Translator: CinderTL
Blue Star Era 2325, February, West Mountain Province.
Ancheng Third High School.
Thick snowflakes drifted from the sky, blanketing the campus in pristine white. The temperature was bitterly cold.
Yet inside a classroom in the teaching building, a group of young men clad only in thin shirts stood in horse stances, relentlessly throwing punches.
Jiang Ye stood among them, sweat steaming from his body, completely unaffected by the spring chill.
"The Star Martial Cultivation Method is the first step on the path to martial dao cultivation," a young, beautiful teacher in a pristine white martial arts uniform declared, her face icy as she paced among the students.
Her voice cut through the air like a blade:
"You're already in the second semester of your junior year. You should have achieved Small Success in this method long ago. But what's the reality? Less than half of you have even reached that stage!"
"After the winter break, only a handful of you have shown any progress."
"Some of you claim it's too cold to train. Well, I ask you, why don't you look inward for the real problem?"
"The college entrance exams are just a year and a half away. Ask yourselves honestly: do you truly believe you can get into a martial dao university?"
The teacher paused, her gaze sweeping across the boys.
"Jiang Ye has done reasonably well," she acknowledged with a slight nod. "His progress over the winter break has been significant. He's nearly achieved Small Success in the Star Martial Cultivation Method."
The students in the room all turned to look at Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye possessed striking good looks, with handsome features, an upright posture, and eyes that radiated the unique vigor and determination of youth.
"Keep up the good work," the beautiful female teacher said.
"Yes, ma'am," Jiang Ye replied, cupping his hands in a respectful bow.
Small Success wasn't considered outstanding in the class, especially since he hadn't yet broken through to the next stage.
But this result was the fruit of his relentless daily cultivation throughout the winter break.
"A'Ye is still working so hard," a brown-skinned boy beside Jiang Ye remarked with a sigh. "If only your talent were a bit better, you might have already achieved Grand Success."
Jiang Ye shook his head. "Why obsess over talent? It distorts the value of hard work."
"True enough," the brown-skinned boy nodded, grinning. "Those with exceptional martial dao aptitude were transferred to the elite classes back in tenth grade. For us in the regular classes, persistence and effort are what really matter."
Martial dao cultivation hinges on three pillars: innate aptitude, comprehension, and effort.
Comprehension remains elusive and intangible, while effort depends entirely on individual dedication. Only aptitude can be objectively measured.
The students in the regular classes were uniformly classified as having lower-tier aptitude.
A low-grade innate talent also meant mediocre aptitude for the martial dao.
Having grown up in this world, Jiang Ye had long known his martial dao aptitude was subpar.
His persistence in practicing martial arts wasn't driven by passion.
Rather, it was because this world not only embraced martial arts universally but also faced the constant threat of "shadow calamities," where ordinary people could lose their lives at any moment.
On Blue Star, nearly ten million people perished annually due to these crises.
Embarking on the martial dao and strengthening oneself was the best way to protect oneself and one's family.
"Martial dao..." Jiang Ye murmured inwardly.
He knew that innate talent was the primary factor in martial dao cultivation.
He had long resigned himself to his poor aptitude.
Until a few days ago...
[Low-Martial Achievement System (Inactive)]
A panel visible only to Jiang Ye materialized before his eyes.
This panel had suddenly appeared several days prior.
Accompanying its emergence were memories from his previous life. Only then did he recall that he was a transmigrator, albeit one who had transmigrated at birth.
At that moment, he realized his golden finger, delayed by over a decade, had finally arrived.
Yet, a wave of speechless frustration followed.
"This is clearly a high-martial world! What the hell is a Low-Martial Achievement System doing here?!"
In the history of this world, hundreds of years ago, Blue Star connected with the cosmos, bringing with it cosmic martial arts.
Cosmic martial arts, a fusion of ancient martial arts and advanced technology, had reached its zenith after centuries of refinement.
Some had emerged unscathed from nuclear blasts.
Others had moved mountains and drained seas, carving out vast plains spanning tens of thousands of miles.
Still others had shattered million-ton-class aerospace carriers with a single punch, relying solely on their physical prowess.
These Martial Arts Grandmasters, standing beneath the Cosmic, guarded their nations with unwavering martial dao will, becoming immortal monuments that deterred demons and monsters alike.
Without a doubt, this was a high-martial world where bodies could withstand nuclear strikes and a single punch could shatter planets!
Jiang Ye stared at the "Inactive" status on his system panel, speechless.
A high-martial world, and you give me a low-martial system? No wonder it won't activate!
Fortunately, he had always relied on his own perseverance. Even without a cheat, nothing could extinguish his martial dao spirit.
Of course, he knew that someone with inferior talent would need to work several times harder to embark on the path of cosmic martial arts.
Moreover, Jiang Ye's martial dao aptitude was only average, even among the students in the ordinary class.
"In previous years, no more than fifteen students from the regular classes have ever been admitted to martial dao university, and even that number fluctuates."
Jiang Ye thought to himself, "That means I need to be in the top ten of my class to have a good chance of getting into martial dao university."
The top ten students had already achieved Small Success in the Star Martial Cultivation Method by the first semester of their second year.
While Jiang Ye was improving, they were also working hard to advance.
Surpassing them would be no easy task.
"One step at a time. As long as I put in enough effort and sweat, I'll definitely have a chance."
Jiang Ye's mind gradually calmed.
Meanwhile, the beautiful female teacher, having finished reprimanding the students, said calmly, "Everyone, adjust yourselves. We'll be conducting the opening assessment immediately."
Upon hearing this, the students' expressions brightened.
The opening assessment was one of the most important events at the start of the semester.
"Time for the rankings to be reshuffled again. I wonder if I can break into the top ten this time."
"Damn it, I'm probably going to fall back to the bottom this time."
The students, either nervous or excited, began to stir restlessly.
Jiang Ye was also somewhat eager. This assessment would show him how many students he had surpassed during the winter break.
The female teacher quickly moved to the center of the classroom and stepped on a floor button.
Whirr!
A silver-white metallic device rose from the floor—a punch force tester.
The baseline assessment and the martial dao component of the college entrance exam were essentially identical, divided into physical fitness and simulated combat assessments.
The first part of the physical fitness assessment was the punch force test.
As the teacher began calling names, students lined up to take their turns.
"Wen Yuehui, 351 kilograms."
"Li Zhichao, 475 kilograms."
"Zeng Niu, 235 kilograms."
"..."
Time passed.
Finally, it was Jiang Ye's turn.
"Jiang Ye, you're up."
The beautiful teacher glanced at Jiang Ye several times. She had a strong impression of this exceptionally handsome and diligent young man.
"Yes, ma'am."
Jiang Ye took a deep breath and stepped up to the punch force tester.
He stared at the device, slowly raising his right fist.
Whoosh!
Jiang Ye planted his feet firmly, his spine coiling like a rising dragon as he channeled his entire body's power into his right fist.
He unleashed a devastating punch against the circular target.
Boom!
A massive thud echoed as the numbers on the display screen rapidly climbed.
100 kilograms.
150 kilograms.
200 kilograms.
Soon, the display settled at 245 kilograms.
"Just shy of the Small Success standard," Jiang Ye noted without surprise.
250 kilograms was the benchmark for achieving Small Success in the Star Martial Cultivation Method.
His punching power ranked above average in his class—not quite top-tier, but certainly above the norm.
[Ding!]
[Host's punching power detected!]
[Activating the Low-Martial Achievement System...]
Returning to his starting position, Jiang Ye froze as subtitles materialized before him.
"System activation?"
The Low-Martial Achievement System had actually activated?
[Warning! Warning!]
[Your punching power has reached the system's maximum limit, surpassing 90% of the world's population!]
[Initiating strength assessment...]
When Jiang Ye saw these lines of text, he began to doubt his entire existence.
"Me? Reached the system's limit?"
"And surpassed 90% of the world's population?"
Is this some kind of mistake?
His 245-kilogram punch force might have been decent in his previous life, but in this world, any high school student could easily achieve that!
Just a slight exertion and he'd already reached the system's limit?
[After assessment, your punch force has reached the standard of a "Martial Arts Grandmaster"!]
[Unlocked title: Martial Arts Grandmaster!]
"Martial Arts Grandmaster?" Jiang Ye was stunned again.
After all that assessment, this was the result?
"Low-martial... Could the system have misjudged the environment as a low-martial world?"
"But even in a low-martial world, how could a punch force of just over 200 kilograms qualify someone as a Martial Arts Grandmaster? How low-dimensional could this world possibly be?"
Just as Jiang Ye was reeling from this revelation, another line of text appeared before him.
[Reward: Physical Enhancement!]
(End of the Chapter)
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