But because the cultivation technique being prepared this time is somewhat strange, or possibly its level might be quite high.
So far, there are no signs of completion.
At least, it won't be finished in these two days.
The next day, at dawn, Lin Ping'an opened his eyes and walked into the bathroom, skillfully washing up a bit.
Since he realized the results could be gained from cultivation, he hadn't slept in the past few days, directly substituting cultivation for sleep.
The sense of crisis and the heart for revenge continually urged him: forward, forward, advancing by any means necessary.
A few minutes later, he simply finished his wash, changed his clothes, and prepared to head to school.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to glance at the panel to check the current progress.
[Name: Lin Ping'an]
[Qi Blood: 1736 calories]
[Martial Arts Realm: First Grade Martial Artist (Ninth Tempering) (Lower limb skeletal tempering progress (22/62))]
[Created Techniques: Painful Demon Body (Yellow Level), Stealth Technique (Profound Level), Unnamed (36％)]
[Civilization Value: 1625]
Compared to before, his strength has at least doubled.
If with over 900 calories, he could match a Second Grade Peak Martial Artist.
Now, he could spar with a Third Grade Early Stage Martial Artist.
Of course, overall, he might not compare, but his Qi Blood attack far exceeds.
In just a few days, Lin Ping'an quietly transitioned from an ordinary person with only 60 Qi Blood to someone who could face off against a Third Grade Early Stage Martial Artist in a few moves.
It has to be said, the emergence of this Civilization Master System truly made him stronger, skipping the initial accumulation, directly launching his life into the phase of taking flight.
Half an hour later.
As Lin Ping'an entered the campus, compared to before, he attracted much more attention.
Every now and then, some classmates noticed him and started whispering secretly.
"Look at that… that is Lin Ping'an!"
"Last night, the results came out; he was first in both academic and martial subjects."
"What exactly is the secret? It made someone with such low aptitude suddenly steal the spotlight."
"Heaven knows! I'm very curious too!"
"Hey! Look! Isn't that the school bully Zhou Qiang! He's going up with a few underlings! Could he be trying to interrogate?"
"Damn! There are still such stupid guys? Really unheard of! Aren't they afraid of Lin Ping'an beating them up?"
"Afraid of nothing, Zhou Qiang has an uncle who is a Third Grade Martial Artist at the neighboring district's Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall; this is known to everyone. I bet Lin Ping'an will surely choose to back down because of this."
"Also, an orphan with no relatives, would he dare to offend a Third Grade Martial Artist?"
"..."
While they were talking, Zhou Qiang had already led several underlings, brazenly blocking Lin Ping'an's path and speaking recklessly.
"Hey hey hey... You there… Stop right there!"
Beside him, a few underlings also chimed in, echoing his words.
"Did you hear? Stop! Brother Qiang wants to give you a lecture!"
"Yes yes yes! Don't move! Stay put obediently!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an paused, sizing up the peculiar group in front of him, feeling somewhat puzzled.
He shouldn't carry some kind of intelligence-lowering aura on him!
Moreover, he showed 110 calories of Qi Blood yesterday, so if a stronger martial artist came to trouble him or seek secrets, it would make sense.
But what was the deal with these lunatics in front of him?
Who gave them the courage to cause trouble?
Or did these guys think he was a soft target they could easily mess with?
Could it be that he was too lenient on Zhao Hao yesterday, resulting in this situation?
For a moment, Lin Ping'an's brain worked rapidly, continually thinking and analyzing, searching for the cause.
Meanwhile, Zhou Qiang saw him halt and was even more delighted.
In his view, this pretty boy is definitely intimidated by the reputation of his uncle, just like those before.
At this moment, the secret on the other side was at his fingertips, and he would certainly become a martial artist.
Thinking this, Zhou Qiang's proud expression became even more pronounced, his speech dripping with arrogance.
"Are you Lin Ping'an?"
"Tell me, why has your strength grown so quickly? I can make you my underling."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an directed his gaze over, carefully observing him.
Judging by his expression, he's a simpleton.
Faced with the current situation, his approach remained straightforward and direct.
Without a word, he extended his hand and delivered a strong slap!
The next instant.
"Slap~"
A loud, crisp sound reverberated.
In an instant, Zhou Qiang spun and flipped three and a half times in the air before crashing to the ground.
At the same time, his face visibly swelled at a rapid pace.
In no time, his left cheek puffed up more than twice its size.
Nearby, his underlings were instantly stunned by the sight, mouths agape, too shocked to speak.
"You... you... you..."
"This... this... this..."
"..."
Additionally, the passing students also halted, displaying similar expressions.
Each one seemed petrified, staring off into the distance at the scene.
At this moment, it's as if time had paused here, enveloped in silence.
A few seconds, or maybe over ten seconds later, they snapped out of the daze and resumed their activities.
From afar, many students gathered around to watch, engrossed in witnessing the event.
Simultaneously, they whispered and discussed.
"Holy crap! Did you see that! It seems they're fighting over there! Zhou Qiang and Lin Ping'an are in conflict!"
"Conflict my ass! I'm not blind! That was clearly Lin Ping'an slapping Zhou Qiang across the face! Three and a half spins, that was quite a hit!"
"Damn! That's thrilling! To have something exciting happen early in the morning!"
"So arrogant! Doesn't care about Zhou Qiang's uncle being a Third Grade Martial Artist! Lin Ping'an is really something!"
"..."
On the other side, Zhou Qiang, lying on the ground, rolled about wailing in pain, cursing with intense malice.
"Ahhh... Pain pain pain... You bastard... You damned bastard... How dare you hit me?"
"Do you know… don't you know who my uncle is? My uncle is a Third Grade Martial Artist, crushing you would be as easy as crushing an ant!"
"Believe it or not… believe it or not… I'll call my uncle here…"
"..."
Nearby, his underlings jerked alert, rushing forward to help Zhou Qiang up, then brazenly joining in the shouting.
"Yeah yeah yeah! Lin Ping'an, are you insane? You dare hit Brother Qiang?"
"Brother Qiang's uncle is a Third Grade Martial Artist? Are you looking for trouble?"
"You're done… You're finished this time… How dare you offend Brother Qiang… Just wait!"
"..."
Lin Ping'an rubbed his chin, looking amused.
Never would he have thought the campus still had such simple-minded characters.
The peculiar "Hidden Dragon and Phoenix Chick" types in front of him truly managed to single-handedly lower the average IQ of the entire campus.