Physique: 206.45 / 206.45
Abilities: Shave ( Proficiency 76 / 200 ), Iron Body ( 143 / 200 ), Paper Art ( 136 / 200 ), Moon Step ( 87 / 200 ), Tempest Kick ( 119 / 200 ), Finger Gun ( 79 / 200 ), Swordsmanship ( 36 / 200 ), Armament Haki ( Beginner 628 / 1000 ), Azure Dragon Fruit ( Proficient 12 / 2000 )
During the past ten days, almost all of Zhao Xuan's time had been devoted to mastering the Azure Dragon Fruit.
And his effort had paid off.
He successfully advanced his fruit's mastery to the Proficient stage.
When the Azure Dragon Fruit rose to that level, Zhao Xuan underwent another Fruit Baptism.
Under that baptism, his physique once again skyrocketed—doubling outright, breaking through the 200-point threshold.
According to Zhao Xuan's own estimate, with his current body, even if he stood still and let Li Zhiwei attack freely, the man might not even scratch his defense without Zhao Xuan needing to use Iron Body at all.
If others knew his physique had exceeded two hundred, their jaws would have dropped on the spot.
A high-school senior with 200 points of physique?
Unheard of.
For context—some third-tier practitioners with weak constitutions didn't even reach 300 points.
And so, amid everyone's anticipation, the college-entrance examination finally arrived.
Day 1 – June 15: the written exams.
Morning: Language and Mathematics.
Afternoon: Politics, History, and Geography.
"Man… I really didn't expect that after being reborn in this kind of world, I'd still have to take a language exam…"
Sitting in the exam hall, Zhao Xuan stared at the thick test paper in front of him, sighing inwardly.
But after that brief complaint, his pen started moving quickly across the sheet.
When he finally walked out of the written-exam room, his expression wasn't great.
No surprise—he didn't think his academic score would be anything impressive.
"Guess I'll have to make up the difference during the martial exams," he thought grimly.
After the cultural exams came the Martial Examinations, spread over the next few days:
June 16 Morning: Shave
June 16 Afternoon: Moon Step
June 17 Morning: Iron Body
June 17 Afternoon: Tempest Kick
June 18 Morning: Paper Art
June 18 Afternoon: Finger Gun
June 19 onward: Practical Combat Assessment
The written portion counted 200 points,
the Six Styles together 600 points (each worth 100),
and the final combat exam 200 points—
for a total of 1,000 points.
Time flew.
Three days later—June 19, dawn.
The day of the practical assessment had arrived.
At first light, a large bus rolled into Tongcheng No. 1 High School.
From it stepped a group of student examiners from various universities across South Jiang Province.
Each one was a third-year college student—
and each one a Tier-3 Practitioner.
In this world, university advancement was nothing like Zhao Xuan's previous life.
To advance from freshman to sophomore, a student had to break through to Tier 2.
From sophomore to junior, they had to reach Tier 3.
To enter senior year, they had to master at least one type of Haki.
And to graduate, they needed to become a Tier 4 Practitioner.
Back to the present—
Once the university examiners arrived, the combat assessment began.
There were two ways to score high:
Endurance Route: Last as long as possible under the examiner's attack—the longer you endure, the higher the score.
Offensive Route: Deal as much damage as possible to the examiner—the more damage, the higher the score.
And if you could actually defeat your examiner—
that meant a perfect score.
"I need a perfect score—nothing less!"
"Only a perfect score can make up for what I lost on the written exam!"
Zhao Xuan's eyes hardened.
His fists clenched tight.
"Yeah… I have to knock that examiner flat."
Determination blazed in his gaze.
Tongcheng No. 1 High — Dueling Grounds
Outside the arena, lines of nervous seniors waited for their turn at the practical exam.
The air was tense and silent.
Every so often, a student would stumble out from one of the testing rings—
faces ranging from excited to dazed to utterly crushed.
The queue moved quickly.
After all, each examiner was a Tier-3 Practitioner,
while most students weren't even Tier 1 yet.
The power gap was enormous.
About an hour later, it was finally Zhao Xuan's turn.
Under the supervision of a proctor, he stepped onto the dueling grounds.
Inside, the field had been divided by special barriers into twenty individual arenas.
Following the proctor's direction, Zhao Xuan strode toward his assigned ring.
Moments later, his examiner entered as well.
Once all twenty rings were filled, a sharp whistle cut through the air.
The exam had begun.
Tap, tap, tap!
Zhao Xuan moved first—
his feet pounding the ground in rapid succession as he shot straight at his examiner like a bullet.
The examiner, a young man named Lu Sheng, arched an eyebrow as he watched Zhao Xuan charge.
"Hmm? Looks like I've been assigned a confident one this time."
A faint smile tugged at Lu Sheng's lips as he shifted his stance—
ready to see just how strong this high-school boy really was.