High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 2: Practical Assessment

[Name: Jiang Ye]

[Physique: Mortal Body (D Level → C Level)]

[Cultivation Technique]

Star Martial Cultivation Technique: Entry (99%)

[Achievements]

Martial Arts Master

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A system panel suddenly materialized before Jiang Ye's eyes.

He rapidly sorted his mind and started inspecting the details.

"Physique upgrade? So my bodily attributes have gotten stronger?"

It was evident.

His physique had advanced from [Mortal Body D Level] to [Mortal Body C Level].

Jiang Ye sensed it closely, and right at that moment, his body appeared to experience certain transformations.

First off, his senses sharpened noticeably.

Next, his frame felt considerably lighter.

It was like foul qi was being purged from within, refreshing his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

These shifts were minor, not too striking, yet Jiang Ye definitely noticed them.

"Looks like the upgrade isn't massive, but jumping from D to C Level wouldn't bring dramatic leaps anyway..."

Jiang Ye drew in a deep breath.

A bolstered physique ought to affect real fights.

The exact differences would show in the coming evaluations.

At the same time.

In Grade Two Class 9, every student had finished the power test.

The digital board behind the room instantly showed the power test rankings.

Jiang Ye checked his position.

His power hit 245 kilograms, placing him 35th in class.

"I overtook five spots during winter break."

A faint grin appeared on Jiang Ye's face; last semester's finals had him at 40th.

In a class of a hundred, that spot wasn't bad.

Still, the power test was merely the start.

Speed tests and fight tests would follow.

The prelim assessment's final rank would merge scores from all three for an overall tally.

With the physique boost, Jiang Ye could climb higher in the remaining two.

"Speed test begins now."

The lady teacher on stage announced steadily.

She hit a switch on the wall, lowering the central power machine gradually.

Simultaneously, a sleek silver treadmill emerged from the floor.

"Li Zhichao first."

A pointy-haired lad stepped from the line to start his speed trial.

Shortly, others joined one by one.

The room's rear digital board kept updating the rankings.

"Li Zhichao: 14.9 meters/second"

"Wen Yuehui: 12.7 meters/second"

"Zeng Niu: 10.9 meters/second"

...

"Jiang Ye next."

The lady teacher called out.

"Yes, Teacher Chen."

Jiang Ye stood and moved to the treadmill.

Teacher Chen Zilu, the Martial Arts instructor for Class 9, was youthful, stunning, with porcelain skin, and popular among the guys.

Jiang Ye mounted the treadmill, calibrated for 100 meters, where his top speed counted as the score.

"Go."

Boom!

Jiang Ye lunged ahead, and the machine thundered to life.

Lights flickered along the belt, precisely tracking his pace via footsteps.

In no time, the 100-meter run concluded.

The digital board updated with Jiang Ye’s result— "12.0 meters/second".

"Hit 12 meters per second already?"

"Any error here?"

Gasps of astonishment filled the classroom.

12 meters/second marked the Minor Success benchmark for the Cultivation Technique.

Yet Jiang Ye hadn't reached that stage.

Chen Zilu glanced at Jiang Ye with a smile: "Looks like you trained hard on speed over winter break, huh?"

Jiang Ye stayed quiet.

"Everyone saw that, right? That's what dedication brings—learn from Jiang Ye."

Chen Zilu addressed the class, openly commending Jiang Ye.

Only Jiang Ye understood.

His speed breaking into 12 meters/second likely stemmed from the recent physique upgrade.

"My body control has sharpened."

Jiang Ye reflected deeply: "Even without Cultivation Technique progress, I'm way ahead of my old self."

Such is the power of physique enhancement!

Truly remarkable!

Speed rankings were now displayed.

Jiang Ye went back to his seat and eyed the board.

"30th spot."

"Too bad—if I'd hit top thirty last semester, I'd qualify for poverty aid this year."

Joy mixed with a touch of regret in Jiang Ye.

Orphaned and raised by foster folks.

His adoptive parents were lowly workers with tight finances.

Under those circumstances, school aid was an option if he ranked top thirty.

"Ye, congrats on top thirty!"

The dark-skinned boy nearby cheered: "Ten spots up in one break—that's amazing!"

Jiang Ye turned to him with a grin: "Still miles behind you."

The dark-skinned boy, Wen Yuehui, was Jiang Ye’s buddy.

A top-ten achiever in Class 9, already at Minor Success in Star Martial Cultivation Technique.

"Behind me?"

Wen Yuehui shook his head sighing: "Then push harder; overtaking me won't be easy."

He spoke lightly, but inwardly vowed to train fiercer.

Thrilled for his friend's gains.

Yet if surpassed, it'd sting.

Still, he trusted his efforts would keep Jiang Ye at bay.

Jiang Ye too pledged quietly: "First milestone: crack top ten by Grade Two's end!"

Once aimed for college exams.

But now, the system changed everything.

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"Combat assessment up next."

"College entrance combat splits into arena fights and Virtual Starry Sky trials."

"Limited setup means just arena today."

Chen Zilu stated evenly: "I'll hold back to Entry level in Star Martial Cultivation Technique for spars with you all."

"But in real Martial Arts exams, expect Great Success foes."

Star Martial Cultivation Technique at Great Success was the exam baseline.

Ordinary students hitting it pre-exam had about 50% shot at Martial Arts University.

Universities differed in rank.

Top ten elites led, then Twenty-Five Alliance, down to hundreds of standard ones.

For regular class kids, any Martial Arts University was a big win.

"Buzz!"

Chen Zilu triggered a floor button, and light burst from a classroom corner.

A 10-meter silver arena platform ascended.

Chen Zilu mounted the stage, eyeing the students.

Combat trials kicked off promptly.

Though holding at Entry in Star Martial Cultivation Technique.

She wrapped up top-ten students in under ten exchanges.

"Next."

"Next."

"Next!"

Crisp orders rang repeatedly from the stage.

"Teacher's basics are insanely solid." Jiang Ye watched Chen Zilu, envy stirring within.

Fights defined Martial Arts core.

And basics formed combat's vital foundation.

Chen Zilu crushed Minor Success foes using mere Entry skills.

Her profound basics let her stand firm against wild attacks.

"Wonder how much this physique boost amps my fighting power?"

Excitement brewed in Jiang Ye.

Moments flew by.

At last, Jiang Ye took the stage once more.

What caught Jiang Ye off guard was an sudden twist during his combat test!