood on the elevated iron corridor on the second floor of the venue, looking down at the venue below. "I finally know why I couldn't get the engineering technician job back then. I just don't have the talent, hahaha."

Standing beside him was not any of the ship's deputy captains, but Ji Ye, the ship's cadet officer.

On this Kun-class transport ship, only the two of them could be considered equals.

"Captain Neishi is right."

Ji Ye stroked his beard. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have agreed to use equipment to test martial arts skills, because it's impossible to measure anything. In that case, we'd just have to fight in the arena."

"This is a good thing." Neishi Xiangyang secretly glanced over.

If it were a real-world arena battle, it would definitely be more advantageous for those scions of aristocratic families who had already begun their cultivation. However, using machine testing and scoring could slightly eliminate some of the advantages brought by cultivation level.

"Is that so?" Ji Ye remained noncommittal, simply trying to evade the question.

The Imperial Secretary Xiangyang smiled and stopped asking questions. He was just curious about the other party's attitude and did not really want to get involved in the undercurrents between officials in the capital and local forces.

Given his background and achievements, reaching the rank of Right Vice Minister and the head of a warship is already an incredible stroke of luck. A smooth landing in this life would be a success; blindly choosing sides is not worthwhile. The continuation of the old Imperial Secretary's family line depends on his two sons, whom he has already placed in the military.

At that moment, several more figures walked in through the doorway at the edge of the corridor.

"This secret passage is not simple; hopefully it won't discourage them."

A chubby man with a mustache smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, "Greetings, Mr. Ji, and Captain Neishi."

Ji Ye took a puff of his e-cigarette and nodded.

Neishi Xiangyang smiled and replied, "Brother Fang, how is your father's health?"

"My father can eat three catties of meat a day, that's very good," Fatty Fang said with a smile. "Today, my nephew is going to participate in an inspection, so I would appreciate it if you two could take a look and see if that good-for-nothing kid can still be improved."

Ji Ye disliked this kind of feigned modesty, or perhaps he disliked the person. He exhaled smoke and hid behind his back, saying, "Let's see. If we get a ranking, we can refine it. If we don't, then we'll be in trouble."

Fatty Fang gave a forced smile, thinking to himself that the old fellow from the capital was simply unaware of the situation on the ground.

Where do so many geniuses come from in a place like Guzhongzhou? Do you really think that you can close the gap between our family's training and training after less than a month of martial arts training?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!