Wild Bull Technique

Chapter 4: Wild Bull Technique

Complaints aside, as seniors they had the awareness, so the students could only drag themselves to their feet.

Some stuffed a Chinese test paper into their pockets.

During training breaks, they could sneak in a little fun.

"Hurry up, move it!"

Zuo Haoran stood with his hands behind his back, shouting with considerable authority.

In this era, class monitors had a lot of power and had to assist teachers with many management tasks.

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

Chu Feixiong curled his lips as he lined up. "Zuo Haoran is shameless. His strength has long reached the 'Rocket Class' standard, but he insists on staying in our regular class as monitor. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Meng Chao asked.

Since returning from the nightmare, his memories were chaotic, and many things were hazy.

"The school has a rule: being monitor takes up a student's time and energy, so the school compensates with some training resources. It's an unspoken rule. And Zuo Haoran's uncle is the Dean of Students, 'Big Macaque,' so naturally, he makes sure everything is arranged clearly for his own nephew."

Chu Feixiong grew angrier as he spoke. "This guy's family runs a big company, and he has his uncle's connections. He lacks nothing—Gene Serums, Monster materials—yet he still comes to the regular class to be monitor and snatch resources from poor kids like us. It's so unfair!"

Meng Chao remembered now. That was indeed the case.

After he himself got injured in sophomore year, Chu Feixiong's strength was second only to Zuo Haoran in the class.

If not for the Dean of Students opening the door wide for him, Zuo Haoran would definitely have gone to the Rocket Class.

In Class 6, Chu Feixiong would have had a good chance of becoming monitor, getting more resources, and having a better shot at military academy.

No wonder he was upset.

"You two in the back, what's all the noise? Wasting everyone's time!" Zuo Haoran heard their muttering and scolded them mercilessly.

Chu Feixiong's brows furrowed, and he was about to step forward, but Meng Chao stopped him.

"Let's train first. There's plenty of time!"

The Cultivation Center was a fifteen-story building.

It had over forty different Cultivation Rooms, recovery rooms, and medical rooms, five times the size of the teaching building.

The air was filled with the youthful heat of exertion, making anyone who entered feel their blood boil.

This was a self-study session, managed by the monitor, with no teacher present.

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

The clang of barbells, the low grunts of exertion, the whoosh of punches and kicks cutting through the air, and the heavy thump of fists slamming into sandbags—all combined into a passionate song of struggle.

The scene was both familiar and strange, making Meng Chao sigh with emotion.

When Earthlings discovered the super energy "Spiritual Energy" from another dimension, which could be drawn into the body to bombard cells and unlock genes, ancient cultivation was given a whole new meaning.

But "poor for liberal arts, rich for martial arts" remained a universal truth.

Powerful Family Children drank milk powder from powerful mammalian monsters since infancy.

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

With the support of "Gravity Chambers," "Medical Chambers," and "Nerve Current Stimulation Chambers," guidance from senior experts, and scientific training plans devised by expert teams, it was a foregone conclusion that the Heaven's Chosen who enjoyed all this would become extraordinary.

For a poor kid like Meng Chao to stand out was as difficult as reaching the sky.

Without sufficient resources, training blindly was like running a marathon on an empty stomach for three days—pure suicide.

He had once been young and reckless, a notorious tough guy in elementary and middle school, fighting his way through to get into Dragon City Ninth High School, a district-level key school.

In his freshman year, he had taken first place in the class a few times, and even accidentally broke Zuo Haoran's nose during a practical training session, making the monitor spray blood from his nose in front of the whole class, earning his lasting grudge.

But that brief glory had severely overdrawn his body.

By sophomore year, with the heavier coursework and accumulating hidden injuries, Meng Chao gradually couldn't keep up.

He refused to accept it, training like a madman, sleeping only three or four hours a day, and secretly learning secret techniques he found online.

Finally, he caused a major disaster, Vomiting Blood and Fainting, and lay in the hospital for several months.

The doctor said he had been too hasty, damaging his bones and internal organs. Without the nourishment of miraculous medicines, he shouldn't engage in high-intensity training for three to five years.

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

"Anyway, Dragon City is getting stronger, and the monsters are gradually being wiped out. It's okay if I don't become a superhuman.

"I'll go to a vocational college, enter society early to make money, so Mom and Dad don't have to work so hard. I'll save up more tuition for my little sister, so she can fulfill her dream of becoming extraordinary—this way, I can also protect my family."

Thinking about it now, Meng Chao wanted to slap himself.

"Naive! The Monster War isn't that easy to win. If the Nightmare Come True, and Dragon City faces the biggest crisis since the dimensional rift, how can I protect my family without power?"

Meng Chao thought it over—maybe it was precisely because he was too weak that his sister had embarked on a dark path, turning into a boss-level "Black Night Witch."

The thought of his adorable little sister going down a dark road gave him another headache.

"Earning Contribution Points to get stronger sounds great, but picking up trash only gives 0.001 Contribution Points per haul. Even if I took over the whole city's garbage dumps, it wouldn't be enough. I still have to train hard."

Meng Chao threw himself at the training equipment.

After just two moves, he was panting heavily.

He was still so hungry.

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

His buddy's two weeks' worth of living expenses had barely filled a crack in his teeth. How could that sustain high-intensity training?

"What a shame."

Watching Meng Chao's frail appearance as he slumped over the equipment, several female students sighed inwardly.

They had just seen him hold the Hibernating Dragon Stance and vaguely recalled his glory days from freshman and sophomore year.

Though he seemed carefree on the surface, deep down, he must have felt some regret, right?

"Meng Chao once had a chance to transcend. Now, he's just going to fade into the crowd."

The girls couldn't help feeling sympathy.

"Meng Chao, if you're going to train, do it seriously. If not, get off and stop hogging the equipment!" Zuo Haoran kept his eyes locked on Meng Chao.

"This guy..."

Chu Feixiong shot the class monitor a glare, helped Meng Chao to a corner, and handed him a sports drink. "Take a seat. Take it slow."

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

Damn it, his physique was terrible. What had he been doing for the past year?

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

Meng Chao gave a bitter smile. If he could afford training resources, he wouldn't have given up on himself for an entire year.

"You haven't trained in a long time. Forgot the basics?"

Chu Feixiong thought Meng Chao really didn't know, so he rolled up his sleeves and demonstrated the fundamental power techniques.

He was a natural strength type, and a set of "Raging Bull Force" moves burst forth with a fierce, tiger-like momentum.

Meng Chao watched, but his eyes held a strange look.

Chu Feixiong scratched his head. Was it his imagination, or did he see a hint of... disdain in Meng Chao's eyes?

"Did I do it wrong?" The big white bear's face darkened.

"Power isn't released like that," Meng Chao couldn't help saying.

"What!"

Chu Feixiong couldn't believe his ears. "I treat you like a brother, and you're showing off to me?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not targeting you."

Meng Chao quickly explained. "I mean, the current power techniques are all..."

"All garbage?"

"Not quite, but they are a bit crude and not very scientific."

That was outrageously arrogant.

"Raging Bull Force" was developed in the 35th year of the New Era by the military expert "Zhou Mang" and his research team. They studied the physiological structures of over a dozen types of monsters, including the level-three "Iron Hammer Beast" and "Savage Horn Beast."

They also integrated the power models of Olympic champions and mixed martial artists from the Earth era, spending five years on research and testing in an ergonomics lab to create this scientific power technique.

Its features were simplicity, quick mastery, and explosive power.

Besides surging blood and energy to strengthen the body, it also stimulated teenagers to secrete large amounts of growth hormone, boosting cell activity—great for advancing cultivation.

After over a decade of practice, "Raging Bull Force," along with "Ripple Force" and "Dragon Snake Force," was recognized by the Longcheng Education Bureau as one of the three mandatory power techniques for compulsory education.

And Meng Chao said this technique was "crude and unscientific"?

Chu Feixiong thought Meng Chao was especially shameless this afternoon.

Little did he know, Meng Chao wasn't bragging at all.

War was the best means of exchange between civilizations.

When the future Longcheng people clashed fiercely with powerful beings from another world, their civilizations deeply interpenetrated. Longcheng's people used the wisdom of that other world to continuously improve the industry, technology, and martial arts that originated from Earth.

Today's "Raging Bull Force" was just the first version.

In the future, after encountering all kinds of bizarre otherworldly creatures, slicing them up for research, and delving deeper into cells and genes, Longcheng's strong would push "Raging Bull Force" to version two, version three, the Pro version, and the Plus version...

The ultimate version of "Raging Bull Force" not only boosted maximum output by 30% but also fixed most of the bugs caused by spiritual energy rampaging through Blood Vessels and the Neural Network in earlier versions. It shortened the cooldown time after excessive muscle expansion by 15%, greatly enhancing Limit Fist Strength and sustained combat power.

That was no longer "Raging Bull Force."

It was the higher-level "Wild Bull Technique."

Meng Chao, through the Fire Seed, had awakened his past-life memories, and of course, he had awakened the future ultimate version of the "Wild Bull Technique"!