You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 663 - 292: This Year’s Freshmen Seriously Lack Backbone! (Part 2)

But at Imperial University, there are too many geniuses; even the worst are one in a thousand. The elites and upstarts who excelled in local high schools are not so noticeable here,

If you still want to be the focus of the entire school like in high school, there's only one way—to join the Fighting Club and strive to become a main member of the school team!

"Life is short, and the chances to change your destiny are rare, so give it your all and seize the opportunity before you. Only then can you go further on the path of Martial Dao."

Under the podium, Ye Qingzhou yawned straight away.

"Ye Qingzhou, where are you?"

Ye Qingzhou's phone rang; it was Xu Yuebing calling.

"After entering through the main gate, turn left. I'm around here. Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Got pulled by a roommate to sign up for the Mountaineering Club."

Xu Yuebing lamented, somewhat unexpectedly overwhelmed by the popularity of the martial arts, initially thinking it would still be timely to register for the Mountaineering Club first.

Soon, the recruitment assessment of the Fighting Club began.

A tall, handsome senior sister held a tablet and stood meticulously by the ring, recording.

The first martial artist to take the stage had the strength of a Professional Third Rank. Outside, he'd be enough to teach at many high schools, but at Imperial University, such a person can't even be the main force of the second team of the school, so he could only join the Fighting Club first, then go through a year of training and selection.

Another freshman, who wasn't even at the professional level, was clearly trying to get lucky.

The result was self-evident; he couldn't even withstand a single move from the opponent and was knocked off the ring.

The victor won cleanly and beautifully, even receiving quite a few cheers, but the judging team comprised of senior Fighting Club members didn't nod.

"Mediocre level, put him on hold first."

The chief judge was a girl with jet-black hair, dressed in a pure white tracksuit, who spoke in a listless tone.

Among the few, she was the only official member of Imperial University's first team, the strongest, and naturally had the most say.

"Okay, Sister Ling'Er."

The few senior members participating in the review nodded in agreement.

After all, Imperial's Fighting Club only accepts the elite, choosing the best of the best, not accepting any riff-raff.

Since the winner's performance wasn't outstanding, many assessors began eagerly planning to use him as a stepping stone, preparing to showcase their skills.

The senior sister responsible for the recruitment activity started calling names in order of registration, "Contestant number 003, please come to the stage."

A boy on the left side of the ring quickly stepped onto the stage, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to win with the most perfect posture.

But unfortunately, although his opponent's cultivation was only Professional Third Rank, he hid an entry-level high-tier martial technique as a trump card, leading to the challenger losing due to a misstep.

Witnessing his two consecutive wins, the victor couldn't help feeling elated. He looked at the judging panel with eyes full of anticipation.

Sadly, such strength was still insufficient. Just a high-tier martial technique; was that enough to enter Imperial's Fighting Club?

The power gained from high-tier martial techniques was meaningless; what the Fighting Club needed was outstanding geniuses, those who could use initial and mid-tier martial techniques with incredible skill.

The judges didn't nod, indicating his displayed strength wasn't adequate, and he still needed to face the next challenger.

"It's my turn now..."

After being called by the female host of the Fighting Club, Ye Qingzhou walked onto the stage with a calm demeanor.

Ye Qingzhou's appearance immediately caught the attention of the students in class two.

"Ye Qingzhou?"

"It's really him!"

"Since we're classmates, let's cheer for him!"

Class President Wu Xiaoyan took the opportunity to lead, rallying everyone to wave flags and cheer for Ye Qingzhou, boosting his morale.

As soon as Ye Qingzhou took the stage, his opponent froze.

"No way, I have to fight him?"

He had originally been full of confidence, planning to win the third match, gain the judges' approval, join the Fighting Club, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life...

But before even stepping out of the novice village, he directly encountered the Great Demon King.

How the hell is he supposed to fight?

Clearly, he recognized Ye Qingzhou.

After all, someone who can punch with thirty tons of power is hard not to know.

Looking at his own physique, it didn't seem like he could withstand a dump truck. He decisively raised his hand and surrendered, "I give up!"

After speaking, he directly turned and exited the ring.

The judges of the Fighting Club showed one by one surprised expressions, exchanging glances.

"Ye Qingzhou... is he that Martial Arts Prodigy ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List?"

The chief judge, Li Yuling, slightly frowned. She didn't pay much attention to lower-level events, so she hadn't personally seen Ye Qingzhou in action. Her understanding of Ye Qingzhou came entirely from the school's registered resume, and even a trimmed version at that.

"Winning the National Martial Competition two consecutive years? Indeed, he has great potential. Let him continue fighting to see exactly what level he is."

On the ring, Ye Qingzhou subdued the enemy without a fight, and the students of Class Two in the Martial Arts System felt proud and began cheering.

At this moment, Xu Yuebing just squeezed into the sports hall; of course, she saw Ye Qingzhou on the ring, her eyes instantly focused on him, a slight smile curling up at the corner of her mouth.

Some people who didn't know Ye Qingzhou wanted to get on stage to show off but were stopped by their friends. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Don't go; you'll be beaten to death."

"My Martial Bone Mastery level would be beaten to death? You must be joking."

"He can make the force tester smoke with a punch, thirty tons of punch force; are you sure you want to go up?"

"Cough cough, I'm in bad shape today; maybe next time."