Li Ding Shi was a student in Class 9, Grade 3 at Qing Shan No. 15 High School.
He knew early on that his aptitude was lacking.
After the martial arts college entrance exam, the most likely outcome was joining the Federal Army.
Because that was the only way he could possibly break through to become a martial artist and continue his martial arts path.
However, he never expected that, with not much time left before the martial arts college entrance exam, Teacher Wen would tell them about a special training program.
It had a high probability of allowing them to make rapid progress, but it would also require them to leave the base, where accidents could happen.
Li Ding Shi immediately agreed.
The reason was simple: Teacher Wen would never harm them.
Secondly, if he didn't gamble, he would have absolutely no chance.
With a heart full of trepidation, Li Ding Shi participated in this special training program.
Unexpectedly, the training instructor was Teacher Wen's husband.
And more importantly, he was a mentor at Nan Jiang Martial Arts University.
“I got lucky!”
That was Li Ding Shi's first thought.
Although the afternoon's physical training was more tiring and challenging than he imagined, it was almost like torture.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Upon returning home, he looked at his still-rundown home, his hopeful mother, and his younger brother.
He told himself in his heart that he could not give up.
As for the danger, he chose to conceal it.
He simply told his mother that he was about to participate in a special training program at school that might take a few days.
The second day of the training program.
Four out of the original twelve students chose to quit.
“This!”
Even Wen Zhi Qiao's face showed some displeasure.
The main reason was that yesterday, Ning An only focused on physical training.
Yet, four students had quit!
Although Ning An's method yesterday was to push their physical limits, it was a form of extreme training, and they hadn't even left the base yet.
“Everyone has their own destiny,”
“Besides, there are only eight left, making it easier.”
Ning An didn't seem to care, saying calmly.
He didn't lose anything, it was those people who left!
He was even relieved to have fewer people.
Principal Wu, who had been paying close attention, was even more distressed.
“These students don't know what they've missed!”
Perhaps these students didn't understand the significance of a Martial Arts University mentor at this moment.
They thought that even if they didn't get into Martial Arts University, they wouldn't be any worse off than him!
But they wouldn't realize until after graduation that this might have been the best opportunity they had ever encountered.
He hoped that they wouldn't regret it then.
On the second day of training, Ning An joined the students and sparred with them.
Ning An had been on the battlefield for many years, so he had a deep understanding of combat techniques.
Or rather, he wouldn't miss any opportunity to improve his strength.
Teaching these students was simply too easy.
“Your moves are too flashy, they're useless,”
“You must aim for vital points, there's no mercy on the battlefield,”
“You're not good enough to get into Martial Arts University!”
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Ning An didn't spare any effort in criticizing these eight students.
Wen Zhi Qiao took the opportunity to observe.
She wanted to learn, at least to have a better training plan for the next batch of students.
Compared to teaching with her husband, she felt she was a bit too easygoing.
It was like playing house!
But she also knew that her abilities were still far behind her husband's.
It was obvious that Ning An could easily control each student's physical condition.
This was something she couldn't learn.
Even though Wen Zhi Qiao was nearing thirty, this was the first batch of students she had taught.
From Grade 1 to Grade 3, a total of three years!
Initially, she didn't have much experience, so she gradually improved based on her training experience at the martial arts school.
But it was still far too different from Ning An.
In just two days, many of the students, not to mention anything else, had undergone a significant change in their spirit and aura.
It was clearly visible!
Over the next few days, Ning An intensified the training each day.
For example, after training, he would directly attack them.
If they didn't dodge in time, they would have to start over.
This made many of the students miserable, but interestingly, none of them chose to quit.
Originally, Ning An thought that one of the eight students would drop out.
But he found that they all persevered.
Especially one of the students named Xue Ling Ci, a girl.
She looked frail and had the least Qi Blood among all the students, barely even four hundred Qi Blood, but she held on.
Even Wen Zhi Qiao was surprised!
She hadn't expected that the student she hadn't thought much of would actually endure.
You see, she knew every student in the class well.
Xue Ling Ci's family wasn't well-off; she only had an elderly grandmother at home.
Both her parents had died in battle.
Although there was some financial assistance, because her parents were not martial artists, the amount was not much!
This was the reason why her Qi Blood was less than four hundred.
Actually, Xue Ling Ci's aptitude might be slightly better than other students.
This was Wen Zhi Qiao's observation after three years.
A week passed in a blink of an eye, and the eight students were all transformed.
At least in terms of feeling, there was a significant difference from a week ago.
Even Wen Zhi Qiao felt strange.
They were still the same people, but she felt a different aura from them.
In fact, Ning An knew that this was mainly due to the greater change in their spirit and aura.
At least now, the eight students looked like martial artists.
For the next week, Ning An would take them out of the base.
Training alone wasn't enough; they also needed stimulation from life and death situations.
Only then could their Qi Blood break through rapidly.