Martial Arts Enlightenment is the process by which a formal Martial Artist draws upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to stimulate the spiritual essence within a student.
Through this method, a student's cultivation talent can be detected using instruments.
During the enlightenment process, there is also an extremely small probability of activating a hidden special talent within the student.
Wang Heng was one of these "lucky ones."
His special talent, Clone Talent, was even among the top-tier talents.
A clone not only possesses the same combat power as the main body, but even if a clone is killed, the main body can re-nurture a new clone, making it practically an immortal body.
Among the Martial Artists who currently possess Clone Talent, the most famous is a War God from the International Chamber of Commerce, Ogris.
He often used his clones to self-destruct when fighting enemies, relying on their immortal characteristic, a move that struck fear into countless enemies.
Therefore, when the news of Wang Heng possessing Clone Talent spread, it immediately caused a sensation throughout the school.
Many school leaders came to visit him, and he even became the school's most popular figure for a time.
However, Wang Heng's cultivation talent was only D-level, which undoubtedly cast a shadow over his future.
If not for this, he would have already been exceptionally admitted by the Two Famous Schools, with no need to participate in the college entrance examination.
After all, if one's cultivation talent is too low, even with a clone, it is difficult to unleash its true power.
Ogris's strength lay not only in his clone but also in the fact that he himself was a War God.
As for Wang Heng, with his D-level talent, he could at most reach the level of a Senior Warrior in the future.
A Martial Artist of this level, even with an immortal clone, would find it difficult to pose a threat to War General Level Martial Artists, let alone the high and mighty War God.
"It's not far from breaking through to the Intermediate Apprentice realm..."
Feeling the information emerging in his mind, Wang Heng's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
In the eyes of outsiders, his awakened Clone Talent seemed to only allow him to have one clone.
However, only he knew the true terrifying aspect of this talent.
For every minor realm breakthrough, his number of clones would increase by 10; for every major realm breakthrough, the number of clones would surge by 100!
This was completely different from Ogris's talent, which only allowed for a single clone.
When Wang Heng first received the information in his mind, he was also startled.
At this rate of clone increase, once he became a formal Martial Artist, the number of his clones would reach hundreds or even thousands!
Just imagining the scene of hundreds or thousands of clones cultivating simultaneously was incredibly shocking.
Even if his cultivation talent was only D-level, with so many clones cultivating together, his cultivation speed would soar like a rocket!
Of course, Wang Heng deeply understood the saying, "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."
Therefore, he had never revealed the true secret of his Clone Talent to anyone.
Even to his closest friends, he remained tight-lipped, burying this secret deep in his heart.
"Hoo, hoo!"
Wang Heng swung his fists, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, dripping down his cheeks onto the ground.
However, he was oblivious to it, maintaining a steady rhythm, punching one after another, without the slightest slack.
Only one month remained until the college entrance examination, and time was pressing; he had to break through his current realm as soon as possible.
"Just you wait, one day, I will make everyone look at me with new eyes!" A hint of determination flashed in Wang Heng's eyes, his fist wind whistling, as if to shatter all obstacles.
...
In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky a fiery red.
Students finished their day's cultivation and left the martial arts hall one after another.
In the empty martial arts hall, only Wang Heng remained, still practicing his punches, drenched in sweat. His figure was stretched long by the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing particularly lonely.
"Old Wang, are you going to train extra again?" Zhang Wei walked over, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and admiration.
He was already accustomed to Wang Heng's extra training. Every day after school, Wang Heng would stay behind alone, practicing for an extra hour until the martial arts hall was empty.
"My cultivation talent isn't as good as yours. If I don't train extra, I won't even be able to get into an ordinary martial arts university," Wang Heng said, panting, while swinging his fists.
Although his voice was a bit tired, his tone was full of determination.
Zhang Wei's cultivation talent was C+ level, which was considered upper-tier in their class, and his current punching power had reached 410kg.
The admission line for ordinary martial arts universities was 400kg punching power, and as for cultural subjects, just passing was enough, which was not difficult for them.
"Then I'm leaving. Remember to wait for me for school tomorrow!" Zhang Wei didn't disturb Wang Heng further, waved his hand, and turned to leave.
As the students departed, the martial arts hall became completely silent, with only the whistling of Wang Heng's fists echoing in the empty hall.
Time slowly passed.
An hour later, Wang Heng finally finished his cultivation.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead; the soaked towel looked as if it could be wrung out.
After resting for ten minutes, he walked towards the punching power tester nearby.
"Bang!"
Wang Heng took a deep breath and slammed his fist hard into the target of the tester, emitting a dull thud.
In the quiet martial arts hall, this sound seemed particularly abrupt.
Then, on the screen next to the tester, a number appeared: 397kg!
Immediately after, Wang Heng threw several more punches, and the screen successively displayed: 395kg, 398kg, 393kg!
Each jump of the numbers tugged at Wang Heng's heartstrings.
"I'm very close to Intermediate Apprentice now." Wang Heng looked at the numbers on the screen, a smile blooming on his face, as if the fatigue on his body had lessened considerably.
The Pre-Martial Artist level is divided into three minor realms based on punching power:
Punching power below 400kg is Beginner Apprentice;
Punching power between 400kg and 700kg is Intermediate Apprentice;
Punching power between 700kg and 1000kg is Senior Apprentice.
What Wang Heng looked forward to most was being promoted to Intermediate Apprentice.
Because by then, his number of clones would increase by 10.
With 11 clones, plus his main body, it would be equivalent to 12 people cultivating simultaneously.
By then, his cultivation speed would advance by leaps and bounds, progressing a thousand miles in a day.
"Although my cultivation talent is low, quantitative change can lead to qualitative change. I refuse to believe that I cannot become a strong person! Qin Li, you just wait for me!"
Wang Heng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the effort, and the veins on his arms bulging, as if expressing his inner anger and unwillingness.
Especially Qin Li's remark, "Just because I'm stronger than you!" was like a sharp blade, deeply wounding his self-esteem.
"Qin Li, you're right, this is indeed a world where the strong reign supreme. But there's one thing you said wrong—I, Wang Heng, am definitely not a weakling!"
A blazing fire ignited in Wang Heng's eyes.
It was a yearning for power, and a firm belief in the future.
