The Combat King glanced at the newly admitted brats. They had all kinds of skins and colors, and all of them had different origins. Perhaps even their ancestors didn't think that the future would be such, changing and combining to form a Global Ethnicity.
He opened his mouth and spoke, and his loud and fierce voice made the kids standing at the front shiver a little.
"I won't be wasting your time and speak to the point. You are almost a hundred students, but I doubt that even twenty would achieve the second level and become a Martial Warrior! I know that many of you think that by being a Martial Artist gives you a shortcut to getting your desired job, and you are not wrong to think so."
"However, if you think that you really have to make a career in Martial Arts, you can sign up for the Rapid Foundation Training Program after one week for free. But let me warn you! Once you enroll, you have to strictly follow the rules, or else you'll be immediately kicked out!"
After explaining a few more things, the instructor explained them how to warm up and do stretching exercises. This was followed by some light exercises, then by ten laps at a medium speed, followed by strenuous exercises.
The sun rose up in the sky and it was almost ten o'clock. The brats dragged their exhausted bodies and went into another fight at the dorms for the bathrooms.
Param and his dorm-mates eat at the cafeteria and rushed back to their rooms. Signing up for Martial Arts meant that you'd mostly have to self-learn your subjects, and have to give exams externally. Thus these kids couldn't afford to waste their time.
Of course, this enthusiasm lasted only for the first few days.
It was the fourth day, and Param and his gang was still getting used to the Martial Club.
The morning rays shone upon the running track, and four teenagers were arguing over something while warming up at some distance near it.
"Look at that ass! So bouncy wouncy!" This was said by a bookish looking boy with spectacles.
"Bah! What ass? Look at that one, the one in pigtails. Her breasts should be at least a D cup." A simple faced muscle brained teenager spouted some nonsense here.
"The one with ash blonde hair looks quite nice." This was the most decent comment among the three made by a fierce looking guy.
Param's face twitched as he listened to these comments made by his dorm-mates as he stretched his body. If the girls practicing on the track knew what these guys were talking about, they'd surely beat them until their faces were swelling like pigs!
However he couldn't help but agree with them. These female martial artists were indeed fairy-like, with the right curves at the right places. Furthermore, during the Global Civil War Era all the ethnicities of the world mixed and merged, gradually forming a Global Ethnicity and a Global Language.
With such a large exchange between genes, it was a given that the kids would be good looking!
The ones running majorly belonged to the new batch of students, which included Param and his gang. After they finished their stretching, the four boys entered the racing track and started running.
At this moment Param noticed that although his dorm-mates liked to fool around, they'd turn serious when it came to things that mattered.
The four ran at a constant pace, with their movements almost in sync with each other. After a few rounds their faces became wet with sweat, and their breathing became long and deep. But they still held on, and completed another five rounds. It was a pleasant sight, and their batch-mates who were watching them along the sidelines were impressed by their determination.
What a bunch of hardworking colleagues!
However, one of them furrowed his brows as he looked at the four running with their pale faces.
Are these guys really that determined?
Unknown to them, a conversation was taking place among the four dorm-mates.
"Damn! How long do we have to run after them?" Joy Nice asked while having labored breaths. His face looked like an asthma patient suffering from an attack.
"Shut up and run! If we show our weak side, how are we supposed to impress those girls?" the simple faced Surya Guna said as he stared at the girls running at the front.
"Uhh!" the third guy, Aaron Stone was so out of breath that he couldn't even speak, and his innately fierce face which was trying to show a painful expression looked quite comic.
"Damn! Why do I have to accompany you guys?" Param exclaimed softly as he hit Surya Guna with his elbow.
They had been running for almost forty minutes, and the girls in front of them showed no signs of stopping. However, unlike them their breaths were easy and controlled, as if running such a distance was not a big deal for them.
A few minutes later the girls finally stopped, and the four boys rejoiced inside. Of course, they didn't show it on their faces and acted as if they were still dissatisfied that the running track was short.
Suddenly one of the girls among them walked towards them and stood in front of them. Param was surprised and the other three guys felt butterflies in their hearts.
The girl looked at them in disdain and opened her mouth.
"If you keep practicing like that, you would never improve your physique. We are level two Martial Warriors, so we don't have a problem running for this distance. As for you four… "
Param's eyebrows twitched as he stared viciously at his dorm-mates, while the three had their jaws dropped.
This was a high class beauty!
After making her juniors embarrassed, the senior female martial artist swaggered and left the scene.
"You guys…" Param said with a dark face and deep voice. Hearing that, the three immediately shivered in fright. Sparing no mercy, he jumped onto them like a tiger.
"DIE!!!"