55: Handyman disciples are really scary!

Menial Service Yard, Training Room.

"Senior Brother Zhao, defeated?"

Seeing Zhao Yong collapsed on the ground in such a sorry state, everyone was momentarily stunned, frozen in place.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could Senior Brother Zhao lose? This is impossible! This must be fake!"

"Am I seeing things? Is the person lying on the ground actually not Zhao Yong, but Mo Fan?"

"I must have been doing too much manual labor last night to be having such an absurd hallucination!"

"A Body Tempering Seventh Level Martial Artist one-shotting a Xiantian Third Level Martial Artist! That's too absurd! It doesn't feel real at all! I must not have woken up yet!"

"It really is absurd. Even novels wouldn't dare write it like this!"

"Just a moment ago, Xu Jing took out Zhang Tong with one sword strike, and now Mo Fan has floored Senior Brother Zhao with one punch. Since when can Utility Disciples beat up Outer Sect Disciples?"

"Exactly, it's too terrifying. I feel like my understanding of the world is collapsing!"

The crowd of onlookers below the Martial Arts Stage had complex expressions, unable to believe what they were seeing.

However, the facts were right in front of them; no matter how much they refused to believe it, there was no other way.

Even the Utility Disciples with higher cultivation and sharper senses had already felt the power of that punch from Mo Fan.

Although it lasted only a brief moment, they still sensed an aura that was terrifying to the extreme.

One punch detonating like the sun, like the great sun falling.

At that instant, it felt as if space itself were about to collapse.

Although Mo Fan's punch lasted less than a tenth of a breath, it left an indelible impression in their hearts.

"Was that the legendary Vajra Fist he used?"

"Isn't it too strong?!"

"No wonder the ranking of Vajra Fist is above Absolute Shadow!"

"When I go back this time, I will work hard, accumulate merit points, and exchange for Vajra Fist!"

"If I'm lucky enough to master it, I can be invincible just like Mo Fan!"

"I will definitely master it! I am a Utility Disciple! Mo Fan is also a Utility Disciple! If he can master it, I surely can too! At worst, I'll just spend more time on it!"

A burly Utility Disciple's eyes shone with light, fantasizing about a beautiful future.

Seeing Mo Fan use Vajra Fist, he had already decided on his future path.

What he didn't know was that he would spend fifty years practicing it.

Fifty years later, when he was too old to move, lying in bed waiting for death, he would finally realize the truth.

People cannot be compared to one another!

Martial Arts Stage.

"Am I actually this strong?"

Looking at Zhao Yong lying on the ground, Mo Fan scratched his head, feeling a bit bewildered.

He had thought he might be strong, but he hadn't expected to be strong to this degree.

He had originally thought that dealing with Zhao Yong, even if he could win in the end, the process would be very difficult, perhaps even brutal.

Yet he hadn't expected that this guy couldn't even take a single punch from him!

Is he too weak?!

Is it my problem or his?

Could this guy be suffering from excessive indulgence, making him as weak as a dog?

But soon, Mo Fan figured it out.

No matter how weak Zhao Yong was, he was still a Xiantian Third Level Martial Artist; his combat power couldn't be that bad.

So the problem must lie with himself.

"It's the Golden Body Art—"

He realized where the issue lay.

As a Body Tempering method at the level of a Peerless Secret Chapter, the Golden Body Art was simply too strong.

Even though he had only cultivated it to the first level now.

Even though he hadn't even used the Golden Body Art during the fight.

The forging of his body during the cultivation process had made his Physical Body strong to a terrifying degree.

With a peerlessly powerful Physical Body, plus the fierce and domineering Vajra Fist, it was no wonder Zhao Yong was sent flying by a single punch.

"So that's how it is. A Peerless Secret Chapter is worthy of being a Peerless Secret Chapter. It seems I must continue to work even harder to Cultivate the Golden Body Art in the future; this is the Foundation of my strength."

Thinking of this, a look of regret appeared on Mo Fan's face.

"It's a pity I have only mastered the Golden Body Art so far. It would be great if I could master a few more Peerless Secret Chapters, preferably a Cultivation Technique—"

Thinking of this, Mo Fan shook his head.

Finding the Golden Body Art was purely good luck.

Of course, the Appraisal Technique was equally important.

If it weren't for the Appraisal Technique, he would have to be brain-dead to spend several thousand on this piece of junk.

Even influenced by movie tropes, he would have likely chosen the Buddhas Palm back then, not the current Golden Body Art.

"Sure enough, strength and luck are both indispensable—"

Mo Fan sighed.

Luck was meeting the Old Beggar.

Strength was the Appraisal Technique.

While thinking, Mo Fan walked up to Zhao Yong.

At this moment, Zhao Yong had regained consciousness.

Even so, he still lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling with a look of despair.

"Senior Brother, the ground is cold. Shall I help you up?" Mo Fan extended a helping hand.

"Go away, I want Jingjing—" He had lost several teeth, so his speech was whistling and inevitably slurred.

"Uh, Jingjing is my friend. She has social anxiety and doesn't like making friends. Don't you dare have designs on her, or I'll beat you up." Mo Fan raised his fist, which was glowing with golden light.

"Wuwuwu, you bully people—" Zhao Yong's face was covered in tears and snot.

Mo Fan gave him a look of disgust and turned to leave.

"Fine, keep lying there then."

A moment later, Mo Fan walked up to the Outer Sect Disciple in charge of the assessment, Yang Lin.

At this moment, Yang Lin was staring with wide eyes, frozen in place, as if he had lost his soul.

"Deacon Yang, the battle is over. Can you announce the results now?" Mo Fan waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ah? Oh, oh, right, the battle is over. Mo, Mo, huff—"

Yang Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed down for a long while. Finally, he calmed his heart and said in a loud voice, "Zhao Yong is defeated; Mo Fan has passed the Promotion Assessment."

Focusing his attention, he continued, "For this Promotion Assessment, a total of three Utility Disciples have passed: Yu Feifan, Xu Jing, and Mo Fan!"

While speaking, Yang Lin took out jade bottles from his bosom and handed them to the three individuals respectively.

"Inside the jade bottles are twenty Spirit Stones. These are the rewards for this Promotion Assessment, and also your initial cultivation resources after entering the Outer Sect."

Only then did Xu Jing and Yu Feifan come back to their senses and joyfully accepted the jade bottles.

"Many thanks, Deacon Yang!"

Yang Lin waved his hand, then took out three dark green tokens with an ancient style from his bosom and handed them to the three people respectively.

"These are your identity tokens. After the handover procedures are completed, you can hold the tokens to enter the Outer Sect. At that time, someone will arrange everything for you."

Pausing, Yang Lin looked at Mo Fan and Xu Jing and continued, "The two of you have outstanding strength and performed excellently, perfectly defeating the examiners. I will report to the higher-ups to strive for additional benefits for you."

Smiling, Yang Lin continued, "It will take three days to complete the procedures. In other words, the three of you will need to wait until after three days to go to the Outer Sect. During these three days, you can just happen to say goodbye to the Menial Service Yard. Get together with friends you have spent many years with; after all, there will be fewer opportunities to meet in the future. I have other matters to attend to, so I will return to the Outer Sect first. You may all disperse."

Waving his hand, Yang Lin turned and left.

His steps were somewhat hurried; he didn't even bother with Zhao Yong, who was lying on the ground, or Zhang Tong, who was still unconscious.

There was no help for it; the Menial Service Yard had produced two such Prodigy Disciples that must be reported as soon as possible!

Watching Yang Lin's back disappear into the training room, Mo Fan turned around and looked at Xu Jing, who was still somewhat bewildered: "Let's go, time to go back to work."

"Okay, okay..." Xu Jing nodded.

However, soon, she was stunned and quickly shook her head.

"Hmm?" Mo Fan looked at her suspiciously.

"Promotion Assessment, passed, no need to work..." Xu Jing said.

Mo Fan laughed: "So that's it. That's pretty good; the time for cultivation has increased again."

Xu Jing: ! ! ! ∑(Дノ)ノ You are too hardworking!

At the same time.

A woman with a tall figure, delicate and beautiful facial features, her good figure concealed by a loose round-neck knit sweater, her slender legs wrapped in blue tight jeans, dressed like an urban beauty, appeared in front of the mountain gate of Yuxu Academy.

It was Mo Yingying.

She found the guard, stated her purpose, and showed the ancient-style trial token.

The moment the guard saw the token, his expression changed drastically.

He quickly put down his work and led Mo Yingying toward the Assessment Hall.