Chapter 113: My Mentor Is "Invincible"!
Zhang Ze was inexplicably taken away by a mentor named Woody, leaving Leng Bingbing dumbfounded. However, when she spotted mentors like Zhou Yunying approaching, she temporarily stopped worrying about him.
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“This mentor—”
Zhang Ze was practically dragged along by the other party.
As the two of them left the training ground, Zhang Ze didn’t forget to plead, “Mentor Woody, if you’re going to have me train with you, you should at least tell me something about yourself.”
Though he said it aloud, Zhang Ze already had a strong suspicion about Woody’s cultivation level.
He must be a Grade Five cultivator!
There was no doubt about it.
The system hadn’t provided any data on this mentor, which meant Woody was at least beyond Grade Four. Among this year’s new mentors in the Martial Arts Department, only Xie Xun and three others were Grade Six.
As for Grade Four and Five mentors, Zhang Ze had arrogantly neglected to learn about them earlier. Naturally, not knowing this mentor named Woody was excusable.
“My situation?” Woody sneered coldly. “What about it?”
“Am I making things difficult for you by tagging along?”
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While the two negotiated amicably, back inside the training ground, Leng Bingbing and the others began approaching their preferred mentors.
“Mentor Zhou—”
Leng Bingbing and Zhang Qingping came together before Zhou Yunying, speaking somewhat timidly.
Zhou Yunying showed no airs; despite being a Grade Six martial artist and in her early thirties, she was remarkably well-preserved.
A gentle smile adorned her face as she softly said, “You two must be Leng Bingbing and Zhang Qingping, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve already looked into your backgrounds. Would you like to train under me for the next four years?”
After all, following a mentor was a four-year commitment.
Therefore, it wasn’t a matter of a mentor forcibly taking a new student just because they liked them.
This had to be a mutual agreement, as the students surely had plans for their martial futures.
Being stronger didn’t necessarily mean being the right fit.
Clearly, Zhou Yunying understood this well and posed the question to the two young women.
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Hearing Zhou Yunying’s words, Leng Bingbing and Zhang Qingping were overjoyed.
They already knew much about this mentor, whose swordsmanship was nearly unrivaled in the entire Anqing Martial Bureau.
Plus, she was one of the rare female mentors—how could they refuse?
“We would be honored to train under you.”
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Similar scenes unfolded with others as well.
The Hu brothers, Yunzhang and Yunliang, were already trailing behind Mentor Niu Wensheng, heading out from the training ground.
Meanwhile, Qi Lijun, Peng Fei, Liu Qianqian, and others searched for their own mentors.
However, one mentor was feeling quite frustrated.
“Cheng Ren, haven’t you seen that brat Zhang Ze?”
A middle-aged man, sturdy and with short hair, looked very capable.
Cheng Ren trailed right behind him.
Hearing the question, Cheng Ren quickly replied, “Mentor Sun, Zhang Ze and I don’t interact much privately. I haven’t seen him since we left the training ground.”
Sun Qiang sighed in disappointment.
Obviously, this mentor had initially wanted to recruit Zhang Ze as well.
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Near the mentor dormitories was a small training ground.
Such small training spaces were abundant beside the three mentor dormitories.
Every mentor essentially had their own training room.
When Zhang Ze arrived, someone was already waiting inside.
“You were dragged here by her too?”
Looking at the girl beside him, Zhang Ze asked sympathetically.
But the girl looked at him with clear confusion.
“What are you muttering about?”
Woody strode up to them.
Having already experienced Woody’s temper, Zhang Ze obediently fell silent.
“My name is Woody, you both know that.”
“I’m here temporarily to recruit two disciples among this year’s new students.”
He pointed at Zhang Ze and the girl beside him, adding, “Of course, these two disciples are you!”
Zhang Ze interjected, “Mentor Woody, you said you’re only here temporarily to recruit disciples?”
“That’s right.”
“So your information isn’t even in the freshmen mentor handbook?”
“Exactly.”
Zhang Ze perked up and hurriedly asked, “Then what grade martial artist are you?”
“Heh.”
“I’m a peak Grade Six martial artist, with a cellular strength above 9000S. How’s that?”
Zhang Ze couldn’t believe it.
He knew the range for Grade Six cellular strength was broad, roughly between 5000S and 9999S.
But he found it hard to believe Woody could possess such terrifying cellular strength.
After all, Zhang Ze had been training hard for two months and had only reached about 800S.
Woody noticed Zhang Ze’s expression and chuckled coldly. “What? Don’t believe me?”
“No, no,” Zhang Ze replied, surprised by the strength but aware that true masters rarely lied.
They weren’t like him!
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“Enough with your nonsense!”
Woody snapped at Zhang Ze before continuing, “You two should count yourselves lucky to become my disciples.”
“That means you’ll receive more resources over the next four years, allowing your cultivation to improve faster.”
Zhang Ze was unimpressed by these formalities.
Still curious about this sudden mentor, he pressed on, “Mentor Woody, what grade are your graduates?”
“Grade Five.”
“Is that enough?”
Woody showed no patience for Zhang Ze’s attitude.
“Grade Five…” Zhang Ze muttered to himself.
He knew that was already quite good.
Take Ren Fan, for example—a student of the Anqing Martial Bureau who only graduated as a Grade Two after four years.
Although Ren Fan had entered from a regular high school, that was still quite low.
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“And how many students have you taught?”
“Many.”
“How many graduated as Grade Five?”
“One.”
“And the rest? How many graduated as Grade Four?”
“None.”
Woody was tired of Zhang Ze’s questions and bluntly admitted, “I’ve only ever had one graduate.”
Zhang Ze’s eyes widened.
Was the Martial Bureau actually expelling students?
“What about the others?”
He asked casually.
Woody was silent for a moment before bluntly replying, “They’re all dead.”
“What?!”
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“Where’s Zege?”
Qi Qi looked around, frowning.
Leng Bingbing suddenly remembered that Zhang Ze had been taken away by Woody and quickly explained to the others.
“Oh.”
“Let him be taken away then!”
Peng Fei and Qi Qi spoke without a care.
“Don’t you worry about him?”
Leng Bingbing asked anxiously.
Peng Fei snorted and laughed, “Zhang Ze won’t lose out.”
Then he paid no more attention to Zhang Ze’s situation.
With a sly grin, Peng Fei teased Qi Qi, “You’re lucky, man.”
“Ended up under the beautiful mentor Shui Ruoli.”
Qi Qi laughed, “Ah, that’s just because I’m too handsome!”