Chapter 14

Luo Yi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he shook his head lightly. If it were any other academy in the city, he would dare to make a move.

But in this Military Academy, he didn't dare!

"Second, confidence. He clearly saw through that I am a one-star White Iron-level mana warrior, yet he was completely unperturbed, showing no flattery. In the eyes of ordinary people, the gap between physical techniques and mana abilities is at least three levels. On Blue Sea Planet, mana warriors are highly esteemed, and even a fourth-level physical technique practitioner would not dare to be impolite to me. Yet, he was completely indifferent. This isn't based on yesterday's achievement, but on his confidence in the future, feeling that he will not be inferior to me."

Luo Yi nodded again, understanding this 'heaven-reaching' mindset of a strong person.

"Third, fairness." Li Wenfu seemed to value this the most: "He could tell I was lying, but he didn't expose it, nor did he mind. Think about it, as a mana warrior, I am forming a friendship with a physical technique student. He can maintain a level mindset and interact with me, which shows what kind of character he has. Such a person, if there are no accidents, will definitely be one of the stars in the sky in the future. Compared to the disciples of noble families, he is far superior."

Luo Yi thought for a moment, nodded, and then asked: "Young Master wants to befriend him, not just for these reasons, right?"

"Of course."

Li Wenfu turned back and glanced at the gatekeeper: "It's always better to be friends with a smart person than with a reckless one. His heart is good; he injured the gatekeeper because he was insulted by the word 'poor.' He didn't kill or cripple him because this kind of talk is a trend, not the gatekeeper's fault. This way, he both maintained his dignity and showed kindness."

"If he had killed the gatekeeper, I'm sure Young Master would keep a distance from him and not befriend such a person," Luo Yi said.

Li Wenfu smiled.

He didn't say anything.

Luo Yi thought for a moment and realized: "Young Master, rest assured. I know what to do. I'll go find the principal right away and change Young Master's class to Class 15. Then I'll help Young Master apply for a dormitory, buy some boarding supplies, and move into Room 305... Hmm, I'll also try to find some connections to change Young Master's seat, so he can sit next to that Du classmate."

Li Wenfu nodded, indicating that he finally understood.

In the afternoon, the class gathered.

"Good afternoon, new students. My name is Fang, and you can call me Coach Fang. Tonight is your first lesson at the Military Academy, a physical technique and physical fitness test." Coach Fang instructed the computer to generate a 3D human body projection: "I believe everyone knows that all city citizens are required to practice physical techniques. The normal index must be 5 or higher to be considered qualified."

All the students were confident.

Being selected for the military academy, even if they had connections, they definitely had this value, and it was only higher, not lower.

"Basic index, I believe everyone has reached it. According to the data, a few have already reached the first level of physical techniques, with a combat index of over 10. This number is the standard for a qualified soldier. Tonight's test is mainly to help everyone understand each other. This machine can more accurately measure your true strength. Now, please show us your skills, you young geniuses."

Coach Fang smiled warmly, not like a stern military man. A few students were already roused, eager to try.

"First, Li Zhe."

Coach Fang called out, and a pale-faced young man quickly stepped forward and stood on the testing platform. He seemed very familiar with the testing process, raised his fist, and struck hard. The meter displayed a number: 7.5.

"Very good, 7.5, close to the first level of physical techniques. It seems that within a month or two of the start of school, Li Zhe will break through to the first level and become a little warrior," Coach Fang praised lavishly, as if praising his own child. Li Zhe smiled back, feeling quite pleased.

Then, a tall and strong classmate hit a number of 8.2, causing a chorus of exclamations from the students.

Next.

A somewhat attractive female classmate hit a number of 7, also receiving applause. After a dozen or so people, a black and muscular classmate took off his shirt and charged with his arms, displaying a number of 9. The applause was continuous, and even Coach Fang patted his shoulder to encourage him. This gesture made the black and muscular classmate extremely excited and caused some people to turn red with envy.

"I'll go." A tall and muscular male classmate, with a proud look on his face, stepped out of the crowd: "I am Tie Lei."

Coach Fang smiled.

He didn't mind this kind of queue-jumping.

Tie Lei also took off his shirt, swung his arms, and after a fierce roar, kicked the side of the testing machine with a whip kick. The meter shot up, stopping at 26. The students saw this and exclaimed continuously. Hearing the praise from his classmates, Tie Lei proudly glanced at the previous black and muscular classmate, then walked off the stage with his head held high.

Combat index is a comprehensive index.

26 does not mean that Tie Lei's foot strength is three times that of the 9-number classmate. The value is overall, including speed, strength, technique, and accuracy. For the same person, the value of a finger tap and a fist strike is almost the same. The testing machine evaluates based on the individual's attack strength, angle, speed, and other factors.

Tie Lei's value being three times higher means his combat efficiency is three times that of the former.

"Coach, I need to use a firearm for the test." Another named young man raised his hand, indicating he wanted a gun. Coach Fang smiled and nodded, and the testing machine displayed ten slowly moving light points.

After ten shots.

The meter showed a score of 8.8.

Seeing this, Du Nan understood. Ten shots would not be three times less powerful than a whip kick. A single shot and a shoulder collision having the same value does not mean they have the same power. This is the computer's evaluation based on the light, movement, posture, and shooting accuracy. Moreover, this is not a physical technique value but a specialized skill value.

In the Military Academy, he is a special talent.

This method of displaying numbers has a different way of judging strength and weakness, and the data is just a reflection. Du Nan glanced at Li Wenfu, this national treasure-like mana warrior, who probably couldn't hit a number over 30 with his fists. Once he used his mana, he could easily dismantle this machine into parts.

"Li Fatty, it's been half a year, let's practice?" At this moment, a slightly arrogant voice rang out, challenging Li Wenfu, the fatty.

The sudden sound.

Coach Fang was slightly displeased but quickly turned it into a smile. Seeing the person in front of him, he felt it was not appropriate to stop them.

"What, scared?" In the crowd, a tall, strong, and handsome young man with a noble air walked forward with a proud look, smiling at Du Nan and Li Wenfu: "Last time I won by a narrow margin, and I knew you were不服气 (unconvinced). Today, I'll give you a chance to make up for it. How about it? We'll just compare physical techniques, dare or not, give me an answer?"

A flash of anger crossed Li Wenfu's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. He put on an innocent look: "Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? I'm in line. The coach hasn't called my name yet, it's not my turn."

Brother Zhao was taken aback, then burst into laughter, turning to the coach as if giving an order: "Sorry, I was tricked by the little fatty. Coach Fang, I have something urgent with the little fatty. Please give us some convenience. We'll be quick, it won't delay your work."

"Go ahead." Coach Fang hid his displeasure and smiled.

Noble, rich young master, mana warrior... these things, when combined, might not be very useful on the battlefield. In society, one word from him could ruin a lifetime of effort. More importantly, as a mentor, he must prevent the nobles' disputes from affecting other students, which is his duty.

"Little fatty, anything else to say?" Brother Zhao asked with a strange smile.

Li Wenfu glanced at Du Nan.

He didn't want this noble's offspring's quarrel to involve his new friend.

"I'm not looking for him, just you, don't worry." Brother Wu was very generous, indicating that Du Nan, this commoner scum, wasn't even worth a glance.

"You said it."

When Li Wenfu heard that he wasn't targeting Du Nan, he thought it was a coincidence. Instantly, a surge of courage rose in his heart, and he walked to the testing machine, delivering a powerful punch. The meter shot up, finally stopping at 28. Seeing this score, Li Wenfu felt a bit proud. Half a year ago, Wu Mingzhao's score was 19, and he believed that today...

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