Chapter 6

After Andro left the Martial Arts Association, it was already getting late, so he hailed a cab and returned home.

When he entered, he saw his parents sitting on the couch. They seemed to be waiting for him to come home.

"Andro, there's something we want to talk to you about," Seraphine spoke first.

Andro sat down and looked at them curiously, waiting for them to continue.

"Andro, where's the Beast Crystal? We've decided to sell it."

"A premium-quality Ferocious Beast Crystal can sell for about $12,000. We can then buy you some supplements and try to get you to reach the cultivation threshold before the national exam!"

They had originally planned to do this secretly and surprise Andro with the supplements.

But when they went into Andro's room, they only found an empty box. The Beast Crystal was nowhere to be seen.

Andro turned to his father. "Weren't you always against selling it?"

Damon sighed. "I was being way too stubborn. I should have been more mindful of our family's financial situation.

"When the captain gave me that Beast Crystal, he actually told me to sell it for some money, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Now, I've finally come to terms with it."

Over the past year, their family's financial situation had become increasingly difficult. Damon also knew Andro's fire sensitivity was 0.9, just 0.1 shy of the threshold. Maybe with the help of supplements, he could bridge that gap. If Andro could gain cultivation qualification, it would all be worth it.

There were only three months left until the national exam. The entry requirement for college was having cultivation qualification. If Andro's sensitivity could reach 1, he could get into a college.

Even the lowest-ranked college was still a college. After graduating, at the very least, he would be an early-stage Body Temperer, and he could still do pretty well for himself.

"We're not selling it!" Andro shook his head.

There was nothing to sell, because he'd already devoured the crystal.

"Huh?" Both of them looked at Andro, puzzled.

In the past, whenever they argued about this matter, although Andro didn't support the idea, he was never against it either. Why had he suddenly changed his mind?

"Selling it is out of the question. Don't worry about me, you guys. I can already cultivate!" Andro revealed the truth to his parents.

Over the past year, his parents had been really worried about him. It was high time to put their minds at ease and let them be happy for once.

"You can cultivate?" Both of them stared at Andro, completely stunned.

A moment later, Seraphine stood up, walked over to Andro, and reached out to touch his forehead. "Andro, are you feeling well?"

Andro knew they wouldn't believe him, so he took out a certificate. "See for yourself!"

Seraphine checked the certificate. "Early-Stage Body Temperer Certificate?"

As she stared at the certificate, her hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Let me see, let me see!" Damon could only shout from the couch due to his disability.

Seraphine went to him and handed him the certificate. When he saw it, he exclaimed excitedly, "It really is an Early-Stage Body Temperer Certificate!"

His expression was complicated.

Becoming an early-stage Body Temperer three months before the national exam was something only top students could pull off. Most students could only become a Body Temperer after getting into college.

Andro smiled looking at their reactions. He'd actually gotten four certificates at once. Luckily, he didn't show them the Peak-Stage Body Temperer Certificate, or they might faint from excitement.

He stood up and returned to his room, choosing not to disturb their excitement.

The next day, the homeroom teacher walked up to the podium in class and looked at everyone. "Today, we'll have practical combat training. It'll also serve as a test to evaluate your progress.

"The national exam is just around the corner. I hope all of you will show your true capabilities. The school will register the outstanding performers in this training session, and these selected students will receive special training in the coming months!"

It was the home stretch before the national exam, and the school had certain targets to meet. Therefore, the students' results weren't just the students' problems, but also the school's.

"Alright, everyone, head to the practical combat training ground! This time, it's a school-wide training, so don't embarrass me!" The homeroom teacher glared at everyone.

The training ground was less than twenty minutes away from the classroom building by foot.

When Andro arrived, there were already over a thousand people there.

A while later, all the classes were divided into ten groups. Andro's Class 7 was assigned to Group 2.

Each group had an instructor.

"My name is Troy Murphy, and I'm your instructor. Now, who's going to step forward first?"

"Mr. Murphy, are we going to fight you?" a student asked.

Troy chuckled, "Fight me? I'm a peak-stage Body Temperer, so if you really want to fight me, go ahead!"

"Uh…"

The students' expressions changed when they heard that. A peak-stage Body Temperer? Even their school's number one genius didn't have that kind of strength.

"The first one to step forward will be the king of the hill, so to speak. What? No one's got the guts?" Troy scanned the crowd.

Just then, one of the students stood up and walked to the center of the arena. "My name is Egor Lohan!"

"It's Egor!" The students looked taken aback when they saw Egor.

Egor Lohan, 12th grade, ranked 5th among the top ten geniuses of Rovechester High.

"Egor Lohan actually got assigned to our group? How are we supposed to fight him?!" someone muttered, exasperated.

If they went up to challenge Egor, they'd just get thrashed.

When he saw Egor step forward, Troy nodded with satisfaction. He then turned his attention back to the other students. Since no one else dared to step forward, he had no choice but to call someone out.

There was no other way around it. He needed to assess the students' practical combat abilities to find the outstanding ones among them, and he could only assess them if they fought.

"You!" He pointed at a random student.

The student's face fell. He nervously went up.

Bam!

As soon as the fight started, he was knocked to the ground.

"You." Troy continued picking challengers.

As time went on, one challenger after another was defeated by Egor. Even the strongest challenger couldn't last more than three moves.

"You!" Troy continued.

"Go, Class Rep!"

Suddenly, the students of Class 7 started cheering.

The class representative who was called out shook his head with a bitter smile. He knew how strong Egor was, and he knew he was definitely no match for Egor.

Sure enough, after he went up, he only lasted ten moves before getting defeated.

The students of Class 7 instantly became deflated.

"Egor is just too strong, it's practically bullying!" Someone shook their head helplessly.

Some of the girls looked at Egor with sparkling eyes.

"Not bad!" Troy nodded with satisfaction at Egor's performance.

Egor must have already reached the threshold for early-stage Body Tempering.

After that, Troy scanned the remaining people who hadn't fought yet.

"You!" He pointed at Andro.

Andro stood up. Hank tugged at his sleeve and said, "Just fall down immediately when the fight starts. Don't let him hit you!"

Andro nodded. After walking onto the arena, he simply stated, "My name's Andro!"

His expression was incredibly calm, which surprised all the students watching.

"He doesn't look nervous at all!"

"If you're called, you have to go up. Since he's gonna get beaten anyway, he's probably just mentally prepared to lose already!"

After defeating so many people, Egor was clearly getting a bit bored. He casually asked Andro, "Ready?"

"Ready!" Andro nodded.

The moment Andro finished talking, Egor charged right at him. He wanted to quickly wrap up this boring fight.

He pounced like a cheetah, moving at extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Andro.

Some of the girls couldn't help but scream.

"Egor!"

"Egor!"

The atmosphere reached a climax.

Bam!

A figure was sent flying back.