Chapter 74: I Want Your Contact Info

Year 5 of the New Era, July 6th. The combat part of the year-end exams at Tianhai University began. First up were the internal matches within each college.

The freshman class of the College of Computer Management and Science had ten sections with 515 students total. Jiang Xincheng drew number 200 in the lottery—a very late position. He wouldn’t fight until at least the afternoon, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

He showed up briefly at the opening ceremony, watched the opening skirt dance, then left directly. He planned to train a few more hours and return for his match in the afternoon.

As he left, a buzz of conversation filled his ears.

“The opening dance wasn’t bad this year. Which department are those beauties from? Every one is so pretty. Our College of Computer Management and Science doesn’t seem to have that many stunning girls. The college really put in effort this time. Look at those long legs—smooth and white as jade, they make my mouth water.”

“They’re from the School of Foreign Languages. They’re second-year students there. Great figures and lovely faces. They say our dean personally went to invite them. The dean is really amazing.”

“What kind of Combat Proficiency Test is this? It’s just a copy of the Primordial Force test. Higher Primordial Force means a higher rank, lower Primordial Force means a lower rank. Every Combat Proficiency Test is just a Primordial Force contest. So boring.”

“Not necessarily. Occasionally, there are strong fighters who can defeat opponents above their level. Though rare, it happens. You can’t generalize.”

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To be honest, the opening dance this year was indeed attractive. Besides drawing his number, part of why Jiang Xincheng attended the opening ceremony was for the dance.

Men are drawn to beauty, and Jiang Xincheng was no exception. After training so long, it was nice to come out occasionally, look at pretty girls, and relax. The senior students from the School of Foreign Languages were really outstanding. Nearly a hundred girls danced, and not one scored below eighty. The School of Foreign Languages really produced beauties.

Curvy figures, snow-white long legs, captivating dance moves… It really stirred the heart.

Jiang Xincheng smiled slightly. The image of hundreds of long legs dancing flitted through his mind, warming his heart. He quickened his pace, heading to the small courtyard he rented.

If you thought about it carefully, the so-called Combat Proficiency Test was indeed somewhat a copy of the Primordial Force test. Primordial Force cultivation was still in its early stages. There were no Primordial Force Combat Skills, no special techniques. Almost everyone cultivated the Primordial Ultimate Art. Those with higher Primordial Force had greater strength and faster reflexes, so they naturally defeated students with lower Primordial Force. Exceptions were rare.

As for combat experts like Liu Yijun, Liu Yifeng, and Liu Shengnan, who also practiced Taekwondo and Arhat Fist, they were still few, even at Tianhai University. So, for each Combat Proficiency Test, rankings were basically determined by Primordial Force level.

Of course, this kind of ranking occurred ninety-nine percent of the time outside the top hundred. Once you entered the top hundred, especially the top ten of each grade, those students weren’t just strong in Primordial Force; their combat skills were generally good too. You could say the Combat Proficiency Test only got exciting when competing for the top ten spots.

Except for the top ten contests, it was mostly higher Primordial Force winning, lower Primordial Force losing. After seeing it so much, Tianhai University students found it quite dull.

Even so, the overall quality of Tianhai University students ranked among the best in the Shenxia Alliance. Primordial Force had only appeared a few years ago, and the Primordial Ultimate Art had only been widespread for five years. In fact, many schools still didn’t offer courses on the Primordial Ultimate Art.

But at Tianhai University, Primordial Force cultivation and the Combat Proficiency Test were already included as key parts of various exams. This was advanced within the entire Shenxia Alliance.

So, even though Jiang Xincheng found such exams rather simple and childish, it fully demonstrated Tianhai University’s progressiveness, worthy of its status as a top-ten super university in the Shenxia Alliance.

A few hours later, Jiang Xincheng reappeared in front of the freshman combat stage of the College of Computer Management and Science. Currently, two students numbered 185 were fighting on stage.

One threw a punch, the other punched back. Fist met fist, foot met foot. It was purely a contest of Primordial Force levels. The taller boy lost. The shorter boy had slightly stronger Primordial Force and wore down the taller one, winning the match.

Then students 186 came on stage—one boy, one girl. The boy was at the Mid Muscle-Tempering Stage, the girl at the Late Muscle-Tempering Stage.

They introduced themselves briefly, then started fighting. The result was one-sided. With denser Primordial Force and quicker reactions, the girl’s punch speed and power far surpassed the boy’s. She drove him back step by step, and he soon surrendered.

Neither used any real techniques—it was just chaotic fighting. Jiang Xincheng frowned at the sight. But this was normal. It was the early days of Primordial Force. Without Primordial Force Combat Skills or special techniques, almost everyone cultivated the Primordial Ultimate Art. So fights were just comparisons of Primordial Force stage.

Whoever had denser Primordial Force could either exhaust their opponent or directly overpower them with superior force, thus winning the fight. The number of Primordial Warriors who could use skill and technique in combat was very small.

After waiting another half hour, it was Jiang Xincheng’s turn. The other student who drew number 200 was a delicate-looking girl. Not extremely beautiful, but cute and pleasant-looking. In the College of Computer Management and Science, she could be called a class beauty.

“Hello, Senior Jiang Xincheng. I’m Wang Xiaoyu from Freshman Class 2. I’m nineteen years old, I cultivate the Primordial Ultimate Art, and I’ve reached the Mid Muscle-Tempering Stage. I like singing and dancing. I sing pretty well. As for dance, I just started learning Waltz. I’m not good yet, but once I improve, I’d like to invite you to dance with me.”

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, Wang Xiaoyu chattered nonstop. “A few days ago, I saw you test your Primordial Force. Lifting a tripod, a thousand jin of strength—Senior, you’re really amazing! Advancing from Early Muscle-Tempering to Late Tendon Training Stage in just a year—that kind of cultivation speed is hard to imagine. I really admire talented people like you, Senior…”

“Um…” Jiang Xincheng couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted her. He looked at her and said, “So, Student Wang Xiaoyu, are we going to fight or not?”

“No!” Wang Xiaoyu shook her head firmly, a look of grievance on her cute face. “I’m so unlucky to meet a super talent like you in the first round. I’ve only reached the Mid Muscle-Tempering Stage. How could I be your match? So I want your contact info, then I’ll surrender. Senior, can you give me your contact info?”