pertwk Chapter 1 [Diligence Can Make Up for Lack of Talent]
Chapter 1 [Diligence Can Make Up for Lack of Talent]
April, 3050 of the New Era, Xia Kingdom, Jiangnan Province, Jinling City.
Jinling No. 3 Middle School, Martial Arts Room.
This is a very spacious classroom. There are no desks, chairs, or a podium. Instead, there are a large number of cold weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and clubs placed on one side, as well as various professional tools with special abilities.
The sky was ablaze with the colors of the setting sun; it was time for school to let out.
Logically speaking, this place should be completely empty.
After all, nobody wants to study during their rest time, just like nobody wants to work overtime during their vacation.
However, inside the martial arts room, there was a young man wielding a silver-white broadsword, swinging it with great force and imposing presence.
The boy had well-defined features, a handsome face, and healthy tanned skin.
A strand of slightly parted short hair clung to his forehead with sweat, and his deep, star-like eyes shone with a firm and serious gaze.
He was tall and straight, standing at least 1.8 meters tall. He held a large knife in one hand, his lips moving slightly as he muttered incantations.
"The mind moves with the knife, and the knife moves as the mind commands."
"Use your heart as your eyes and go with the flow."
……
Along with his voice, the broadsword in his hand moved and changed rhythmically, each move swift, powerful, and heavy.
call--
A strong wind howled as the broadsword rose and fell, its silvery-white blade reflecting the boy's resolute face.
His figure flickered and shifted constantly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The huge martial arts room felt rather desolate and lonely.
However, the boy was completely focused, his eyes fixed on the broadsword in his hand, and he was fully immersed in practicing his swordsmanship.
After about half an hour, the boy stopped what he was doing and kept taking deep breaths to regulate his breathing.
He then returned the broadsword to its original place and walked to a room made of glass.
The room was closed off, with a metal device for fingerprint recognition placed at the entrance, along with a five-inch display screen.
Taking a deep breath, the boy extended his right index finger and placed it on top.
"Ding!"
"Fingerprint recognition successful, Jiang Chen, student of Class 3, Grade 12."
"Number of tests remaining this month: 1."
"Should we begin this physical fitness test?"
After the fingerprint verification was successful, the boy's information was immediately displayed on the electronic screen.
Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment after seeing that there was only one test left, but finally clicked "Yes".
boom--
The glass doors slowly opened, revealing a completely empty interior. The only features were a large blue light display screen directly in front of the room and a sophisticated instrument overhead that resembled a spotlight.
Young Jiang Chen stood in the center of the glass room, his hands clenched involuntarily, his eyes closed, quietly waiting for the machine to start operating.
buzz-
A soft, engine-like sound rang out for a moment, and then the instruments above his head suddenly lit up with white light.
laugh--
The next second, two beams of red light suddenly shot out from the instrument, accurately enveloping Jiang Chen's slender body.
A moment later, two very eye-catching lines of white text slowly appeared on the display screen directly in front of them.
Jiang Chen (student), Physical Fitness: Level 0.69 (Previous test level 0.69)
As the red light faded, Jiang Chen opened his eyes and saw the words displayed on them. He bit his lip, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
He then seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, shook his head slightly, and gave a bitter smile: "A year has passed, and nothing has changed."
"With my physical condition, I'm afraid no one will hire me even for manual labor after graduation."
"Sigh, these days the minimum requirement for manual labor is a physical fitness level of 0.8!"
"Why is my transmigration so frustrating?"
When he said his last words, he muttered them almost in a voice only he could hear.
That's right, Jiang Chen is a time traveler.
He has been in this world for eighteen years.
However, due to his mediocre talent and average ability, his physical fitness is only at an average level in this high school.
It's truly a disgrace to all time travelers.
If he continues on this upward trajectory, even if I work day and night, I'm afraid I'll only be able to get into a third-rate martial arts university at best.
This world is somewhat different from my original world; martial arts are prevalent here.
About a hundred years ago, the world underwent a cataclysmic change, and Earth expanded a hundredfold. Among humanity, those with exceptional talent awakened the power of martial arts.
Thus, the world entered the era of advanced martial arts, where everyone could cultivate martial arts and strength was paramount.
Eighteen years ago, when I transmigrated to this world, spatial rifts appeared in various places, and powerful alien races emerged to slaughter humans.
Human warriors fought with all their might, and it took the sacrifice of millions of warriors to push the alien race back into the rift. The army, together with powerful warriors, guarded the rift.
This battle resulted in the loss of a large number of martial artists in the country, which led to a repeated increase in enrollment quotas and the successful construction of various martial arts universities under the country's arrangement.
Today, eighteen years later, humanity is gradually recovering.
It is precisely because of the country's strong support for martial arts universities that an ordinary martial arts student like Jiang Chen has the opportunity to enter university and continue his training.
Having retracted his thoughts, Jiang Chen was forced to accept the fact and turned to walk outside.
I've used up all my physical fitness test attempts for this month, so I'll have to wait until the next one.
But will the result change next time?
Jiang Chen glanced at the swords, spears, and clubs on one side, then strode outside.
who cares.
As long as I've tried my best, no matter the outcome, I won't feel ashamed of my parents' eighteen years of raising me.
At worst, I'll just go and work as a construction worker after graduation.
Ordinary people also have their own way of living.
Jiang Chen was quite nonchalant about all of this.
He walked out of the school gate as the sun set.
The security guard at the gate greeted him warmly when he appeared, "Xiao Chen, practicing so late again?"
"With your hard work, you'll definitely get into a good university and find a good job."
Jiang Chen smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kind words, Uncle Zhang. I'll be going now."
After he left, his smile faded, replaced by a bitter expression.
With my current grades, even if I get into university, I'm afraid the job I'll end up with will be no different from Uncle Zhang's security guard job.
Security guards are a leisurely and comfortable job, perfect for retirement, giving them a head start of decades compared to others.
Composing himself, Jiang Chen maintained his optimistic attitude and returned home.
His home is located in an old neighborhood where most residents are working-class.
Jiang Chen arrived at his front door familiarly, took out his key, and pushed the door open to enter.
"Mom, I'm home."
The television in the room was on, playing the evening news.
This is considered a traditional event for every family.
Zhang Lan, the mother, was cooking in the kitchen when she heard the noise. She poked her head out and said, "Chen'er's back. Hurry up and wash up so we can eat."
She looked at the sweat stains on her son's clothes and his still-wet hair, a hint of heartache on her face.
She was well aware of her son's efforts.
The only thing I can do is to offer my support from behind the scenes.
"it is good."
Jiang Chen agreed and was about to take a shower.
Just then, the sound from the television came through.
[Army forces assemble along the eastern coast to defend against the alien invasion from the third-level rift in the East China Sea]
[Currently, 343 Level 1 martial artists and 16 Level 2 martial artists have perished.]
The television was broadcasting the latest news.
Zhang Lan was stunned when she heard this.
Jiangnan Province is a coastal province. Her husband, Jiang Chen's father, died in the war against the invasion of foreign tribes.
Over the years, she has raised Jiang Chen and his sister all by herself.
The bitterness in my heart is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.
Jiang Chen naturally noticed the change in his mother's expression.
Although he was a time traveler, after eighteen years of getting along, he had long regarded her as his own mother.
However, he was not good with words and was not good at expressing his feelings.
So all I can do is work hard in silence, hoping to get into a good university, find a good job, repay my mother, and stop her from having to work so hard.
He paused for a moment, said nothing, and went straight to the restroom.
As I passed by my sister's room, I couldn't help but glance at it. I saw that the little girl was doing her homework diligently, so I didn't say anything more.
After taking a bath, my mother had also prepared the meal.
After quickly finishing his meal, Jiang Chen returned to his room and continued his daily training.
At home, due to limited conditions, he could not exercise his body, but he could exercise his mind and practice basic visualization techniques.
In martial arts, physical fitness is the foundation, while mental strength and technique are the key. The three complement each other and none can be lacking.
Although my physical abilities are lacking, I am fortunate to have lived two lives, and I am still gifted in terms of spirit, having already reached level 0.99.
Martial arts ranks are divided into Tier 1, Tier 2, and so on.
Each stage is further divided into 10 levels.
Students like Jiang Chen are not yet true martial artists; their abilities in all aspects are at a non-advanced level.
Therefore, their overall qualities are basically in the range of 0-0.99.
Only those who reach level 1 are considered first-tier martial artists; those who exceed level 10 are second-tier martial artists, and so on.
At the moment, Jiang Chen hasn't thought about that much; he's just focused on getting into a good university to repay his mother.
Sitting on the bed, he began to practice the basic visualization method.
This visualization method is said to have been researched and created by powerful martial artists, and it is extremely beneficial to martial artists who have not yet reached a certain level.
From the moment he received this visualization method, he practiced it day and night.
At this moment, I am simply continuing to refine my spirit according to the visualization method, just as I always have.
Fortunately, this visualization method can keep one's spirits full, so even if one practices all night, one will not feel tired.
In the early hours of the morning, just as Jiang Chen was skillfully honing his mental training, a sudden boom and a massive mental shock appeared, causing him to faint.
But at the same time, four words appeared in his mind.
Diligence can make up for lack of talent.