Taking the Fatty for a Walk

Taking the Fatty for a Walk~

There were quite a few students training on the Second Floor of the training building as well.

Wang Teng swept his gaze around, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he spotted a familiar figure.

A nimble fatty!

He was currently sprinting wildly along the track.

The guy had actually advanced to an Intermediate Martial Disciple too. No wonder Wang Teng hadn't seen him on the first floor at all yesterday—he had come to the Second Floor.

"Morning, Fatty!"

Wang Teng greeted him as though they were old acquaintances.

Hearing the voice, the fatty turned around, and his expression instantly changed. "Why is it this guy?!"

Pretending not to see Wang Teng, he didn't reply at all and ran even faster.

Watching him run without the slightest clue that Attribute Bubbles were dropping right behind him, Wang Teng inwardly delighted.

He used Basic Footwork and followed behind the fatty, running while picking up attributes.

Speed*6

Speed*7

Basic Footwork*3

Speed*6

...

"Now that he's become an Intermediate Martial Disciple, this fatty is dropping more attribute points. So the stronger someone is, the more attribute points they drop."

Wang Teng mused to himself.

If that was really the case, then he would definitely pick up more attributes on the Second Floor than on the first floor!

After all, everyone here was an Intermediate Martial Disciple.

At this rate, he believed it wouldn't take long for him to advance to an Advanced Martial Apprentice, bringing him one step closer to becoming an official martial warrior.

"Why are you like dog-skin plaster, always sticking to me? Are you ever going to stop?"

The fatty's indignant voice ahead pulled Wang Teng back from his thoughts.

"Hehe, what's the fun in training alone? How about we compete? Ten laps, and whoever finishes in less time wins. What do you say? Are you in?" Wang Teng said.

The fatty was about to refuse, but his eyes shifted as he said, "If you lose, stay away from me and let me train by myself."

"Fine!"

Wang Teng agreed, then added, "What if you lose?"

"What a joke. How could I possibly lose?" the fatty said disdainfully.

"Confidence is a good thing, but since you brought up a condition, I naturally have one too. A competition is about fairness, isn't it?" Wang Teng said.

"Then what do you want?" the fatty asked with a frown.

"Simple. If you lose, sing 'Conquer' in front of everyone. How about it?" Wang Teng said.

"Sure. As long as you can win, I'll sing whatever you want. Never mind one song called 'Conquer'—ten songs would be no problem." The fatty patted his chest and agreed.

Wang Teng secretly laughed. Ten songs? You'll have plenty of time to cry later.

"There's a timer over there. I'll find someone to time us."

As he spoke, the fatty walked to the side and said a few words to a student who was training, asking him to help keep time.

The student nodded and followed the fatty over to the edge of the track.

"Get ready. Once I shout start, you can run," the student said, standing beside the timer.

The two nodded.

The fatty began warming up, shaking his legs to loosen his muscles.

But all that happened was that his fat jiggled wildly.

Seeing that the two were about to compete, the other students gathered around to watch from beside the track.

When they saw the fatty's wobbling flesh, they burst into laughter.

"This fatty is so fat, yet he's learning footwork and training speed. What on earth is he thinking?"

"But don't underestimate him. This fatty has some skill—when he runs, he's practically faster than a rabbit."

Listening to the discussions around him, the fatty couldn't help revealing a smug look.

He shot Wang Teng a provocative glance and stood ramrod straight where he was, not even bothering to take a starting stance.

Wang Teng smiled and remained standing still as well. Casually, he asked, "Fatty, what's your name?"

"My name is Wu Liang!" The fatty pointed at his own nose.

"Remember that name well, so you won't even know who you lost to later."

Then he asked, "What about you?"

"Wang Teng. Remember to sing 'Conquer' if you lose!" Wang Teng said with a smile.

"Tch!" Wu Liang rolled his eyes disdainfully.

A sudden shout came from the side.

"Ready... run!"

Though Wang Teng and the fatty had been talking, the instant that shout rang out, both of them shot forward at the same time.

The people nearby changed expressions slightly.

Both were extremely fast, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

They maintained their high speed, not conserving their strength just because they had to run ten laps and saving it for a final sprint.

This was a timed race. What they were competing over was time.

Besides, martial artists had abundant stamina. Ten laps were child's play.

Though Wu Liang was very fat, he was not slow in the slightest. On the contrary, he was even faster than everyone present.

There were very few people who had trained footwork and speed to his level.

That was why the watching students had been so startled just now.

Worthy of being Wind-like Fatty.

Many people sighed inwardly.

And when they looked at Wang Teng, their expressions were equally astonished.

They already knew about the fatty, so even if they were surprised, they could quickly accept it. But Wang Teng was an unfamiliar face, most likely someone who had only recently become an Intermediate Martial Disciple.

Yet this newly promoted Intermediate Martial Disciple could run neck and neck with Wu Liang. That was truly remarkable.

Wait, Wu Liang also seemed to have only recently become an Intermediate Martial Disciple!

He had only come up to the Second Floor yesterday.

So these two were both fresh-faced newcomers!

Were newcomers these days all this fierce?

Were they going to leave any room for old hands like them to survive?

The waves behind the Yangtze River drove the waves before them onward; the earlier waves died upon the beach.

A bleak air suddenly spread among several Intermediate Martial Disciples.

"This newcomer is still a little inferior to Wu Liang," someone commented.

"Hard to say. Although he's been trailing behind the whole time, he's been hanging tightly onto the fatty's tail. Haven't you noticed? The distance between them has never exceeded twenty meters."

"Huh, I really didn't notice until you said so!"

Those people looked at Wang Teng behind them in surprise. Upon closer inspection, he didn't look strained at all.

Wang Teng truly wasn't going all out. The main reason he stayed behind Wu Liang was to pick up attributes.

Moreover, the competition itself was meant to make Wu Liang drop more attributes.

He had more or less figured out some of the uses of his cheat.

To make these "little monsters" drop more attributes, he had to make them train harder, or...

Hit them directly. The harder he hit them, perhaps the more they would drop!

That latter possibility had been inspired by the Sinister Youth last night, though it still needed to be verified.

After all, he couldn't just pick a random person and beat them up.

In order to shake off Wang Teng, Wu Liang ran exceptionally hard in this competition. As expected, he dropped an enormous number of attributes, practically shedding them all the way.

Basic Footwork*2

Speed*5

Speed*6

Basic Footwork*4

Speed*7

...

Wang Teng felt as though he were playing Temple Run, with each Attribute Bubble like a gold coin.

It was as if a series of cheerful ding-dings were ringing beside his ears.

As he ran and picked up attributes, his own attributes kept increasing. Not only did he not feel tired, he became more and more energized.

That was what gave him the confidence to compete with the fatty.

I'm cheating. If I still lost, I'd be too ashamed to show my face.

When the watching students saw the faint smile on Wang Teng's lips, their expressions immediately turned strange.

This guy was completely taking a dog for a walk... no, taking a fatty for a walk!

All he lacked was a leash.

Wu Liang noticed nothing unusual. Seeing that Wang Teng had remained behind him, he looked back and laughed. "Kid, I told you long ago that you weren't my match, but you insisted on asking for a beating!"

Whoosh~

The moment his words fell, a figure flashed past him.

The smile on the fatty's face instantly froze.

His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and after a long while, he managed to spit out one word.

"Damn!"

A minor revision to the novel's description; it doesn't affect reading!