I made him admit defeat

The test was conducted in two groups on the playground: the group with more participants was from the Martial Arts Academy, and the group with fewer participants was from the Supernatural Abilities Academy.

The test at the Superpower Academy is relatively simple. It tests what kind of substance you can manipulate. This can't be faked, and there's no exaggeration. It's simply a test of aptitude to facilitate class placement.

The martial arts academy has three tests: punching power, martial arts technique, and close combat.

The 4000 newly enrolled freshmen who have awakened to the new system are in front of the queue, while more than 30,000 students admitted through supplementary enrollment are in the back.

"All students enter the force testing machine in turn, and each person can hit it a maximum of three times. The best score will be recorded."

"Due to the large number of applicants this time, the admission standard may be raised to 600 jin (300 catties). Please give it your all."

"After testing your punching power, please proceed to the martial arts demonstration area to perform. You only have one chance."

"After the performance, we will move on to the final close combat duel. Those who have already arranged a duel in the system, please find the corresponding examination room after hearing your name."

The rules for the monthly exam were being played repeatedly over and over from the loudspeaker.

Mao Jian and Yang Dingpai moved slowly through the crowd.

"The method you taught me is somewhat useful, but I can only lift about 550 kilograms, and no matter how much supplement I take, I can't increase it."

"550 is already very good. Look, even the higher-ups from the law enforcement bureau came to watch the fight, which means they are short-staffed."

"You mean they'll expand enrollment?"

"That's right, but the work of the law enforcement team is more dangerous now."

"Let's get past Mom first. At worst, we can just eke out a living after we start working."

It wasn't until noon that it was the two of them's turn to enter the force measuring machine.

Mao Jian used all his strength to throw three punches in a row, with the highest record being 556 jin (278 catties).

He retreated to the side, quite frustrated, and watched Yang Ding perform.

Yang Ding also pretended to throw three punches, with his highest record being 602 jin (300 catties).

"Holy crap, you barely passed."

"This is also my best record."

Yang Ding rubbed his hands and entered the martial arts performance area with Mao Jian.

Three hundred senior students sat around the venue. They could find an empty seat, give their name and student ID, perform a set of exercises, and be scored by their senior classmates on the spot.

"Yang Ding, student ID 6969, will perform the 'Nine Sword Techniques'."

Upon hearing the name, the senior student who was giving the grades immediately looked up and exclaimed, "You're Instructor Ye's husband!"

"Yes, senior brother."

"Let's begin."

Yang Ding drew his black gold sword, instantly attracting countless envious glances.

Which ordinary student who has just entered university can afford a 300,000 yuan sword? It's like finding a good wife.

He was very proficient in the first move of the "Nine Sword Forms". Even if the senior students who were grading him were unhappy, they would not dare to give him a low score in front of everyone. Instructor Ye was no pushover.

The senior student reluctantly gave Mao Jian a passing grade of 60 and called out, "Next."

Mao Jian's half-step collapsing fist technique is simple and brutal, making it easy to pass the test. Besides, his mother had already given instructions, so he received a score of 80 in the skill manual.

These senior students knew perfectly well who was whose child and tried their best not to offend anyone.

On the judges' panel, Governor Zhou Ruoxi casually picked up her tablet and glanced at Yang Ding's score.

"To be able to train to 600 pounds of strength in just a few days is not easy for ordinary people. It at least shows that your husband is really hardworking."

The discipline director said with a forced smile, "Yang Ding is where he is today thanks to Instructor Ye, who directly channeled her inner energy into him."

This is blatant cheating and cannot be discussed in a formal setting.

Ye Rou quickly explained, "It mainly depends on him; he also needs to be able to absorb my true energy."

Zhou Ruoxi, however, seemed indifferent, looking at Yang Ding offstage.

"Let's see how good he is in actual combat. Cheating is fine, but I'm afraid he'll join the law enforcement team and not live to see his children grow up."

Ye Rou pursed her lips and looked at her husband with concern.

She didn't know whether her attempt to force growth was right or wrong.

The principal leaned close to Zhou Ruoxi and whispered, "Governor Zhou, there are too many applicants this time. Should we raise the admission score to 600?"

"No need, all will be admitted. I will apply to the Empire for subsidies for cultivation resources, but I will change the school system rules. From now on, monthly exams will be replaced with internship assessments. Students in grades C and D will not need to study for four years. They can start working after one year and earn cultivation resources based on their abilities."

This means that law enforcement is no longer a lucrative and well-paid job, but a high-risk job where only the fittest survive.

Ye Rou listened intently, wishing her husband wouldn't have to take the monthly exam.

But once they start working at the pig farm, they leave the main urban area and can no longer easily come out to visit and spend time with their children.

At this moment, the loudspeaker in the close combat examination room announced: "Yang Ding, student number 6969 from the Workers and Peasants Academy, please hurry to examination room number 78 to accept the challenge from Xiang Tianyou, student number 1444 from the Martial Arts Academy."

The discipline director chuckled and said, "Governor Zhou, this Xiang Tianyou is my nephew. I hope you'll take good care of him in the future."

"He hasn't awakened either?"

"It's awakened, and its talent isn't low at all."

Zhou Ruoxi sneered, "A formally awakened individual from a martial arts academy has the nerve to publicly challenge this kind of supplementary student?"

The discipline director was speechless at the time.

Zhou Ruoxi tapped the table. "Ye Rou, regardless of the outcome, give Xiang Tianyou a score of 0."

"Yes, Governor!" Ye Rou replied crisply.

The discipline master, who was too clever for his own good, ended up turning green with embarrassment.

Although the law enforcement team has no right to interfere with the university's decisions according to imperial law, the Zhou family is the most powerful family in Jiangling City, and the principal does not dare to utter a word.

Yang Ding quickly found exam room number 78, and when he entered the exam room, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He thought Ye Rou had taught him some secret technique, which was why he dared to accept Xiang Tianyou's challenge.

Unexpectedly, after entering the room, he looked at the judges and said, "Instructor, I voluntarily concede defeat."

His voice was loud and clear, neither humble nor arrogant.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

"It's not shameful. He was just an average supplementary student; how could he possibly be a match for Xiang Tianyou?"

"But isn't his voice a bit too loud?"

"It's not just big, it's like everyone else is admitting defeat."

Even Zhou Ruoxi couldn't help but ask, "How can he remain so dignified even after admitting defeat?"

"The contest I made him admit defeat was never a fair one," Ye Rou replied.

Xiang Tianyou was very pleased with himself. He glanced back at Ye Rou and Zhou Ruoxi on the platform, wanting to make a deeper impression, completely unaware of his aunt's constipated expression.

"Sorry, you won too easily," Xiang Tianyou said with a smile to the senior judge who was giving the scores.

The senior judge knew he had powerful backing, and was about to give him 95 points for his close combat performance when he discovered that Ye Rou had already given both of them 0 points.

Xiang Bin, who had been hiding behind the judges and peeking at the scores, immediately turned grim.

A score of 0 means that the son is likely to be assigned to a third-class class, where he will enjoy inferior training resources, thus jeopardizing his promising future.

He glanced at his sister, puzzled, but didn't dare go up to the stage to ask what was going on.

After leaving the examination room, Xiang Tianyou ran over excitedly.

"Dad, how's my melee rating?"

"Not good."

"I don't care what score I get. As long as I get 90, I can get into the top class."

"0 points."

"What?"

Xiang Tianyou immediately became furious.