CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 36: CROUCHING DRAGON

The virtual starry sky assessment concluded, but Jiang Ye didn’t exit immediately, instead choosing to remain within the virtual space.

He looked at his own hands.

"Entry?" Jiang Ye’s face was filled with surprise.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to have experienced an epiphany, breaking through to a brand-new realm in his fist technique.

Breakthrough during battle!

But breaking through in combat has always been reserved for geniuses, how could it be so easy?

Reality isn’t a novel.

Moreover, Jiang Ye felt earlier that his fist technique had encountered a bottleneck, requiring a long time to hone, and a serendipitous moment to break through.

And now, he surpassed it in the blink of an eye?

Taking advantage of the system’s calculation interval, Jiang Ye clenched his fists tightly, sensing the strange change that surged within his heart.

"Huff!"

A strand of aura flowed through his meridians, traversing his entire body.

With the aid of the breathing technique, Jiang Ye quickly immersed himself in the realm.

Fist stance erupted!

"Boom! Boom!"

The fist wind broke through the air, erupting one after another with two thunder sounds, dull yet deafening.

As if true heavenly thunder were resounding!

"Eight Thunder Sounds Fist, thunder opens the path, suppressing and killing the evil spirits!" Jiang Ye continued to swing his fist.

One after another slight thunder sound exploded, the sound waves constantly reverberating.

Being able to produce substantial thunder sound signifies proficiency in this high-level art technique.

And if one can produce consecutive thunder sounds, more than two, that’s considered entry!

Striking several thunder sounds with one punch is not merely a difference in sound; it also represents the stacking power.

Moreover, the more consecutive thunder sounds, the stronger the power, increasing geometrically!

"Truly entered!"

Jiang Ye slowly withdrew his stance, his eyes exceptionally bright.

Initially, in his plan, it might take over half a month to enter.

But now, a mere virtual battle has helped him break through.

"Is it because of the 50% increase in perception?" Jiang Ye pondered.

Previously.

Jiang Ting washed his feet for him, unlocking the ’Saintess as Servant’ achievement, and also permanently increased his perception by 50%.

The significant increase in perception not only quickened his cultivation.

But also granted him the opportunity to break through during combat.

"Is this what it feels like to be a genius?" Jiang Ye exclaimed.

It’s too relaxing.

It’s rumored that top talents above Tao Bone, those peerless geniuses, might even break through realms while eating or drinking.

Although he isn’t that extreme now, he has had a taste of it.

Recalling the battle just now, however, Jiang Ye still felt a lingering fear.

"The Shadow Race is indeed incredibly troublesome..."

Jiang Ye thought of that two-meter-high Shadow Race.

Two meters tall was still considered part of the infant body category.

Only reaching three meters tall is considered entering the juvenile body.

Of course, it’s not that taller means stronger.

After the Shadow Race reaches a certain stage, their body size gradually shrinks; the adult Shadow Race are generally about the same size as humans.

However, without a doubt, at the infant body stage, taller definitely means stronger.

Even the two-meter-high infant Shadow Race body was extremely troublesome for Jiang Ye.

Even having broken through to the entry level of the fist technique, if he were to face it again now, he’d have no chance of victory.

"Shadow Race appearing in reality is basically in the juvenile stage."

Jiang Ye’s mind was heavy: "If a shadow disaster occurs, it would be a catastrophe for An City."

Previously, he only heard that the Shadow Race was terrifying, but hadn’t truly understood.

Now, with his strength increasing, he was even more wary of the Shadow Race.

Just at this moment, the system had completed the calculation.

[Best Damage: Jiang Ye]

[Best Vision: Jiang Ye]

[Best Martial Arts Will: Jiang Ye]

...

[Killed fourteen Shadow Race, took 29 minutes, team average casualty rate 79%.]

[Group MVP: Jiang Ye, 120 points]

The other four teammates, having reached the fourth level, also achieved scores above 60.

"Indeed, following Brother Jiang is satisfying."

"Brother Jiang, let me treat you to a drink later."

All four teammates were deeply grateful to Jiang Ye.

The feeling of winning effortlessly was very enjoyable too.

...

Meanwhile, in the outside hall.

The large display screen was constantly refreshing the rankings of the senior year.

At this moment, an inconspicuous name surged to the end of the rankings.

[Rank 95: Jiang Ye, 460 points]

"It’s Jiang Ye!"

"Someone from our class made it into the top hundred in the grade!"

Students from Class 9 who had already completed the assessment were very surprised.

The awakened Xu Sisi also revealed a look of relief on her face.

"Losing to such a genius is not a big deal." She patted her invisible chest.

There’s joy and there’s worry.

Near the hall entrance, a young girl in a red dress had a constantly changing expression.

"Jiang Ye? Grade rank 95?"

"His progress is so fast."

Zeng Xueqing frowned slightly, her rank was only 86.

Although it seemed like a difference of ten ranks, it was actually less than a five-point difference.

It should be known, she was a newborn talent.

And Jiang Ye was just an original talent, his strength now almost catching up to her?

"I must strive to improve, I can’t let him catch up." Zeng Xueqing thought to herself.

She had once actively sought to challenge Jiang Ye; if Jiang Ye caught up and challenged her, she’d truly be a clown.

One can be a clown, but should never voluntarily become one.

...

On a certain stand.

A cold and proud young girl wearing a shirt and hot pants, her snow-white, long legs stood looking down at the entire hall.

Not far away, there was a young man with a lazy expression.

The two were Zhao Qingli, the first in the senior year, and Wang Ziang, third in the year.

"Jiang Ye?"

Wang Ziang looked at the grade rankings, muttering to himself: "This Class 9, really has produced a dragon."

To him, Jiang Ye’s current score was certainly not remarkable.

But he had checked Jiang Ye’s previous scores.

The progress speed was too fast!

Despite it being quite easy to improve below 600 points, such progress speed still surprised him somewhat.

"What are you muttering about?"

The cold and proud girl glanced at him.

The girl’s legs were long, her face as stunning as snow, but the most striking part was above her slim waist, where her shirt buttons seemed almost about to pop open above her chest.

At least E-class!

Wang Ziang couldn’t help but glance but quickly looked away.

He coughed and said, "You might not believe it, but Director Zhang once told me something."

"What?" Zhao Qingli frowned.

Wang Ziang folded his hands behind, smiling: "A hidden dragon in the depths, sometimes inconspicuous ones often emerge as leaders later."

Zhao Qingli sneered upon hearing this.

"You, a hidden dragon?"

She stared disdainfully at Wang Ziang: "You must have heard wrong; the director might have said recluse dragon."

"..."

Wang Ziang kept a stoic face, his fist tightly clenched behind him, thinking: "Hold it, I’m ranked third in the year, if she beats me down here, I’d lose face."

He smiled faintly and calmly said: "The director wasn’t referring to me, but someone in Class 9, Jiang Ye."

"Jiang Ye?"

Zhao Qingli scanned the top hundred and indeed found the name.

"A regular class student can rush into the top hundred; I suppose the family is quite well-off." The girl nodded.

She wasn’t concerned.

In terms of family wealth?

Within An City, almost no one could surpass her.

In terms of talent?

The regular class is all original talent, unable to compare with her.

Her vision had long shifted beyond the school, focusing on those ranked in the top few at An City No.1 High School.

Furthermore, stretching her gaze across the entire West Mountain Province.

But at this moment, Wang Ziang shook his head: "I asked the director, Jiang Ye isn’t wealthy at all, his family annual income doesn’t even reach one hundred thousand."

Zhao Qingli suddenly turned her head.