I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1335 1339: Care to Spar for Two Moves?

"What should we do?"
A group of Saints began whispering to each other. This Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School wasn't as simple as they imagined. Just the Alchemy Technique alone put them far behind, especially with that cauldron that could refine elixirs, giving a whole new definition to the industry.
"How should I know what to do?"
"Don't forget the reason we came here! We're here to sanction them, not to sightsee!"
"Sanction? Ten thousand students, ten thousand Saint-level Warcrafts, almost half of the Holy Beasts on Stigma Continent are in their school. Who's going to sanction them, you or me?"
"Then what should we do? Just let them trample all over us?"
"It's not that bad!" someone said. "Currently, their Warcrafts are at most Level One Holy Beasts. Our academies can still gather a few Three Realm Saints and Peak Saints. Beneath peak power, numbers don't mean anything!"
"Fine, even so, what about their headmaster's demigod-level Warcraft? None of our academies have a demigod Martial Artist. Even if we did, that was from the founders' time."
"Hahaha, just the words of a brat. He says they have one, and it's true?" A Saint sneered. "Besides, with so many students, it's unlikely each has a Saint-level Warcraft. Otherwise, why would they bother attacking us as keyboard warriors online? Wouldn't it be easier just to crush us directly?"
"Right!" Several people slapped their thighs. Seeing is believing; hearing is not. They were only listening to Niu Xiaoxia's side of the story.
"Then what should we do? Better err on the side of caution."
"I agree, so we should learn more about the school first. That way, we can devise better strategic plans when we go back."
"Makes sense!"
"Indeed, let's do that. I have no objections!"
"Good!"
...
"Kids, can you show us more classrooms?"
"Of course," Niu Xiaoxia said. "Why don't we check out the P.E. class?"
Everyone's eyes lit up. Earlier, just the morning activities had astounded them. Now, going to see a P.E. class, the true test of physical fitness, who knows, they might even meet some more teachers from Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School.
The school gymnasium was enormous, almost endless to the naked eye, with two formations assembling.
Each formation had about 50 people, with a teacher maintaining order.
"Are these your P.E. teachers?" In the Saints' perception, those who seemed like P.E. teachers were pitifully weak, barely even in the Body Refining Realm, hardly worth mentioning in comparison.
"Yes, this is Teacher Sun, and this is Teacher Bei. Teacher Bei was once a Prince of their kingdom, you know!"
"Your P.E. teachers don't even have the physical prowess of your students. How can they teach?"
"That's not necessarily true!" another Saint chimed in. "Sometimes, those who know nothing have a tremendous theoretical understanding. Believe it or not, our past founder said his Martial Dao mentor was a butcher who could barely move, but that butcher made him the Stigma Continent's number one saber wielder!"
"Can't rule it out!" another Saint nodded. "What are they about to do now?"
"Oh, Teacher Bei has a short temper. Even though his Gift is better than Teacher Sun's, he's always one step below him in rank, always playing second fiddle. He challenges Teacher Sun every now and then, and today should be a basketball game."
"Basketball?"
"Oh, our headmaster says it's a sport invented by a creature called 'chicken' on their planet, with two secret basketball techniques: singing and rapping."
"In such a small space? That sounds intense!"
"Yeah!"
Each class fielded five players, kicking off a high-energy basketball game.
The score was neck and neck: a three-pointer from one side, a slam dunk from the other. Watching the NBA is just for fun, learning techniques from Basketball Hero, but for a truly exciting match, the Ritian International Culture and Martial Arts School is the place to be.
"This seems boring."
"Yeah, do you have any combat-related classes? We're interested in seeing those."
"Sure, I can take you there!"
As they turned, they heard the referee's whistle declaring the game's end. Teacher Sun's class triumphed over Teacher Vegeta's class by a slim margin, 547:545.
"Hahaha, Vegeta, our class's students are still better, huh?" Sun Wukong laughed.
"Hmph! So what? It's just child's play. Want to face me one-on-one?"
"Bring it on, just what I need since I've been exercising less lately!"
"Everyone, clear the way! It's just the two of us now, first to 500 points wins!"
"Deal!"
In an instant, the two teachers launched into a frenzy of attacks. They moved so fast that their speed surpassed even the Saints' visual limits. All they could see was the changing score, but the court seemed empty.
However, they knew very well that no one had vanished; it was simply because they were too fast!
"Isn't this the Body Refining realm? Why are they moving so fast?"
"Impossible. Their aura hasn't changed a bit. This kind of speed is definitely at the Saint level and even close to Three Realm Saints!"
In less than 2 minutes, the score hit 480:479. Both suddenly stopped, faces serious.
"Vegeta, I'm leading you by one point now!"
"Kakarot, don't get cocky. Just one point, I'll surpass you in no time!"
"Boom!" Vegeta erupted with powerful energy, his hair turning gold, electricity arcing. His realm instantly increased to Peak Saint!
"Hahaha, time to get serious!" Sun Wukong closed his eyes, his hair turning red, his aura vast and deity-like!
"No way, Kakarot! You're cheating; the headmaster restored more of your power. You can only use Super Saiyan Phase Two against us!"
"Alright, alright!" Sun's aura weakened gradually, transforming into the same golden-haired, electric state as Bei's.
But in those few seconds, the Saints from the school were already astonished.
Did you guys feel that? That Teacher Sun..."
"You felt it too? I thought I imagined it."
"These two are terrifying. We can't compete with them.
"Even at their current level, they should be at Three Realm Saints now, right?"
Two lightning flashes intertwined once more. It's uncertain what kind of basketball could withstand such force, but Sun managed to score before the game ended.
"Teacher Sun is amazing!" Niu Xiaoxia clapped.
"Hmph!" Teacher Begira scowled, directing all his frustration at his students. "500 times gravity, 20,000 push-ups and sit-ups this lesson!"
"Niu Xiaoxia, who are these people?" Vegeta inquired after arranging orders for the students.
"Oh, they're guests the headmaster asked me to entertain."
"Guests?" Begira smirked. "Since they're guests, we shouldn't be too cold. Do you like basketball? How about a few rounds?"