Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 303 - 291: A Fruitful Gain, Chu Feng’s "Mao Sui volunteers himself"; Malice from Aristocratic Youngsters, Monkey becomes King!

Chapter 303: Chapter 291: A Fruitful Gain, Chu Feng’s "Mao Sui volunteers himself"; Malice from Aristocratic Youngsters, Monkey becomes King!

Chu Feng and Wang Erbao, bantering back and forth, arrived at a large classroom on the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

This afternoon’s public lesson was on battle theory, focusing on deeper insights such as combat force exertion and the use of True Force.

These insights didn’t involve specific Martial Techniques, but mastering them could significantly improve the control over one’s own power.

Chu Feng listened with profound introspection.

During his deep foray into the battlefield, he had realized his utilization of power was very low.

Relying on the suppression of his all-round Attributes, he could easily defeat low-level and same-level Demons, completely masking his shortcomings.

But when facing higher-level Demons, his flaws were starkly exposed—his control was insufficient!

Against Fika, each of his punches and kicks raised a massive commotion, appearing mighty and spectacular, but that was merely due to his power being unfocused and leaking everywhere, greatly diminishing his damage output.

In contrast, each of Fika’s moves was extremely restrained, with power highly concentrated, giving them formidable penetration, and therefore, the ability to easily breach his physical defenses and cause him massive damage.

Even on several occasions, using something akin to a wave of Magic, he concentrated terrifying power, bypassing the sturdiness of the body’s surface, to directly shatter his heart!

If it weren’t for the Attribute Points sustaining his life, let alone eroding the Demon Ancestor’s Power, it would be questionable whether he could last ten minutes under Fika’s hands.

Discovery of a flaw is a prelude to its amendment!

Chu Feng listened to the lesson with extreme diligence, thoroughly immersing himself in the teacher’s explanations and gaining much insight.

At the same time, he was oblivious to the increasingly malevolent glances shot at him from the crowd.

Of course, even if he had noticed these hostile individuals, he would have dismissed them, perhaps even flashing them a provocative smile.

...

Chu Feng’s only regret was that the class was drawing to a close all too soon.

The lecturer at the front stopped his lesson, glanced at the time, and said with a smile, "All right, class, we’ve finished the theoretical knowledge for this lesson.

"But theory remains theory. Whether or not you can master these insights depends on practice-based verification.

"We have ten minutes left in this class, so let’s end with a practical exercise—to verify our learning in combat.

"Is there a student who wishes to come up and demonstrate for everyone?"

Though he phrased the question openly, his gaze locked directly onto Chu Feng.

For Chu Feng stood out like a firefly in the night, instantly recognizable even hidden among the crowd—

On the first day of school, he swept through his peers, pioneered a Composite Technique, stood on the main stage under the scrutiny of the entire school’s faculty and students, right beside the principal, speaking eloquently, stealing the limelight.

Following that, he left school and missed classes for a whole month.

Although he had taken a long leave through proper channels, and the teachers had been notified, to some lecturers unfamiliar with him, it seemed somewhat defiant.

What’s the meaning of taking a long leave right after school starts?

Not worried about your studies anymore? Or do you think us ordinary lecturers aren’t worthy of teaching a genius like you, Chu?

Favored by the principal for a guaranteed graduation, right?

Prejudice against a person is easy to form but hard to dispel.

After some hearsay spun in quiet whispers by the Aristocratic Youngsters, Chu Feng’s reputation for arrogance had reached many instructors’ ears.

These lecturers might not deliberately target Chu Feng, but encountering him would make them curious to witness for themselves the abilities of this so-called arrogant genius.

Me?

Chu Feng blinked in surprise as he understood the meaning in the instructor’s eyes; he pointed at his nose and looked puzzled.

"Very well, Classmate Chu Feng has volunteered himself, please step forward!"

The instructor immediately clapped his hands, signaling for Chu Feng to stand on the open ground in front of the crowd.

Alright then, they were waiting for me!

Chu Feng felt a bit tricked and nearly laughed in frustration.

However, it didn’t really bother him, he got up from the meditation cushion and, under the gaze of everyone, stepped out of the crowd and boldly stood in the center of the field, facing the instructor and turning his back to the hundred pairs of scrutinizing eyes.

The instructor asked, "Classmate Chu, did you gain anything from this class?"

Chu Feng nodded earnestly, "The teacher explained very well, I’ve gained a lot from this class. By comparing what you taught, I realized that there are significant issues with myself.

"It could be because I ascended realms quite rapidly, my foundation is actually a bit unstable and there’s a lot of room for improvement in the condensation of power. Having attended your class, I’ve found direction in correcting these defects."

The instructor nodded in satisfaction upon hearing these sincere words, his impression of him improving slightly.

Seems like a modest and studious kid, not at all like the arrogant person rumored to be. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

It appears that his request for a long leave was genuinely because something happened at home, which couldn’t be helped.

So he smiled, "To know one’s faults and be able to change is the greatest virtue. It’s not too late to correct them now. When the realm is still low, one must develop good habits. Once you’ve practiced for a while, some bad habits can’t be changed..."

"..."

The two talked amiably, but some people below were not at all pleased to listen.

"Why does Chu Feng love to show off so much, flaunting wherever he goes, right? He must think he’s a trash can, always ready to fill up with crap!"

"Ascended realms rapidly? Isn’t it just that he advanced to the Innate a bit earlier than us, making some noise at the opening ceremony? Does he have to mention it every single day without end?"

"Innate, what’s so difficult about that? Just popping pills, right? It was okay to talk about it when school started, but now to bring it up is just laughable, isn’t everyone Innate now."

"Hmph, Chu Feng, a pauper, where did he get the resources to advance to Innate? Getting that close with Fatty Wang from the Wang Family, isn’t it just because he’s good at sucking up?"

"Need resources? Come to me then! My arse is much cleaner than Fatty Wang’s foot, getting washed every day!"

"You’re really disgusting, hahaha!"

"..."

A group of aristocratic youngsters dressed in splendid attire occupied a corner of the classroom, laughing and pointing at Chu Feng with derision, their words full of disdain and provocation.

They formed their own clique; there was nobody else around them, all the students of common birth kept their distance.

Hearing their mocking laughter, the faces of the surrounding crowd showed disgust, which they tried their best to hide.

This group of noble clan descendants were exclusive by nature and always looked down on associating with commoner students, often discussing lineage when mentioning someone and acting superior when talking about commoners.

It was one thing to not blend in; everyone has the freedom to be exclusive within their own groups, playing whatever they want behind closed doors without others meddling.

But these individuals, often boasting of their lineage and the Martial Path Realms achieved with massive resources, bullied ordinary people for fun, which was truly loathsome.

At the beginning of the school term, they were beaten down by Chu Feng alone, like a group of dead dogs, and behaved very subtly at that time.

But during the month that Chu Feng was away, these aristocratic youngsters each advanced to Innate, thereafter showing their true, detestable faces.

As for this, everyone had only one comment: In the absence of a tiger, a monkey proclaims itself king!