A Jealous Zhao Jie, Qi and Blood Potions!
Inside the classroom, a pin could be heard dropping.
Dozens of pairs of eyes turned in unison to stare at the small, slender figure.
Doubt, mockery, and schadenfreude mingled in the air.
"Demonstrate it."
Wang Zhen's voice was somewhat deep.
He stared at Chen Fan, a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.
Chen Fan said nothing, his expression as calm as still water.
He walked slowly to the open space in the center of the training ground and came to a stop.
Without another word, he took a deep breath and lowered his body slightly. His relaxed muscles instantly tightened.
"Hah!"
The low shout came not from his throat, but from within, resonating through his chest.
His right fist shot out like an enraged dragon bursting from the sea!
"Bang!"
A faint but clearly audible thud rang out in the air.
The first form!
Wang Zhen's pupils abruptly contracted, and the muscles in his hard-set face twitched.
This was far more than a matter of proper form.
Power surged from the ground, driven by the waist and hips, passing through each joint until it reached the edge of the fist!
That force was contained and concealed, yet brimming with explosive power like a fully drawn bowstring.
And yet, the shock had only just begun.
Chen Fan's steps never faltered. He slid and turned as smoothly as flowing clouds and water, twisting his waist and hips sharply to unleash the second form with the momentum left over from the first punch!
Right after that, the third form!
The fourth form!
Each move flowed flawlessly into the next, without the slightest awkwardness or hesitation.
As he performed the fist technique, the qi and blood in his body surged like a mighty river, giving off a faint warmth through his skin.
Every punch produced a faint explosive pop at the tip of his fist.
"Boom!"
After completing the final form, Chen Fan slowly withdrew his fist, his breathing steady, as though that burst of intense exercise had been nothing more than a warm-up.
Five forms linked together and completed in one flowing sequence!
The entire training ground fell deathly silent.
The top students who had been sneering moments ago now looked as though someone had seized them by the throat. Their mouths hung wide open, and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"H-he fucking learned that from watching it once?"
In a corner, someone sucked in a cold breath, breaking the suffocating silence.
Li Wei swallowed, his face full of shock.
He had only watched it once, and he had actually grasped the basics of the Five Elements Fist just like that??
Even Zhao Jie, standing off to the side, was now looking at Chen Fan with envy written all over his face.
He, Zhao Jie, was the undisputed number one in Grade Four Class One!
His qi and blood stood at 4.2 calories!
For the sake of learning the Five Elements Fist, he had spent a full half month practicing relentlessly. Only after shedding so much sweat and enduring so many scoldings from Wang Zhen had he barely managed to reach the threshold of the basics.
And this Chen Fan!
He had only watched Wang Zhen perform it once, and he had fucking grasped the basics?!
What was more, his movements were smoother than Zhao Jie's, and his force was more concentrated!
What was this supposed to mean?
Why should he get to do that?
The venomous snake of jealousy tore madly at Zhao Jie's heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"This guy..."
Zhao Jie looked at Chen Fan, and the jealousy in his heart brought a thought to mind.
No matter how much of a genius he is, he's still no match for me right now. I have to put him firmly in his place and let him know... who the real number one in Class One is!
Zhao Jie roared inwardly.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Amid the silence, Wang Zhen suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
The frost on his face melted away entirely, replaced by a wild joy he could hardly conceal.
He had long since cast all the words he had prepared to put Chen Fan in his place beyond the ninth heaven.
A genius?
No!
This was a monster! A true monster!
"Chen Fan, well done!"
Wang Zhen strode forward, sparing no praise as he clapped Chen Fan heavily on the shoulder. "You grasped the basics of the Five Elements Fist after watching it once. That comprehension is one of a kind, even in all of East Sea City!"
"Since you've joined Class One, you can naturally enjoy the same benefits as the rest of us!"
Changing the subject, Wang Zhen turned and walked to the lectern, then opened an alloy safe beneath the desk.
He carefully took an exquisite metal cooling box out of it.
When the box opened, a cloud of white mist rose from within.
Inside, dozens of transparent glass tubes were neatly arranged. A pale red liquid flowed within them, giving off an enticing glow.
Wang Zhen picked up a glass tube, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on it.
"A Primary Qi-Blood Potion, specially supplied by Federation Military Industries!"
At those words, the students who had been somewhat dispirited by Chen Fan's display instantly brightened, their breathing growing rapid.
The poor studied literature; the rich practiced martial arts!
Tempering qi and blood consumed the body's foundation more than anything else.
Without sufficient nutrition and resources to replenish it, the harder one trained, the faster one's body would break down.
A single Primary Qi-Blood Potion sold for over a thousand Federation coins on the market. Ordinary families simply couldn't afford it.
That was why so many people wanted to enter Grade Four Class One.
In an elite class like Class One, students could basically get one for free every week.
Over the course of a month... that came to four or five thousand Federation coins.
That was as much as an ordinary person's monthly wages.
"Li Wei."
"Zhao Jie."
Wang Zhen called out names one by one, handing a qi and blood potion to each student.
"Chen Fan."
When he called Chen Fan's name, Wang Zhen's tone softened a little without his noticing.
He handed Chen Fan a potion that gave off a faint chill.
"Take it while practicing the Five Elements Stance, and see how much you can absorb," Wang Zhen instructed.
Chen Fan accepted the potion. The pale red liquid swayed inside the glass tube, as though it contained a vigorous life force.
He could sense that this little potion contained an exceptionally pure energy.
"Thank you, Teacher."
Chen Fan nodded slightly and studied the qi and blood potion in his hand with some curiosity, a trace of anticipation in his eyes.
I wonder how much this one qi and blood potion can increase my qi and blood!
That afternoon, in the Martial Dao Training Hall.
After lunch, Chen Fan took the Primary Qi-Blood Potion out of his schoolbag and pulled out the rubber stopper. A faint, fishy-sweet scent greeted his nose.
Without hesitation, Chen Fan tipped his head back and drank the small tube of pale red liquid in one gulp.
The potion went down his throat like a ball of warm flame.
The flame slid swiftly down his esophagus into his stomach, then burst apart with a boom!
A vast, pure energy surged wildly into Chen Fan's limbs and bones like a flood breaking through a dam.
What potent medicinal power!
Chen Fan's gaze sharpened. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, he immediately assumed the Five Elements Stance.
Using the breathing method of the Five Elements Stance, Chen Fan guided the qi and blood already in his body to meet the violent medicinal power like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey.
His muscles trembled, and his bones made faint grinding sounds.
Chen Fan felt like a shriveled sponge, frantically soaking up water.
An ordinary person who took a qi and blood potion could absorb only thirty percent of its medicinal power, while the remaining seventy percent would be lost through metabolism.
But with Chen Fan's Martial Dao Talent points having reached a terrifying two thousand and more, his absorption rate could reach seventy percent, or even higher!
His formidable talent and perfect Five Elements Stance transformed every last trace of the medicinal power into his own qi and blood.