In the vast territory of Huaxia Heavenly Dynasty, with a population of hundreds of billions, everyone aspires to martial arts, dreaming of becoming a warrior who can leap through the Dragon Gate and break through the Lingxiao. 

In the province of Langna, in the city of Tianjian, at the Second Junior High School.

Morning, Class 8 of Grade 3.

"Damn, have you guys seen the news? Chef Liu Qing went to the wilderness alone to complete his eighth-order spirit dish, and raided the lair of the eighth-order peak exotic beast, the Thundercloud Leopard."

"So awesome, for the sake of cooking, he wielded two kitchen knives and chopped continuously for three days and nights without blinking an eye!"

"That video was so bloody and inspiring."

"So strong, he's truly reaching the pinnacle of a chef in this new era."

"This move has put New Oriental in a tough spot."

"Both New Oriental graduates, both aspiring chefs, why is my dad so mediocre?"

"Your dad just has an E-level talent, while Liu Qing's talent..."

Suddenly, the classroom door was pushed open, and the noisy chatter inside the classroom came to a sudden halt.

All the students turned their attention to the door.

They saw a teenager with bruises on his face, blood-stained clothes, carrying a dusty school bag, limping into the classroom. Seeing this, his classmates rushed to help him.

"Class Monitor, what happened to you?"

"Oh my god, who did this to you!"

"Quick, two boys, take him to the infirmary!"

The students in the class instantly realized what had happened, and a group of boys rushed to the teenager's side.

"Monitor, we'll take you to the infirmary."

Watching his concerned classmates, Wang Xianxian shook his head.

"No need to bother everyone, I've already been there."

With that, he dragged himself back to his seat.

Feeling the pain in his body, Wang Xianxian clenched his teeth lightly and adjusted his disrupted breath with internal energy.

At this moment, the students in the class started to discuss.

"Damn, it must be those people from the Wang family who did this."

"Could it be that Wang Beichen is behind this again?"

Isn't Wang Beichen the younger brother of the class monitor?

"What's wrong with them, they're all from the Wang family, why do they keep bullying the class monitor?"

"Don't their elders care at all? How many times has this happened?"

And they call themselves a royal family, disgusting.

"Don't speak so loudly, if the Wang family hears you, you'll be in trouble."

"This is so damn unfair!"

Just as the students were discussing, the classroom door was opened again.

This time, their homeroom teacher came in.

The homeroom teacher cleared his throat.

"Quiet down, let me say a few words.

Seeing the gradually quieting students, the homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction.

"Teacher knows you all are looking forward to today's awakening ceremony, but the arrangements for the next few days are equally important. First of all, congratulations to everyone for successfully completing the mid-term cultural exam, and I wish you all achieve satisfactory results."

"Next is about the schedule for the next few days."

"We will only have half a day of classes today. After the awakening ceremony, complete the registration and you can all go home freely."

Upon hearing this, the students became excited and started cheering.

The homeroom teacher smiled helplessly, "Quiet down, everyone, listen to me finish.

"When you get back home this afternoon, remember to discuss with your family whether you want to participate in the martial arts exam. Those who are willing to participate, come to school tomorrow to fill out the application form. As for those who are not interested in the martial arts exam and have decided to attend vocational school, you can choose not to come."

"You just need to wait for the results to come out, and you can register online. Of course, if you have any questions about registering for vocational school, or need recommendations, you can come back to school at that time, and the teacher will help you."

"Now, everyone tidy up, and line up in the corridor..."

Upon hearing the teacher's words, the students hurriedly rushed to the corridor.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher noticed something unusual in the back of the classroom.

"Wang Xianxian, what's wrong with you?"

The vice monitor of Wang Xianxian hurriedly said, "Teacher, it's the people from the Wang family again..."

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Before the vice monitor could finish speaking, Wang Xianxian interrupted, "Teacher, I'm fine, I just tripped when I went out."

The homeroom teacher guessed the answer in her heart, with a worried look on her face.

"You child, how did you trip and end up like this?"

Although she knew the truth, she was powerless to change anything.

"Vice monitor, class representative, take him to the infirmary to treat the wound. And find him some clean clothes, as there will be many leaders from the city coming to school today."

Watching the backs of the three as they left, the homeroom teacher sighed deeply.

"The Wang family is really going too far..."

Infirmary.

The school doctor touched Wang Xianxian's body with his hand, then activated his professional skill.

Treatment!

Immediately, a milky white light lit up on the surface of Wang Xianxian's body, and the bruises on his body began to quickly dissipate.

After the treatment, the school doctor patted Wang Xianxian's shoulder.

"Alright, go to the playground now."

After bidding farewell to the school doctor, the three of them did not immediately return to the playground but walked leisurely on the path.

The vice monitor and class representative looked at Wang Xianxian, who was silent, and chose not to ask.

They were all good friends of Wang Xianxian and understood his character.

The class representative, Li Yue, was a girl with short hair, exuding a bit of vigor in her youth.

She thought back to the skill the school doctor had just displayed and felt a bit envious.

"If only I could awaken a medical-type professional skill."

"Compared to fighting all day long, I prefer saving lives." The vice monitor, Zhao Hu, a short-haired young man, placed his hands behind his head.

"I hope to awaken as a swordsman and live up to the title of a general!"

"However, we can't decide what professional skill we awaken, whatever we awaken will be it."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Xianxian beside him with envy.

"Brother Xian, I envy you so much."

"There are only two types of professional skills, combat and non-combat."

"The probability of awakening combat-type professional skills is less than 20%."

"Your Wang family is bound to awaken sword-type professional skills, and the quality of the family members' talents is not low. 'Imperial bloodline, terrifying as it is!'"

"Alas, I don't want to awaken like my dad, becoming a chef, cooking is too tiring."

After hearing this, Wang Xianxian lowered his head slightly.

While others envied his bloodline, for him, the bloodline brought more harm than good.

Li Yue, the class representative, snorted coldly after hearing this.

"What's wrong with being a chef? Does that mean non-combat professional skills are necessarily weaker than combat professional skills?"

"The professional skill of Chef Liu Qing, the Chef King, is also a non-combat type, and he still defeats opponents of the same level. 'There are no trash professional skills, only trash talents!'"

Talent is what determines the growth limit of a warrior!

The vice monitor and class representative were childhood friends and also rivals.

Seeing himself being refuted, Zhao Hu retorted immediately.

"You're daydreaming, is it so easy to obtain high-quality talents?"

"Chef King's talent is SSS-grade, such talent is rare once in a decade globally. Li Yue, unwilling to show weakness, said,

"If you have no dreams, what's the difference between you and a salted fish? What if you awaken an even more amazing X-grade talent?"

"Hehe, why don't you say I awaken a once-in-a-millennium EX-grade talent?"

"Zhao Hu, why do you look down on Uncle Zhao?" Li Yue was a little angry.

"Li Yue, do you have ears at all? When did I ever look down on my dad?"

"You do, you look down on chefs!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Listening to the two arguing, Wang Xianxian sighed helplessly.

These two rivals were his best friends at school, but their relationship could only be described as a love-hate one, constantly fighting or on the verge of a fight.

Seeing the two about to start a fight, Wang Xianxian quickly stepped in to stop them.

"Dear sirs, listen carefully, the principal has already started speaking, let's go quickly."

The two glared at each other, then turned their heads simultaneously.

"Hmph!"

However, despite the argument, they didn't dare to joke about the awakening ceremony.

The three of them quickened their pace and headed towards the playground.