Battle Maniac

Wu Liang looked thoroughly depressed.

"You're too sneaky, aren't you? So you'd been holding back all along, only bursting out at the end. You made me happy for nothing!"

Wang Teng chuckled. "Who was it that was so confident at the start?"

"Besides, I was only giving you some face, so I let you stay ahead for so long before catching up at the end."

"Heh—I believe in your evil, you rotten old man! You're bad to the bone!" Wu Liang sneered.

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How had he become a rotten old man??

"Enough, enough. You dare lose but not admit it? Just say the word, and I won't make you honor the bet," Wang Teng said helplessly.

"Who says I don't dare admit it? It's just singing 'Conquered.' What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Liang said, craning his neck stubbornly.

"Then sing already! I've waited until the flowers have withered." Wang Teng eyed him sideways.

Wu Liang immediately looked as though he had swallowed a fly, his fat face shifting through all sorts of expressions.

On one side, he could not put aside his pride and could not bring himself to sing. On the other, he did not want people saying he was a sore loser.

His whole face had condensed into two words—torn!

But in the end, he resigned himself to fate. His whole body deflated, and he began to sing in a voice so faint it was nearly inaudible, "Just like this, I was conquered by you..."

"I can't hear you!" Wang Teng cupped a hand to his ear, pretending not to hear.

Wu Liang was half-dead with rage. He took a deep breath and howled:

"Just like this, I was conquered by you..."

"Hahaha!"

The people around them could not help bursting into laughter. This fatty was completely tone-deaf!

But he really was pitiful!

Singing "Conquered" in front of so many people was practically a Life's Blemish.

Wang Teng was pretty black-hearted too, actually messing with someone like this.

Holding back his laughter, Wang Teng waved his hand. "Enough, enough. Stop singing. Your voice will scare children into crying!"

"..." Wu Liang said, "Don't! I still have ten songs to sing!"

"..." This time, Wang Teng was the speechless one.

This fatty was kind of shameless!

"Just like this, I was conquered by you..." Seeing Wang Teng's gloomy expression, Wu Liang became even more enthusiastic.

"Get lost!"

Wang Teng hurriedly ran off. Damn it, that voice was too poisonous!

Though this fatty was rather amusing, he really was a bit too shameless.

Besides, too much was as bad as too little. He could have fun with him slowly later.

Judging by his age, he was about the same age as Wang Teng, yet he was already an Intermediate Martial Disciple. That meant his talent should be fairly good.

Perhaps he might even become a Martial Warrior in the future.

Such a promising fat sheep could be used as a long-term wool-shearing target!

The watching students were also scared away. They discussed it from afar for a while. While marveling at what had happened, their desire to compete was also stirred up, and they all threw themselves into even harder training.

Quite a few Attribute Bubbles had already dropped in the Second Floor training ground.

Wang Teng walked over and picked them up one by one, greeting the others as he did so.

Speed*6

Strength*7

Basic Fist Technique*3

Strength*5

Basic Saber Technique*6

After another wave of soaring attributes, he stopped in front of a student practicing fist techniques and watched for a moment.

When the other person finished practicing and paused to rest,

Wang Teng stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother, how about we exchange a few moves?"

The other person looked somewhat older than Wang Teng, probably in his early twenties.

Hearing Wang Teng's words, he froze for a moment before saying, "You're Wang Teng, right? My name is Zhang Shaoyang."

"I watched your match with Wu Liang just now, and I'm interested in you too. Since you brought it up, let's spar."

"Senior Brother Zhang, please!"

The two stood in an open area, pulling apart to create some distance. Wang Teng made an inviting gesture.

"Then I won't hold back!"

Zhang Shaoyang clenched his fists, stamped his foot, and charged at Wang Teng first.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two immediately clashed. Wang Teng did not use any other combat techniques, relying entirely on his footwork and fist technique to circle around Zhang Shaoyang.

Their fists flew back and forth, violent and wild.

Even when they were hit, their blows landed directly on each other's bodies, fist meeting flesh.

Zhang Shaoyang was rather surprised. He was a muscle man, the sort of man who looked like he would charge head-on without a second thought.

Wang Teng, on the other hand, wore loose athletic clothes, and his muscles were not obvious. From the outside, he looked like an ordinary teenager.

Yet once they really fought, he was unexpectedly just as explosive.

There was not the slightest sense of mismatch!

Moreover, Wang Teng's strength also astonished him. Previously, he had thought Wang Teng merely had good footwork and fast speed. Now, it seemed he had to take back that judgment.

Wang Teng's fist technique was no weaker than his own.

This guy seems like a genius! Zhang Shaoyang thought to himself.

The two had met worthy opponents and were evenly matched. For a time, they fought back and forth, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"Zhang Shaoyang's Basic Fist Technique has already reached Great Success, hasn't it? They've fought for so long, yet Wang Teng still isn't at a disadvantage."

The students in the distance had not thought highly of Wang Teng at first. When they saw him challenge Zhang Shaoyang, they did not pay much attention, thinking it would be settled in two or three punches.

Yet reality exceeded their expectations. The two had already fought for quite some time, but there was still no winner.

"Could Zhang Shaoyang not be using his full strength?" someone asked suspiciously.

"Are you stupid? Looking at Zhang Shaoyang, does he seem like he isn't going all out?" the person beside him said speechlessly.

"Not fighting anymore, not fighting anymore!"

After their exchange sent both of them retreating, Zhang Shaoyang hurriedly waved his hands.

"Why not?" Wang Teng still wanted more.

"Your fist technique and mine are evenly matched. If we keep fighting, we still won't be able to determine a winner. Instead, we'll waste too much energy, and it'll affect an entire day's training," Zhang Shaoyang said.

"Besides, you haven't used the footwork you used against Wu Liang. Otherwise, I would have lost long ago."

"Fine, we'll stop while we're ahead. We can spar again when there's a chance," Wang Teng said.

"Alright. Sparring with you has taught me a great deal!" Zhang Shaoyang nodded.

Wang Teng went to the side to rest and recover some stamina while taking stock of what he had gained from this spar.

Basic Fist Technique*23

Strength*45

Sure enough, everything was exactly as he had guessed. Fighting monsters dropped attributes; the harder the fight, the more they dropped. Especially things like Basic Fist Technique—if they merely trained on their own, they would not drop nearly this much.

"So this is indeed the proper way to use a cheat!"

Wang Teng wandered around the training ground, slowly recovering his stamina while picking up all the attributes that had just dropped.

Half an hour later, he had mostly recovered.

Then he took a sword from the Weapon Room and walked up to a student practicing swordsmanship. "Senior Brother, would you have time to give me some pointers on my sword technique?"

"Sure!" The other person was also straightforward and nodded in agreement.

By this time, more and more students had gathered in the training ground, but only the students who had arrived early knew about the two earlier matches.

"That Wang Teng is challenging someone again. This time, he's actually sparring in swordsmanship!"

A newly arrived student asked in confusion, "What's going on? This student looks unfamiliar. Is he new?"

One of the students immediately explained it to him.

By then, Wang Teng and the other person had already begun fighting. Their longswords clashed, sending sparks flying.

A swordsmanship match was naturally much more dangerous, but both of them knew their limits and would not truly injure the other.

When the match ended, Wang Teng gained another wave of attributes and rested nearby.

Basic Sword Technique*26

Strength*30

An hour later, Wang Teng approached a student practicing saber techniques. Cupping his hands, he said, "Senior Brother, my great saber is already thirsting with hunger. Let's have a match."

"Alright, my great saber has long been unable to hold itself back either!"

The two wore serious expressions. As they stared at each other, electric sparks leaped from their eyes, crackling and popping~

The students around them had already gone numb.

Wu Liang was among them. Looking at those people Wang Teng had challenged, he suddenly felt a little sympathy for them.

Wang Teng was simply a "Battle Maniac." He knew every combat technique, and he could fight anyone to a fifty-fifty draw...

Wasn't he some kind of monster?