Chapter 84: Your Dad Came to School
Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Your Dad Came to School
1:18:45
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1:22:38
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1:28:16
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The time on the timer.
It just kept going up.
The main training hall was already packed with students from every training room.
They all stared intently at the timer.
Unwilling to look away for even a second...
"What kind of beast is this guy? He broke the record again, didn’t he?" Zhuang Tao said in surprise.
Lin Lu nodded. "I remember the last record was an hour and eighteen minutes, right? He’s gone so much longer today!"
"Zhou Qi, where did you guys find a treasure like him?" Han Song said, a hint of envy in his voice.
Zhou Qi glanced at them. "One in ten thousand..."
The group fell silent.
They were all disciples of the Martial Arts Hall, just like Lin Yi.
Before Lin Yi arrived, they had been the most dazzling figures.
The other students looked at them as if they were celebrities, idols.
They were the role models, the standard-bearers for all the students at the Martial Arts Hall.
But ever since Lin Yi came to the Martial Arts Hall,
all of their brilliance had rapidly dimmed.
They had faded into the crowd.
Now, the only person who could be called a standard-bearer was Lin Yi.
Even they felt like insignificant bystanders in his presence.
DING—
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
They all focused their gazes on the timer.
The time on it was frozen at 1:38:22.
In other words, he had added a full twenty minutes to the previous record.
He had broken the record once again...
When the door to the Quenching Room opened, Lin Yi walked out, safe and sound.
Seeing the hall packed with so many students again,
he seemed to have grown used to it, calmly walking toward the exit.
Wherever he went, the students consciously parted to make a path for him.
It wasn’t until he left the main training hall and returned to his training room
that the other students finally dispersed.
But Zhou Qi, Zhuang Tao, and Lin Lu didn’t leave.
Staring at the door of the Quenching Room, Han Song said with a fiery gaze, "An hour and thirty-eight minutes? Is there something wrong with the equipment inside?"
"I’ll go give it a try..."
With that, Han Song took out his Black Gold Card and marched straight to the Quenching Room Lin Yi had just used.
BEEP.
The door opened, and Han Song walked right in.
The result...
Before even ten minutes had passed, the door to the Quenching Room opened again.
Han Song walked out with a grim expression. "Holy shit... Zhou Qi, that junior of yours is not human. I honestly don’t know how he managed to last that long."
Zhou Qi glanced at him, smiling and shaking his head. "Before Lin Yi came, we were the exceptionally talented disciples, the role models for the regular students. After Lin Yi came, we became the regular students, and he’s the real prodigy!"
"Now you understand what I mean, right?"
"Pfft... If the other students heard you say that, what would they think?"
"Exactly! If we’re regular students, then what does that make them...?"
"You’re not wrong. At best, they’re just rookies who’ve barely started Martial Arts!"
After they finished speaking,
they all dispersed and returned to their own training rooms.
...
「In the training room.」
The students were all doing their own exercises.
Some were hitting punching posts, some were sparring on the platforms, and others were training their explosive power and speed...
Coach Yang Yong walked among them, occasionally correcting their form.
Lin Yi, however, was in a corner, practicing the Golden Light Fist over and over again.
Although his [Golden Light Fist] had already reached the Perfection realm,
Lin Yi always had a strange feeling.
’Perfection isn’t the peak.’
’Maybe there’s another breakthrough beyond Perfection?’
’Or maybe I can comprehend an even more profound fist technique based on the Golden Light Fist?’
So, Lin Yi practiced again and again.
He wanted to grasp the mysteries within the fist technique,
and from that, comprehend an even more profound one.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The power emanating from the Golden Light Fist made the surrounding students
want to stay as far away from him as possible.
They were afraid that a moment of carelessness would result in one of his punches landing on them, leading to irreversible consequences.
It was mainly because the Golden Light Fist, combined with Lin Yi’s Body Technique,
could, in the blink of an eye, transform Lin Yi into a golden streak.
He would teleport in front of you and throw a punch.
Before you could even react, you’d be obliterated by the Golden Light Fist.
Forget about the regular students;
even a disciple like Zhou Qi wouldn’t dare to take Lin Yi’s Golden Light Fist head-on.
Yang Yong stood not far away.
His eyes were filled with satisfaction as he watched Lin Yi practice.
’Who wouldn’t want a disciple like Lin Yi?’
Just as he was completely focused on watching Lin Yi,
a phone suddenly rang, sharp and urgent.
Yang Yong snapped back to reality and quickly walked toward a quiet corner.
He took out his phone and glanced at it as he walked.
The caller ID showed it was Lin Yi’s homeroom teacher, Liu Song.
"Hello? Brother Liu, what’s up?" Yang Yong said with a smile.
On the other end of the line, Liu Song’s tone was somewhat grave.
"Old Yang, is Lin Yi at the Martial Arts Hall? I tried calling him, but his phone is off!"
"Yeah, he’s here. What’s wrong? Is there a notice from the school? Or..."
"No notice from the school... Just let him take the call. I’ll tell him myself!"
Liu Song hemmed and hawed for a moment.
He had decided it was better to speak to Lin Yi directly.
"Alright, I’ll go get him!"
With that, Yang Yong walked over to Lin Yi.
"Lin Yi, Lin Yi? Hold on a second!"
BOOM—
In the next moment, Lin Yi threw a punch.
He quickly retracted his fist and looked at Yang Yong. "Coach Yang, what is it?"
"It’s your homeroom teacher. He says he has something to talk to you about!"
"My homeroom teacher? Is it Teacher Liu?"
Lin Yi hurried over.
He took the phone from Yang Yong. "Hello, Teacher Liu..."
Lin Yi had always been grateful to his homeroom teacher.
He even seemed to care more about many of Lin Yi’s affairs than Lin Yi himself did.
It was a debt of gratitude Lin Yi would never forget for the rest of his life.
"Lin Yi, is it a good time to talk?"
Liu Song asked quietly over the phone.
You could tell he was intentionally lowering his voice.
Lin Yi found this a bit strange. "It is. I’m at the Martial Arts Hall. Teacher Liu, did something happen?"
"Sigh, it’s not a huge deal, but... your dad came to the school!"
"Lin Dazhi?"
Upon hearing that name,
Lin Yi’s expression immediately darkened.
"That’s right. He came to the school looking for you, said he wanted to meet. He couldn’t reach your phone, and you deleted him from your messaging app... He looked pretty anxious!"
"And it looks like someone punched him in the left eye. I couldn’t make the decision for you, so I figured I’d call and ask..."
Liu Song’s tone was troubled.
After all, he was just a homeroom teacher; he couldn’t make decisions for Lin Yi on many things.
Besides, he knew a little about Lin Yi’s family situation.
After a long moment, Lin Yi laughed.
"He didn’t get kicked out by that mother and her kid, did he?
Teacher Liu, my training schedule is really tight right now. I don’t want to waste time on unimportant matters!"
Hearing this, Liu Song nodded on the other end.
"Alright, I understand. Leave it to me!"
"Sorry to trouble you, Teacher Liu..."