Chapter 33: GPA Received

Chapter 33: Points Credited

Inside the principal’s office of Qiming First Martial Arts Senior High School.

This was no ordinary office, but a massive war command center brimming with futuristic technology.

Dozens of enormous holographic screens, like floating stars, encircled the center of the room.

On each screen, real-time footage played of students from different grades and classes, training or engaged in combat.

At the room’s heart, a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit sat quietly, his features refined and his demeanor gentle.

He was Lin Yuan, the current principal of Qiming First Martial Arts High School.

Behind him stood over a dozen martial arts teachers, each with a distinct aura, yet all exuding a powerful, restrained strength.

They were the pillars of this top-tier academy.

At that moment, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the largest main screen.

The screen displayed the just-concluded battle footage of Class Three, Grade One, against the Green Skin War Band.

From the students’ initial panic and confusion, to Shi Potian’s thunderous strike that steadied morale, to Qin Feng single-handedly revitalizing the entire field, and finally to all students uniting to utterly defeat the Green Skins… the entire battle was recorded in the clearest, most comprehensive perspective by high-altitude drones.

When the image froze on the moment the last Green Skin was slain, a murmur of restrained, approving discussion filled the room.

“Not bad, very good.”

An old man with a goatee spoke first, pointing at Chu Lan on the screen, who was directing the overall situation. “This lad named Chu Lan has the bearing of a great commander. Calm in crisis, proper in command—a fine seedling.”

“As for Shi Potian, there’s no need to say more.”

A sturdy, muscular female teacher interjected, “His ‘Ninefold Thunder Blade’ already shows some mastery. His blade technique is fierce, his killing decisive—he’s a born warrior. His vitality index is nearly 10 points. Give him another month or two, and breaking through to second-level martial artist is a certainty.”

“Mm, these are the ones we’ve been focusing on in advance. Their performance is stable, within expectations.”

Principal Lin Yuan nodded with a smile. He picked up the cup of green tea beside him and took a light sip. “But as for the biggest surprise this time…”

His gaze fell on the figure on the screen, holding a long spear, weaving through the battlefield like a swimming dragon.

“That thrust was beautiful.”

The goateed old man narrowed his eyes. He magnified and slowed down ten times the image of Qin Feng precisely striking a Green Skin’s wrist with his spear tip.

“Precise force application, tricky timing, power used just right. Not a single superfluous movement—this is the mark of basic techniques honed to the bone.”

“Is this… the ‘Thousand Army Spear’?”

The female teacher’s face showed a hint of surprise. “That spear technique, as I recall, is one of the hardest nuts to crack among our school’s first-level killing arts. It demands extremely high coordination, overall vision, and endurance from the user. I didn’t expect any teacher to choose this spear technique for a freshman.”

“One month!”

“In one month, he’s cultivated the ‘Thousand Army Spear,’ which demands high comprehension, to the ‘entry’ level.”

The goateed old man set down his teacup. “This… this lad’s comprehension is not bad.”

“It’s more than just entry.”

Principal Lin Yuan put down his teacup. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the room. “Look closely at his footwork and every choice of action. He’s not simply fighting—he’s ‘controlling’ the battlefield. Every block is a rescue; every thrust is a support. He’s like an experienced chess player, using himself and his long spear to firmly link together the chaotic battle situation.”

“Without him, Shi Potian’s assault would have faced more hindrance; without him, Chu Lan’s commands would have been hard to implement effectively; without him, this practical class would have had at least five or six more severely injured students. It can be said that he was the most crucial link in completing this mission with an ‘excellent’ rating.”

Lin Yuan’s evaluation plunged all the teachers present into thought.

They replayed the footage. This time, they no longer focused on the flashy kills, but directed all their attention to Qin Feng’s seemingly plain yet perfectly timed spear techniques.

The more they watched, the deeper their shock grew.

“This lad… is remarkable.”

After a long while, the goateed old man let out a heartfelt sigh.

Lin Yuan smiled and made a few operations on his terminal.

“Alright, I’ve assessed the points based on their overall performance and sent them to Wu Shangfeng.”

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the steel campus outside, brimming with vitality and energy.

“A Chu Lan who knows how to assess the situation and has command talent; a Shi Potian who is sharp-edged and charges forward; and a Qin Feng who is great skill concealed in plain sight…”

“Class Three, Grade One… quite interesting.”

…

On the other side, Gamma-7 planet.

When the portal to Qiming First Martial Arts High School slowly opened before everyone, all the students felt as if they had been granted a reprieve. Following Wu Shangfeng’s steps, they filed into that familiar, shimmering subspace tunnel.

Back in the spacious martial arts room of Class Three, Grade One, feeling the solid floor underfoot and smelling the familiar air tinged with disinfectant, everyone had a sense of having returned from another world.

“Alright, you’re all back.”

Wu Shangfeng’s voice pulled them from their daze. “Now, I’ll give you half an hour. Go to your dormitories, wash up, and change your clothes. Remember, half an hour. Assemble here on time in thirty minutes. I’ll conduct a review and summary of the battle just now.”

“Yes!”

The students answered in unison, then quickly rushed toward the dormitory area.

Half an hour later, everyone had changed into clean training suits and returned to the martial arts room.

Though their faces still bore traces of fatigue, each person’s eyes now held a newfound firmness and composure, tempered by the baptism of blood and fire.

Wu Shangfeng stood at the podium. Without superfluous words, he directly activated the main screen and projected the battle footage onto it.

“First, Chu Lan.”

Wu Shangfeng froze the image at the moment Chu Lan commanded the students to form a circular formation. “Your on-the-spot command was decisive and correct. At the first sign of the formation being broken, you made the most effective response, avoiding greater casualties. This deserves praise.”

He fast-forwarded the footage.

“However, you made a major error in pre-battle reconnaissance and intelligence analysis. You only saw the Green Skin youngsters, but overlooked the crude vehicles behind them, built by ‘I think it works’ power, and that clearly leader-level, larger Green Skin. This caused our initial deployment to be off. Remember, on the battlefield, any overlooked detail can become a death warrant for you and your teammates.”

Chu Lan’s face showed an expression of humble acceptance. He nodded solemnly.

“Next, Shi Potian.”

The screen switched to the scene of Shi Potian cutting off three heads with one strike. “Your personal bravery is impeccable. At the most critical moment, you used your strength to steady everyone’s morale. You are the sharpest blade of our class.”

“But,” Wu Shangfeng’s tone shifted, “your fighting was too focused on your own kills, lacking cooperation with teammates. Several times, you could have formed a pincer attack with classmates nearby, defeating enemies at a smaller cost, yet you chose a more direct, more stamina-consuming way to finish them alone. Remember, you are part of a team, not a lone wolf.”

Shi Potian frowned slightly at this, but ultimately nodded.

Wu Shangfeng’s critiques were incisive and merciless, clearly pointing out the strengths and weaknesses each student had revealed in battle.

Finally, his gaze fell on Qin Feng.

On the screen, a loop began playing Qin Feng’s figure moving like a swimming dragon on the battlefield.

“Qin Feng.”

For the first time, Wu Shangfeng’s voice carried an unmistakable note of approval.

“Your spear technique is excellent.”

He froze and magnified the image of Qin Feng using his spear tip to “hook” a Green Skin off balance, creating an opportunity for his teammates.

“The ‘Thousand Army Spear’ emphasizes ‘momentum’—not your personal might, but the ‘grand momentum’ of the entire battlefield. You clearly understood that with your current strength, you couldn’t achieve a one-hit kill. So you didn’t force it. Instead, you chose to use your skill to guide, disrupt, and create a ‘momentum’ favorable to your side.”

"Take this, for example," he said, pointing at the screen. "That strike of yours—you could have aimed for its vital point, but you didn't. You chose to attack its ankle. That single move not only saved your teammate but also disrupted the opponent's attack rhythm, buying precious time for the stability of our entire defensive line."

"And here, your defense..."

Wu Shangfeng replayed the scene where Qin Feng, facing five enemies alone, twirled his spear to shield himself.

"Breaking through the point with precision, deflecting force with skill. You've grasped the basic defensive techniques of the 'Thousand Army Spear' quite thoroughly. But it's still not enough."

Wu Shangfeng drew several red trajectory lines on the light screen.

"See here, if you had shifted your stance half a step to the left, your defensive circle would not only have protected yourself but also covered the classmate behind you on your left. And if your spear momentum, after a horizontal sweep, had followed up with an upward thrust, it would have seamlessly connected with Shi Potian's attack, forming a chain of lethal moves without any gap."

"Remember, on the battlefield, there is no perfect technique—only the most suitable choice. Every move you make must be considered: how can it maximize the benefit for the entire team?"

Qin Feng listened with utmost seriousness.

Every piece of guidance from Wu Shangfeng was like a sudden enlightenment, giving him a brand-new, deeper understanding of the battle he had just finished.

As Wu Shangfeng explained, the once blurry combat images in his mind began to grow clear and three-dimensional.

It was as if he had returned to that blood-soaked battlefield, watching from a bystander's perspective, re-evaluating every swing of his spear, every step he took.

Amid this deep review and reflection, the panel deep in his consciousness began to flicker wildly.

[Reviewing combat, comprehending the essence of killing techniques. Thousand Army Spear proficiency +2.]

[Heeding the master's guidance, understanding the way of adaptation. Thousand Army Spear proficiency +3.]

[Combining actual combat, reflecting on oneself. Thousand Army Spear proficiency +3.]

[Thousand Army Spear (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 40/100]

[Effect: At the current stage, gain a slight boost in spear technique comprehension.]

[Stages: Beginner, Minor Mastery, Major Mastery, Perfection, Dominion.]

In just a short ten-minute debrief, his spear proficiency had surged by 8 points! This was equivalent to an entire week of solitary, hard training!

The debrief ended, and Wu Shangfeng turned off the screen.

"Alright, that concludes the summary. Now, I'll distribute the merit points for this practical class."

He pulled up the reward list personally assessed by Principal Lin Yuan.

"Chu Lan, excellent command, calm under pressure. Reward: 20 merit points."

"Shi Potian, unmatched courage, stabilized morale. Reward: 20 merit points."

"Qin Feng, controlled the entire field, effective coordination. Reward: 15 merit points."

"Qian Duoduo, charged ahead, solid defense. Reward: 10 merit points."

...

Wu Shangfeng read out the reward list one by one. Most of the students who had fought on the front lines received substantial merit points, and even those who performed less well got three or four points as "effort points."

"These are the merit point allocations for this mission. Any objections?"

Wu Shangfeng scanned the room and asked.

Silence filled the classroom.

Everyone was convinced.

In particular, no one was surprised that Qin Feng received 15 points, second only to Shi Potian and Chu Lan.

His miraculous spear skills and his contribution to the entire battle were evident to all.

"Good."

Wu Shangfeng nodded and confirmed the distribution on his terminal.

Instantly, all students' terminals received a notification of merit points credited.

[Your account has received 15 merit points. Current total: 15 points.]

Qin Feng looked at his panel—this was the first "wealth" he had earned since entering Qiyi High.

"Finally, one more announcement."

Wu Shangfeng's voice rang out again. "Go back and rest well. Digest and summarize today's practical experience. Tomorrow will be your first monthly exam."

"The exam starts at 8:30 AM. It consists of three parts: General Arts, Martial Arts General, and Practical Combat."

"General Arts: full score 100. Martial Arts General: a comprehensive assessment of body refinement and meditation methods, full score 500. Practical Combat: technique drills and virtual combat, full score 500."

"Finally, the total score from these three parts will determine the overall ranking for the entire first-year grade. Remember, it's a school-wide ranking."

Wu Shangfeng distributed electronic admission tickets to everyone's terminals.

"Alright, dismissed."

The students filed out one by one, but Qin Feng, Shi Potian, and Qian Duoduo stayed behind without a word.

"Come on, don't go back."

Shi Potian's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "Strike while the iron is hot—let's practice more!"

"Right!"

Qian Duoduo clenched his fist. "After that fight, I feel like my blood is still boiling. Going to sleep now would be such a waste! Let's do another debrief!"

Qin Feng smiled and nodded.

The three exchanged glances, said nothing more, and headed straight to the cold weapon training area of the martial arts room.

They were determined to fully and completely transform today's combat insights into their own strength.

Qin Feng grasped the cold alloy spear again and closed his eyes.

In his mind, the bloody battle scenes and Wu Shangfeng's guidance intertwined, replaying and deducing over and over.

Slowly, he thrust out his first spear.

[Combining actual combat experience, deducing spear technique variations. Thousand Army Spear proficiency +1.]

[Thousand Army Spear proficiency +1.]

[Thousand Army Spear proficiency +2.]

[Thousand Army Spear (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 44/100]

[Effect: At the current stage, gain a slight boost in spear technique comprehension.]

[Stages: Beginner, Minor Mastery, Major Mastery, Perfection, Dominion.]

...

In the following hours, his spear proficiency surged by another four points.

(End of chapter)