Wild Bull Technique

Complaints were complaints, but seniors had the awareness expected of seniors. The students could only drag themselves to their feet.

Someone slipped a Chinese test paper into his pocket.

After cultivation, he could secretly enjoy himself for a bit.

"Move, move, move! Pick up the pace!"

With his hands behind his back, Zuo Haoran barked orders with considerable authority.

In this era, class monitors held considerable power. They had to assist teachers with all sorts of management duties.

"I really can't stand that guy putting on airs."

As he lined up, Chu Feixiong curled his lip. "Zuo Haoran is too shameless. His strength reached Rocket Class standards long ago, yet he insists on staying in our regular class as monitor. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Meng Chao asked.

Having returned from the nightmare, his memories were a mess, and many things were still hazy.

"The school has rules. Being class monitor takes up students' time and energy, so the school gives them some cultivation resources as compensation. It's an unspoken rule. And Zuo Haoran's uncle is the dean of students, Big Macaque. Of course he makes sure his own nephew is taken care of from head to toe."

The more Chu Feixiong spoke, the angrier he became. "That guy's family runs a big company, and he has the dean of students' connections. He lacks neither Gene Serum nor monster materials, yet he still comes to a regular class to be monitor and snatch resources from poor guys like us. There's simply no justice!"

Meng Chao remembered now. That had indeed happened.

After he was injured in his second year, Chu Feixiong's strength had ranked second in the class, behind only Zuo Haoran.

If the dean of students had not opened the back door for him, Zuo Haoran would definitely have gone to the Rocket Class.

In Class 6, Chu Feixiong would have had a strong chance of becoming class monitor, obtaining more resources, and having a better shot at getting into Military Academy.

No wonder he was unhappy.

"You two in the back, what are you whispering about? Stop wasting everyone's time!" Hearing their muttering, Zuo Haoran berated them without mercy.

Chu Feixiong's brows twisted as he prepared to step forward, but Meng Chao stopped him.

"Cultivate first. The days ahead are long!"

The Cultivation Center was a fifteen-story building.

It contained more than forty Cultivation Rooms, recovery rooms, and medical rooms of different functions. Its scale was five times that of the teaching building.

The air was filled with the scorching heat of youth, making one's blood boil the moment one entered.

This was a self-study period, managed by the class monitor. No teacher was present.

At Zuo Haoran's command, the students rushed toward the various training equipment.

The clashing of barbells, the low roars of exertion, the whooshing of punches and whip kicks tearing through the air, and the heavy bang bang of fists slamming into sandbags formed a passionate anthem of struggle.

The familiar yet unfamiliar scene filled Meng Chao with endless emotion.

When Earthlings discovered that the Otherworld's super-energy, Spiritual Energy, could be drawn into the body to bombard cells and unlock genes—

Ancient cultivation was endowed with entirely new meaning.

Yet "poor scholars, rich warriors" remained a truth that held true everywhere under heaven.

The milk powder that the children of wealthy families drank from childhood came from many powerful mammalian monsters.

Once they grew a little older, they swallowed secret medicines daily, applied medicinal ointments, and even bathed in Monster Blood.

With the support of Gravity Chambers, Medical Chambers, and Nerve Current Stimulation Chambers, the meticulous guidance of senior experts, and scientific cultivation programs drawn up by specialist teams—

For Heaven's Chosen who enjoyed all this, becoming Transcendent was as certain as a nail driven into a board.

For poor boys like Meng Chao to stand out, however, was harder than ascending to heaven.

Without sufficient resources, blindly burying one's head in bitter training was like running a marathon after going three days without food. It was pure suicide.

He, too, had once been young and reckless. In elementary and middle school, he had been a notorious tough guy, cutting through obstacles and defeating opponents all the way until he was admitted to Dragon City Ninth High School, a key high school at the district level.

During his first year, he had taken first place in the class several times. In combat training, he had even accidentally smashed Zuo Haoran's nose, making the class monitor spray blood from it wildly before the whole class. Zuo Haoran had hated him for it ever since.

That brief glory had severely overdrawn his body.

By his second year, as the coursework intensified and hidden injuries accumulated, Meng Chao gradually found himself unable to keep up.

Refusing to accept it, he cultivated like mad, sleeping only three or four hours a day and secretly learning secret techniques he found online.

In the end, he caused a major disaster—Vomiting Blood and Fainting, then lying in the hospital for several months.

The doctor said he had been too hasty. His bones and internal organs had both suffered damage. Without the nourishment of miraculous pills and medicines, he was not advised to undergo high-intensity cultivation again for three to five years.

Looking at the medical report and his parents' haggard faces, Meng Chao of his previous life made a choice.

"Dragon City is getting stronger and stronger anyway, and the monsters are gradually being wiped out. It doesn't matter if I don't become Transcendent.

"I'll get into a junior college, enter society early to earn money, stop making Mom and Dad work so hard, save more tuition for my little sister, and let her fulfill the dream of becoming Transcendent—this way, I can protect my family too."

Thinking back on it now, Meng Chao wanted to slap himself.

Childish! The Monster War won't be so easily won. If the nightmare comes true and Dragon City faces its greatest crisis since crossing over, how can I protect my family without strength?

Thinking further, perhaps it was precisely because he had been too weak that his younger sister had embarked on a dark path and become the BOSS-level Black Night Witch.

Thinking of his adorable little sister turning dark step by step gave him another headache.

"Making contributions lets me grow stronger. It sounds great, but collecting trash only earns 0.001 Contribution Points each time. Even contracting every landfill in the city would be useless. I still have to cultivate diligently."

Meng Chao threw himself at the training equipment.

After moving twice, he was already gasping for breath.

He was still so hungry.

His body, repaired by the Fire Seed and awakened with the Wild Bull Technique, was like a fully upgraded Main Battle Tank. It consumed dozens of times more fuel than an ordinary car.

His best friend's two weeks of living expenses had barely filled a crack between his teeth. How could they sustain high-intensity cultivation?

"What a pity."

Seeing Meng Chao draped weakly over the equipment, several girls sighed inwardly.

They had just watched him perform the Hibernating Dragon Stance and vaguely recalled his former brilliance during his first and second years.

Though he looked carefree on the surface, he must have felt some unwillingness deep down, right?

"Meng Chao originally had a chance to become Transcendent. Now, he can only fade into the crowd."

The girls could not help sympathizing with him.

"Meng Chao, if you're training, then train seriously. If you don't want to train, get down. Don't occupy the equipment!" Zuo Haoran kept his eyes on Meng Chao at all times.

"This guy..."

Chu Feixiong glared at the class monitor, helped Meng Chao to a corner, and shoved a bottle of sports drink into his hands. "Sit for a while. Take it slow."

"I'm fine." Meng Chao shook his head, cold sweat pouring down him like rain.

Damn it, his physique was too poor. What had he even been doing over the past year?

"The Fire Seed can help me awaken skills, but it can't conjure strength out of thin air. I need cultivation resources to fill this Main Battle Tank with fuel!"

Meng Chao gave a bitter smile. If he could afford cultivation resources, he would not have given up on himself for an entire year.

"Have you gone so long without training that you've even forgotten the basics?"

Thinking Meng Chao truly did not know how, Chu Feixiong swung his arms and demonstrated the basic method of exerting force.

He was a natural strength-type fighter. His set of Raging Bull Force carried an imposing momentum, as fierce as tigers and tigers roaring in the wind.

Meng Chao watched, but his gaze was strange.

Chu Feixiong scratched his head. Was it an illusion? He had actually seen a trace of... disdain in Meng Chao's eyes?

"Is my form that bad?" Big White Bear's face darkened.

"That's not how you exert force." Meng Chao could not help saying.

"What!"

Chu Feixiong could not believe his ears. "I treat you like a brother, and you're showing off in front of me?"

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not targeting you."

Meng Chao hurriedly explained. "I mean, current force-exertion methods are all..."

"All trash?"

"Not quite, but they are indeed somewhat crude and not very scientific."

That was outrageously arrogant.

Raging Bull Force had been created in New Era Year 35 by military expert Zhou Mang, who led a scientific research team in studying the physiological structures of more than ten monsters, including Level Three monsters such as Iron Hammer Beasts and Savage Horn Beasts.

They had also incorporated the force-exertion models of Earth Era Olympic champions and mixed martial artists, conducting five years of development and testing in ergonomics laboratories before creating this scientific force-exertion method.

Its characteristics were simplicity, ease of learning, rapid mastery, and extremely powerful explosiveness.

Besides stirring the blood and qi and strengthening the body, it could stimulate adolescents to secrete large amounts of growth hormone, increase cellular activity, and greatly benefit advanced cultivation.

After more than a decade of practice, Raging Bull Force, together with Ripple Force and Dragon Snake Force, had been recognized by the Dragon City Education Bureau as one of the three mandatory force-exertion methods during compulsory education.

Yet Meng Chao said this force-exertion method was "very crude and unscientific"?

Chu Feixiong felt that Meng Chao had been especially shameless this afternoon.

Little did he know that Meng Chao was not boasting at all.

War was the best means of communication between civilizations.

When the future people of Dragon City collided passionately with Otherworld powerhouses, their civilizations deeply permeated one another. Dragon City people used the Otherworld's wisdom to continuously improve the industry, technology, and martial arts that had originated from Earth.

Today's Raging Bull Force was merely its first version.

In the future, after encountering all kinds of bizarre Otherworld creatures, slicing them open for study, and gaining deeper insight into cells and genes, Dragon City's powerhouses would push Raging Bull Force into Version Two, Version Three, Pro Version, Plus Version...

The ultimate version of Raging Bull Force not only increased maximum output by thirty percent, but also fixed most of the bugs caused by spiritual power running wild through blood vessels and the Neural Network in earlier versions. It shortened the cooldown after excessive muscle expansion by fifteen percent, vastly improving Limit Fist Strength and sustained combat power.

That was no longer Raging Bull Force.

It was the higher-level Wild Bull Technique.

Through the Fire Seed, Meng Chao had illuminated the memories of his previous life. What he had awakened was naturally the ultimate future version of the Wild Bull Technique!