Martial Arts Universities Are Not Schools!

The next day was a rest day for the new students.

The entire Magic City Martial Arts University seemed to quiet down.

In the morning, after Fang Ping completed his daily training, he finished his breakfast and prepared to head toward the teachers' dormitories.

The moment he left the cafeteria, Fang Ping's eyebrows raised slightly.

…

Qin Fengqing, who was standing outside the cafeteria, had a mischievous expression on his face. He folded his arms and smiled. "Junior, it seems our fates are entangled."

"Senior Qin."

"When I saw you then, I only knew that your Vitality wasn't weak and that you had successfully twice-honed. I didn't think you were already thrice-honed. I couldn't tell."

"You're teasing me, Senior Qin. I only managed the thrice-honing a few days ago."

"So that's how it is. And I thought my vision was really bad."