High Martial Arts: Logging 10,000 Years Into The Future - Chapter 281

Chapter 281

“You don’t want me to go, do you?”

Lu Sheng turned around and looked at the words hanging on the wall and said faintly.

“But the path that I, Lu Sheng, want to walk cannot be controlled by others … Seven Sage Universities can’t, the Martial Sage can’t either.”

Lu Sheng glanced at the towering Sage Martial Tower that stood silently in the distance.

Then, he sat down cross-legged and picked up a piece of cloth to gently wipe the Red Crystal Dragon Spear.

His eyes were as calm as ever.

On the computer behind him, there was a dense list of information about the Extreme Dao Martial Arts Academy and the Extreme Dao Martial Sage.

Three days later.

At the gate of the Seventh Sage Martial University.

A bus was parked, and many new and old students of the Seventh Sage Martial University gathered around it.

Chen Yixuan and the other top ten powerhouses on the Senior Ranking stood in front of the bus as if they were waiting for something.

The National University Martial Arts Conference was about to begin, and today was the day of departure.

The Vice Principal, Zhao Kangtai, would personally lead the team. Everyone was quite excited because everyone knew very well what kind of earth-shattering figure had appeared in their Seventh Sage Martial University this year?

“The Demon King is on his way. In this National Martial Arts Conference, our Seventh Sage Martial University will completely wipe away our previous humiliation and restore our glory!”

“I really can’t think of a reason to lose. I can’t wait to see the scene of Lu Sheng crushing those martial arts academies brothers. Unfortunately, I can’t go and watch it live …”

“It’s okay. There will be a live broadcast. We can just watch it live.”

“Speaking of which, why isn’t Lu Sheng here yet?”

Listening to the discussions of many students, Chen Yixuan, who was standing in the crowd, smiled bitterly in his heart.

These people obviously didn’t know that Lu Sheng wouldn’t come at all.

Compared to the biennial National University Martial Arts Conference, the Martial Sage’s inheritance was obviously much more important.

Even a fool would know how to choose.

“If it were me, I’d rather not go to the conference. I’ll just get beaten up anyway …”

Chen Yixuan thought to himself.

He specially glanced at the Vice Principal, Zhao Kangtai, who was leading the team.

Zhao Kangtai’s expression was very normal, and there was no anxiety on his face at all.

Although he looked down at the time from time to time, Chen Yixuan felt that he was more anxious to leave.

Obviously, Lu Sheng would definitely not …

Before Chen Yixuan could finish his thought, he heard a commotion in the crowd mixed with cheers.

The sheep scattered, and the tiger came out.

A handsome young man with a tall and straight posture and a casual posture walked in from outside the crowd.

He was carrying a simple weapon bag in his hand. Who else could it be other than Lu Sheng?

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Chen Yixuan was stunned subconsciously, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Kangtai.

He saw that Zhao Kangtai, who had a relaxed expression a moment ago, had a complicated expression after seeing Lu Sheng appear.

It was the kind of unspeakable frustration that came after expectations fell through, full of deep disappointment.

“Lu Sheng …” Zhao Kangtai took a light breath and said in a low voice, “You have to think carefully. The National University Martial Arts Conference has just begun. You … still have time.”

Lu Sheng calmly replied, “Vice Principal, it’s just a thought. That’s what you told me.”

Zhao Kangtai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he didn’t say anything. He just waved his hand and announced in a deep voice, “Get on.”

“Oh!”

“The Seventh Sage Martial University Will Win!”

“The Demon King’s Triumphant Return!”

The surrounding students of the Seventh Sage Martial University burst into enthusiastic cheers, loudly cheering for the team that was about to represent the Seventh Sage University.

In this lively atmosphere, Zhao Kangtai’s expression seemed a bit stupefied …

***

The buses from Big Seven were quite luxurious.

There was only one seat in each row, and there was a small table next to each seat. There was also a snack cabinet and a refrigerator.

There were iced drinks and even wine inside, which could be taken out to drink at any time.

Lu Sheng was the first to get on the bus.

After he got on, the other senior students got on the bus one after another.

He randomly found a seat in the third row. The first two rows were suddenly empty, and no one dared to sit there.

All the senior students sat behind him with great tacit understanding.

There were not enough seats, so two people who were close to each other squeezed together.

This was a kind of awe and respect.

The law of the strong being revered, the higher the level, the more vividly it would be reflected.

Zhao Kangtai did not get on the bus. As the leading Master of Big Seven, he had his own private car.

The real leader was a student instructor from Big Seven. He was in his forties and wore a white martial arts suit with Big Seven’s emblem and school name.

As soon as the leading instructor came up, he began to distribute martial arts suits to everyone.

“You are all top martial arts students from Big Seven. This time, you are representing Big Seven in the National University Martial Arts Conference, so you should wear the same uniform. Please change. If the size is not suitable, you can come to me … ”

Lu Sheng looked at the martial arts suit in his hand. The style was similar to the one worn by the leading instructor. The workmanship was exquisite, and it was not bad.

There were curtains at the top of each row that could be pulled down, so it wasn’t a hassle to change clothes here.

After everyone had changed, the leading instructor scanned them with satisfaction, and then began to explain all kinds of things about the National University Martial Arts Conference.

“… Some of you have already participated in the conference once, and some of you are participating for the first time. In that case, I will introduce it again. Those who have not heard of it, listen carefully, and those who have heard of it, learn more …”

This leading instructor had a gentle temper and was good at everything, but he talked too much nonsense.

Lu Sheng looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by slowly, and thought about his own matters.

“A Level 7 Master’s Vitality is like a furnace, the martial will is formed, and the Master Qi-shield is formed … What about a Level 8 Grandmaster? Vitality condenses into a Dan, and the BQV value can easily reach more than 100,000. Vitality is as strong as a river, as hot as lava, and can almost melt steel. Once you make a move, your combat power is in the tens of millions …”

There was a qualitative transformation from Master to Grandmaster.

Especially in terms of physique.

Their Qi and blood changed from liquid to solid and condensed, just like the Dan described in the ancient books.

It continuously provided potential and stimulated cell activity, constantly washing and expelling the impurities in the body.

At the Grandmaster level, a martial artist’s lifespan would also increase sharply, and they would become a long-lived species among ordinary people.

However, Lu Sheng did not care about this. He had completed the second stage of the Immortal Golden Body.

He was only one step away from the condensing his blood into elixir. He could step into it at any time.