Combat Emperor: Zhang Yu's Journey
Chapters... 44: First Training
Next day. After being warned by Meng Hua to come to the field early in the morning, not a single one dared to come late.
All the new disciples including Zhang Yu were lined up like yesterday while waiting for Meng Hua to come.
"Thankfully, we are not late. If it's too late, I don't know what Senior Meng Hua will do later." Wu Zetian continued to take deep breaths while stroking his chest. He glanced at Zhang Yu who looked calm.
It's strange! He came last, but he was not afraid of being late.
"Because you've gathered. I'll start the exercise immediately." Meng Hua came up with her special tough character. The twenty-five-year-old woman took out dozens of large jugs and arranged them in front of the line.
"All take one!"
As soon as his voice rumbles. One by one take the jug and then return to their respective ranks. But when Zhang Yu took the jug, Meng Hua took the initiative.
No doubt this attitude of attention makes jealousy. Not only the new students, but also the old disciples who were training around.
"Who is the new student? How dare he approach Senior Meng Hua! This can't be allowed!"
Zhang Yu did not know what was happening. But all eyes seemed to be staring at him as an enemy. Even Wu Zetian, this man now showed an envious look to him.
"Zhang Yu, wasn't your relationship with Senior Meng Hua so bad last night? Why is he so attentive? Did something happen between you?" Wu Zetian leaned in with a question when Zhang Yu had just returned to his place.
"No. Nothing happened."
Now Zhang Yu knew why they were staring at him with hostile gazes. It was because of Meng Hua.
But Zhang Yu himself did not know why Meng Hua was acting that way either. Wasn't yesterday still hostile to him? Even to warn him. Is he up to something?
"Look! In this first exercise you should place the jug over your head. I'll fill it with water, then you'll stand on one leg." Meng Hua called out to some disciples who were training around to help.
"Oh yeah, one more. It is not allowed to use Qi. Just physical strength."
When he heard this condition, the new disciple who was originally confident immediately went limp for a moment. They were abuzz with protests to Meng Hua.
"Senior Meng Hua, isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"
"Yes. It's exaggerated! Every cultivator was endowed with Qi to be utilized. Not using it is tantamount to wasting ability."
Meng Hua only smiled coldly in response to their protest. "Nobody forced you to endure. No one is forcing you to follow this exercise. If you feel inadequate, you can go home. The Imperial Academy is not a place to complain."
Eghh...
Going home?
They had already passed a very strict selection by getting rid of over a thousand competitors. It's not easy to get in here. So giving up is not an option in their heads.
Seeing that no one was protesting anymore, Meng Hua asked the new disciple to place the jug over his head while raising one leg.
When it was finished Meng Hua changed over asking the disciples who had gathered to fill the water in the jug.
Zhang Yu had the confidence since his physique was already trained. The days in the skull valley other than cultivating his teacher were not uncommon to ask him to hunt without using Qi and rely only on his bare hands.
Just hold the jug filled with water. It won't be hard.
"Senior Meng Hua, until when should we hold this pitcher?" ask a young man from the line. His flattened body continued to sway as it held the weight while maintaining balance.
Meng Hua glanced in several directions. Slowly began to swing his legs and stand in front of Zhang Yu. "You must endure until the sky turns dark."
"What-what?!"
Meng Hua's reply made the field go silent for a while. Fifty disciples complained simultaneously, they wanted to ask for leniency. But when remembering the words of Meng Hua some time ago, one by one finally resigned to accept the verdict.
Meng Hua was still standing in front of Zhang Yu. The smile on his face looks strange. "Hopefully lucky."
Suddenly he said that and left. No one knows the motive. Zhang Yu was unconcerned and focused only on his activities. But not for long something happened to the jug above his head.
"What the fuck?! Why is the jug getting heavier?"
Zhang Yu who was only resting on his right leg almost lost his balance when he felt the jug become twice as heavy. Luckily he was still able to hold on despite a few drops of water leaping out of the jug.
"Zhang Yu, are you okay?" ask Wu Zetian.
"I'm doing fine. But do you feel the jug above you getting heavier?"
Hearing this question Wu Zetian shook his head in confusion. "of course. Since filled with water his jug feels heavier."
Since the water filled? Zhang Yu knew that. But here is not discussing when filled with water.
Just new. Truly just now the jug above his head felt heavier than before.
Zhang Yu circulated a glance around and looked at the dozens of other new disciples. Seeing those who were calm did not protest much already explained if this only happened to him.
But how can ....
Together with that Meng Hua's sentence flashed in her head. "Good luck"
Moreover, his smile was as strange as one who had a certain plan. Then this jug was also chosen by him.
Zhang Yu's eyes opened perfectly when stringing this incident together. It's all clear. Meng Hua, that woman was deliberately oppressing people by taking advantage of her power!
"Zhang Yu, you look fine. Are you not strong anymore?" Wu Zetian asked as usual. But his gaze looked mocking.
"I'm fine," Zhang Yu replied flatly.
Recalling because Meng Hua deliberately made it difficult for him. He won't just give up. Isn't it just until the sky turns dark? That's not a problem!
Wu Zetian looked at the uncharacteristic Zhang Yu. I don't know why he was afraid to look into his eyes.
"What level is he on now?" inner Wu Zetian was curious. He himself was at the level of a five-star expert. It was not the strongest in the new disciple force. But he still entered the top ten.
As Zhang Yu was, looking from an obvious age he was younger than her. But somehow he felt that Zhang Yu was stronger than him.
Is he perhaps stronger than himself?