Translator: CinderTL
Hearing Zhang Jianwu's words, the other teachers turned to look in Jiang Ye's direction.
A few even pulled out their phones to check Jiang Ye's grades on the school's website.
"330 points on the most recent final exam?"
"That score is far from the top three. He probably doesn't even have a one-in-ten chance."
The teachers murmured among themselves, clearly surprised.
How could the director claim a thirty percent chance when the actual odds were less than ten percent?
Could this young man possess some hidden talent?
Chen Zilu, however, smiled faintly and said softly, "The director may be underestimating Jiang Ye."
"Oh?" Zhang Jianwu chuckled, slightly surprised. "Then what do you think his chances of making the top three are?"
Chen Zilu replied, "I believe he has at least a fifty percent chance, perhaps even seventy percent."
Buzz!
Her words instantly silenced the entire grandstand.
Many teachers stared in disbelief at the cold, elegant woman in the white dress.
Had they heard correctly?
Seventy percent?
What made Miss Chen so confident in this student?
Even Zhang Jianwu was momentarily stunned before shaking his head with a wry smile.
Among the students participating in the trial, at least three were nearing Perfection in the Star Martial Cultivation Method.
A seventy percent chance of securing a top-three spot?
Only the students from the Elite Class of the second-year high schoolers would dare to make such a bold claim!
"Xiao Chen... are you really that confident in him?" Zhang Jianwu asked, his gaze fixed on the white-robed woman. He didn't refute her claim outright, but a hint of skepticism lingered in his eyes.
Chen Zilu smiled faintly, her voice clear and crisp. "In a straight-up battle of strength, Jiang Ye would indeed struggle to surpass so many opponents. But from what I understand, this trial isn't just about brute force."
Hearing this, Zhang Jianwu's expression turned thoughtful.
He was, of course, fully aware of the trial's specific challenges.
He understood exactly what Chen Zilu was implying.
But Jiang Ye securing a top-three spot? That seemed almost impossible.
"Then I'll have to watch closely," Zhang Jianwu said, his gaze returning to the main hall.
When it came to insight, he might not possess the same refined perspective as Miss Chen.
As the grade director, he was confident that his judgment of students far surpassed Chen Zilu's.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Clang—
On the platform, Wang Zi'ang struck the golden bell hanging behind him with force, sending a deep, resonant chime echoing through the hall.
The spherical building's massive doors slowly began to close.
"The trials are about to begin!"
The crowd stirred, many students craning their necks with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.
"Finally, it's starting," Jiang Ye muttered, his spirits lifting. He still didn't know the specifics of the trials, but the mystery was about to be revealed.
On the platform, Wang Zi'ang announced calmly:
"This trial consists of three main components."
"First, the Martial Dao Will Trial!"
"Second, the Flowing Light Trial!"
"Third, the Thunderfire Trial!"
Jiang Ye's eyes lit up at the mention of these trials.
Martial Dao Will? That's my specialty!
However, he was less familiar with the latter two trials.
Wang Zi'ang continued, "Completing all three trials will qualify you for this trial and earn you a reward of thirty thousand yuan."
"Furthermore, the top three participants in this trial will each receive an Advanced Art Technique—the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist!"
With that, Wang Zi'ang clapped his hands.
Buzz!
In the next moment, a circular platform rose from the center of the hall.
Atop the platform rested a golden silk and jade brocade chest, from which faint rumbling sounds of thunder emanated.
The Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist technique was stored within this chest.
"An Advanced Art Technique that automatically emits sound?" Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel like he was witnessing something truly extraordinary.
Li Zhichao leaned in and whispered, "That's just a speaker inside the chest."
Jiang Ye nodded expressionlessly, once again feeling like he was broadening his horizons.
He then refocused his gaze on the platform.
Even if I only get the 30,000 yuan prize, this trip will have been worth it, Jiang Ye thought to himself.
Of course, he would also strive to claim the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist technique.
Now it all comes down to these three trials.
I wonder what the specific challenges will be? Jiang Ye mused.
Even as he pondered, someone shouted from the crowd:
"Hey! Wang Zi'ang!"
A girl in a red dress shouted from the crowd, "What exactly are the three trials? Explain them clearly!"
Li Zhichao glanced at the girl, his eyes narrowing. "Zeng Xueqing from the Elite Class. Her cultivation method is nearing Perfection, making her a formidable opponent."
Wang Zi'ang also glanced at Zeng Xueqing. She was his classmate, ranked near the bottom, but strikingly beautiful.
"Zeng Xueqing," Wang Zi'ang said coolly, "please show proper respect when addressing the grade director."
Sensing the waves of admiration directed his way, he nodded in satisfaction and continued:
"The Martial Dao Will Trial will test the strength of your Martial Dao Will."
"The Flowing Light Trial will primarily assess your footwork and reaction speed."
"The Thunderfire Trial will temper your bodies with thunder and fire. The longer you endure, the greater the benefits you'll receive."
"You'll understand the specifics once you enter the trials."
Wang Zi'ang raised his voice. "Enough talk! The trials begin immediately. Take your positions!"
As his words echoed, the students hurried to their virtual cockpits and settled in.
Jiang Ye and Li Zhichao walked forward and sat in adjacent seats.
Jiang Ye put on the virtual helmet.
Buzz!
His consciousness sank, and he entered the virtual city.
After a moment of darkness, the scenery around him gradually brightened.
He looked around and found himself standing in a spacious, brightly lit room.
Not far away was a large, pristine white bed.
"Why does this scene feel so familiar?" Jiang Ye muttered, looking around in confusion.
"This virtual network is called Virtual Cosmos. Shouldn't I be seeing stars right away?"
"Why do I always end up in a city every time I log in?"
Jiang Ye pondered, "Is it because of the settings?"
Just then, a melodious voice rang out: "Student, the Martial Dao Will Trial is about to begin. Please prepare yourself."
Jiang Ye's spirit jolted, and he turned to see a breathtakingly beautiful girl with bare, snow-white feet walking slowly toward him.
Frowning, Jiang Ye asked, "Who are you?"
The girl replied softly, "I'm a staff member for this trial. It's about to start. Please lie down on the bed so I can give you a pre-exam relaxation massage."
"A pre-exam massage?" Jiang Ye's face showed a hint of surprise.
The stunningly beautiful girl nodded, her bare, snow-white feet padding softly across the floor as she approached the large bed. "Hurry, classmate," she urged, her voice soft and sweet, yet carrying an almost hypnotic quality. "The trial is about to begin. Quickly take off your clothes and lie down."
As she spoke, the girl had already begun to undress, revealing her smooth, porcelain-white shoulders. The rustling of her skirt offered glimpses of her long, shapely legs, and a refreshing, intoxicating fragrance filled the air.
Seeing this, a peculiar glint flickered in Jiang Ye's eyes.
So, I'm already in the illusionary realm?
(End of the Chapter)
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