Regret, One Punch

At this moment, Zhou Yibai truly felt that his cousin was worse off than himself.

Although his family had always lived at an ordinary household's standard, he had excellent grades and was decent enough as a person, aside from his tendency to show off his superiority.

At least he wasn't like Zhou Shenghao, always so blatantly dividing people into tiers, appearing to have a wide social circle all day, yet looking down on others with a dog's eye, and even misjudging them to boot!

He felt that if it weren't for Zhou Shenghao's instigation, he definitely wouldn't have sat by and let Li Xijun leave alone.

The two of them could at least be considered ordinary friends who had shared a meal.

It was all his cousin's and that Liu Yunmeng's fault that he ended up in this awkward situation.

But everything was already too late. Zhou Yibai was fully aware of how poorly he had performed earlier.

So, After experiencing feelings of shame, embarrassment, and regret, He naturally turned them into a dark desire to defeat and injure Li Xijun, even break his limbs, making him rest for a few days and delay his training.

Of course, on the surface, Zhou Yibai still forced a smile and said:

"Brother Li, your progress is really impressive, but when we actually fight, I'm going to go all out."

"Mm, I also want to test what level my current strength is at."

Li Xijun paid no attention to Zhou Yibai's inner thoughts, merely responding with a calm expression.

In his view, at the start of the semester, he was ranked over two hundred and fortieth, while Zhou Yibai was around one hundred and fifty or sixty, the level of a gatekeeper at the original Martial Arts University.

If he could easily defeat him, it would perfectly verify the progress he had made these past few days.

But this attitude struck Zhou Yibai as somewhat jarring and familiar.

At noon in the private room, he had seen it very clearly—Su Nianyi had looked at Zhou Shenghao and Liu Yunmeng with that same indifferent expression, as if they were nothing more than inconspicuous pebbles by the roadside.

"Then let's begin!"

Zhou Yibai said nothing more and stopped overthinking. Taking a deep breath, he focused his attention, spread his stance, and in a flash, shot over to Li Xijun's left side.

His right fist clenched, aimed at Li Xijun's head, and with a "bang," he punched out simultaneously!

Just from the sound alone, it was clear that this punch was close to reaching the minor success of the True Martial Killing Move: Sky-Reaching Hammer.

Considering Zhou Yibai's blood energy at level 6 with a 300-kilogram punch force, there really weren't many in the class who dared to take this punch head-on.

In that instant, Li Xijun's irises slightly dilated, a galaxy swirling within them, and everything before him slowed down by nearly thirty percent.

The Sky-Reaching Hammer, which had seemed like a wind-cutting punch, now had a very obvious trajectory in his eyes. Li Xijun merely shifted his foot, letting the powerful punch brush past his ear.

"Ohhh!"

The observing students outside the ring didn't notice anything unusual; they just thought Li Xijun's footwork was cool, like something out of a TV drama.

But Zhang Haifeng, the referee of the ring match, and Ye Liuyun, who had always been gentle and smiling under the ring, both widened their eyes in unison.

The former recalled that possibility again.

The latter seemed to realize something, showing a hint of surprise and envy.

Immersed in the fight, Zhou Yibai didn't hesitate. He closed in again without a second thought, his right elbow sharp as a spear, thrusting straight at Li Xijun's chest like a short spear.

As Li Xijun easily sidestepped to dodge, Zhou Yibai, as if premeditated, swung his arm with a "crack" like the snap of a whip, smashing it toward the joint of Li Xijun's arm.

This sudden change drew exclamations of surprise from many.

Zhang Haifeng, with years of teaching experience, understood it clearly.

This was a technique from the New Style Xingyi Fist after the Great Cataclysm, called the 'Turning Ring Crushing Fist.'

Under the Federation's College Entrance Exam system, the New Style Xingyi Fist, Baji Fist, and Bagua Palm were very popular among wealthy children and students from martial artist families.

First, these boxing styles had already formed complete systems, and their teaching and practice were no worse than the 'True Martial Thirty-Six Forms.'

Second, these boxing styles were originally ancient martial arts that transformed from spear to fist and from blade to palm. After reaching a score of 300, they could easily transition to weapons like swords, knives, and spears to quickly improve weapon technique scores.

After all, before the External Scene, armed and unarmed combat were always two different levels.

To score higher on weapon techniques in the College Entrance Exam, it was generally accepted that students needed to advance to weapon training after reaching a fist technique score of over 300.

Being able to train the New Style Xingyi Fist to this level in such a short time showed that Zhou Yibai, as a gatekeeper among the top ranks of his grade, had decent talent.

But such a clever strike was completely clear to Li Xijun, who was in 'Bullet Time.'

'At the Divine Refining Aperture Opening Realm, I'm too overpowered in this level of actual combat.'

Almost toying with his opponent, Li Xijun easily sidestepped Zhou Yibai's Xingyi Fist and stopped testing his own strength.

The next moment, he stepped forward with the momentum of a fierce tiger descending the mountain, and without hesitation, threw a full-force punch.

"Boom!"

As the thunderous sound exploded on the flat ground, everyone's body trembled, realizing what was happening.

But Li Xijun's Sky-Reaching Hammer had already reached the level Zhang Haifeng had demonstrated earlier.

When everyone was startled by the sound of air tearing like thunder, This punch, carrying the full force of his entire body, had already landed on Zhou Yibai's chest, sending him flying in a parabolic arc, crashing into the countless specially cushioned barriers of the octagonal cage-like ring.

From the way he lay motionless after hitting the ground, he had clearly fallen unconscious.

Extremely satisfied, Zhang Haifeng paid no mind to Zhou Yibai, who was no longer in his class, and waved his hand, telling the students to carry him to the infirmary and put him in a Recovery Pod.

The students in the class, however, were already staring in stunned disbelief.

As cultivators of the "True Martial Thirty-Six Forms," they never imagined that Li Xijun could have mastered the True Martial Killing Move: Sky-Reaching Hammer to such a high degree in such a short time.

Many couldn't help whispering among themselves until Zhang Haifeng's face darkened, and only then did someone step up to help carry Zhou Yibai away.

Seeing this, he lost the desire to sum up and lecture the students in his class, and said irritably:

"Alright, most of you performed well today. Class is dismissed early."

After saying this, Zhang Haifeng turned his gaze to Li Xijun, and his tone of voice became gentle and pleasant:

"Student Li Xijun, your performance today was excellent, truly excellent!"

"Come directly to my Private Martial Arts Room."

"I'll teach you the next True Martial Killing Move."

With that, he took the lead and left with Li Xijun.

After all, the earlier investment was just a small, uncertain gamble—giving out a Blood Essence Potion in front of the whole class was fine.

This time, if he was going to increase the investment, it was naturally best to do it in private.