Save the Child

Save the Child

"My Raging Bull Force has a problem?" Chu Feixiong laughed in fury.

Meng Chao stepped forward, blocking the enraged Big White Bear.

"Since the class monitor thinks Chu Feixiong's force exertion isn't standard enough, why not have the class monitor demonstrate the standard Raging Bull Force for us, so we can study it properly? What do you say?"

He wore a smile that looked utterly sincere.

Zuo Haoran gave a cold snort. As class monitor, he naturally possessed the strength to suppress the entire class.

"Watch carefully. This is the true Raging Bull Force!"

A glint of cold light flashed through the class monitor's eyes. He assumed an almost perfect stance, twisted his hips and spun his body, then threw a lightning-fast punch.

Bang!

The punch-force tester shook violently.

The numbers on the display jumped wildly.

"Two hundred and twenty-five kilograms!"

"That's Zuo Haoran's own class record, isn't it? Last time, he had to build up power for ages to hit that. Now he's matched the record with a casual punch—his strength is getting more and more terrifying."

"In the past month or two, the class monitor has improved so quickly. His Limit Fist Strength has surpassed that of heavyweight boxing champions from the Earth Era. Getting into a prestigious university is practically in the bag."

"I remember Chu Feixiong's Limit Fist Strength is two hundred and twenty kilograms. The class monitor is a full size smaller than him, yet his punch force is five kilograms higher."

The dazzling figures sparked hushed discussion among the watching students.

The girls were drawn in by Zuo Haoran's handsome stance, and they could not help blushing slightly.

Everyone had to acknowledge the class monitor's point.

This was the standard Raging Bull Force, capable of unleashing a true heavy punch.

Zuo Haoran clasped his fists, staring straight at Chu Feixiong while glancing at Meng Chao from the corner of his eye.

"Have you two seen clearly?" His expression was calm, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Several students close to Chu Feixiong feared he would suffer if a conflict broke out, and whispered from behind, "Brother Xiong, forget it. Test together later. Meng Chao, hurry up and talk him down—don't just stand there like an idiot!"

Before their words had even faded—

Meng Chao stepped half a pace aside, and Chu Feixiong strode forward.

"You—"

Zuo Haoran's face darkened. He refused to yield an inch, and the two slammed into each other head-on.

Raging Bull Force against Wild Bull Technique.

Bang!

It was like an enraged bull colliding with an enraged rhinoceros.

The students could not bear to watch.

Quite a few had already imagined Chu Feixiong being sent flying, sprawled on all fours in utter embarrassment.

They were wrong.

The one who staggered back seven or eight steps and fell to the ground, his pale face turning blue and purple from holding his breath, was Zuo Haoran, who had just been basking in the limelight.

And it was not over yet.

Chu Feixiong surged forward, his sneakers scraping against the floor and giving off the scent of burning rubber amid shrieks.

Every muscle was like red-hot steel, his fist like a bundle of ignited dynamite.

Boom!

With an explosive crack, he struck dead center on the target.

It was louder than Zuo Haoran's punch just now, and the punch-force tester even bounced off the ground.

The numbers on the display danced wildly, refusing to settle for a long time.

"T-Two hundred and thirty-two kilograms!"

"He beat the class monitor! A new class record!"

The students stood frozen like wooden chickens.

Even Chu Feixiong could not believe it. He looked at his own fist, then turned back toward Meng Chao, his face filled with a shock beyond the power of words to describe.

"Fei Xiong, you're too underhanded! You actually practiced such an incredible Super Raging Bull Force behind my back?"

Yet in the silent Cultivation Room, Meng Chao was the first to leap up and shout at the top of his lungs, "You even suppressed the class monitor!"

"..."

Chu Feixiong was dumbfounded.

What the hell? Didn't you teach me this in the bathroom just now?

The other students looked at one another as well. Super Raging Bull Force?

"You didn't know?"

Meng Chao looked around in surprise. "Many experts in society and the military are constantly refining Raging Bull Force, developing all kinds of more powerful upgraded versions. They're far stronger than the version we high school students use. Chu Feixiong must be using an upgraded version. Otherwise, how could he possibly crush the class monitor?"

In truth, their Limit Fist Strength differed by only a few kilograms. It was hardly a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Zuo Haoran was faster, punched more frequently, and was skilled with leg techniques. In actual combat, he would still have the upper hand over Chu Feixiong.

How could it be as exaggerated as Meng Chao's repeated claims of "suppression" and "crushing"?

But Zuo Haoran had been caught off guard and nearly had the wind knocked out of him.

For the moment, he could not speak at all. He could only let Meng Chao smear mud all over him, so furious that he could not even get back up.

Following Meng Chao's train of thought, the students nodded instinctively.

Many Military Experts, aristocratic clans, wealthy families, and martial arts research institutes were constantly exploring the unknown realms of life science.

Naturally, their upgraded versions differed from the mass-market stuff taught at school.

Everyone was envious of Chu Feixiong.

On the eve of the National College Entrance Examination, learning such a domineering method of exerting force was like adding wings to a tiger.

"Fei Xiong, you're ruthless."

Meng Chao gave his bewildered best friend a thumbs-up. "I heard that some advanced Training Classes teach Super Raging Bull Force, and tuition starts at one or two hundred thousand. You were willing to spend such a huge sum?

"Still, it makes sense. In the final battle of the National College Entrance Examination, every point can change one's fate. Your strength has increased by several kilograms compared to before, which translates into several extra exam points. Those one or two hundred thousand were money well spent.

"Too bad I don't have connections to advanced Training Classes. I heard many Gold Medal Instructors can't be hired even with money. Otherwise, I'd smash the pots and sell the iron just to learn Super Raging Bull Force."

Meng Chao slapped his thigh, his face full of regret.

The students' hearts stirred, and they fell into thoughtful contemplation.

"Wait."

Meng Chao's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked Chu Feixiong up and down. "Fei Xiong—no, Brother Xiong—how about teaching me Super Raging Bull Force?

"Don't rush to refuse. I know that on the eve of the National College Entrance Examination, everyone is racing against time. We're classmates, but we're also competitors in the exam. I can't ask you to teach me for free. I can pay tuition."

Chu Feixiong said, "I..."

The moment he opened his mouth, Meng Chao cut in, "Talking money hurts the bond between classmates. How about this? We'll settle it with cultivation resources—Gene Serum, High-Energy Nutrient Solution, Cell Strengthening Fluid, monster materials. Just name what you want. Even blood brothers settle accounts clearly; there's nothing embarrassing about it."

Chu Feixiong was not completely stupid. At last, he caught on.

"Well..." He looked deeply conflicted and somewhat troubled.

"Brother Xiong, save this child!" Meng Chao's tiger eyes brimmed with tears.

Chu Feixiong reluctantly said, "Teaching you one move wouldn't be much. Let's talk in the corner."

"Let's go, let's go!" Meng Chao was overjoyed.

"Wait—"

The students' ears had nearly caught fire from listening, and someone finally could not hold back.

A chubby boy nearly as large as Big White Bear stepped out.

"Brother Xiong, you can't teach only Meng Chao. We're classmates too. I'm a child too—save me as well, okay?"

The chubby boy was also Strength-type. Chu Feixiong was the class's big fat guy, while he was the little fat guy.

Yet he had hit a plateau recently. His Limit Fist Strength had not improved for months, worrying him so much that he could not sleep at night.

After witnessing Chu Feixiong's stunning punch, and with Meng Chao's example before him, how could he let such a heaven-sent opportunity slip away?

"Gene Serum, High-Energy Nutrient Solution, Cell Strengthening Fluid, monster materials—my family has all of that."

The little fat guy said urgently, "As long as my Limit Fist Strength can increase by 5%—no, 3% is enough. Name any conditions you want."

Other than oddballs like Meng Chao, most students who could enter a District Key High School came from fairly decent families.

For a few extra points on the National College Entrance Examination, they did not mind spending a few more cultivation resources.

For a moment, all the students crowded around them.

"Brother Xiong, everyone knows you're the most loyal. Help me out?"

"Me too! Besides cultivation resources, I'll bring you breakfast for a month, okay?"

"Brother Xiong, Boss Xiong, we're all brothers. Save this child!"

Everyone fawned over him.

They had completely forgotten that the class monitor was still sitting on the ground.

Zuo Haoran gritted his teeth, his handsome face utterly twisted.

"One sheep is herded, and a flock of sheep is herded too. How about we form a study group? Everyone can contribute some cultivation resources to subsidize you, and you can show some spirit by making a contribution to the class collective?" Meng Chao thoughtfully suggested.

"That's good."

"A Super Raging Bull Force study group—I'm willing to join."

The students all chimed in.

With matters having reached this point, Chu Feixiong could only nod.

At that moment, a message popped up in the corner of Meng Chao's vision:

Your proposal has promoted harmony within the class collective. Your classmates are more motivated to study and are more likely to achieve excellent results, making greater contributions to civilization in the near future. Contribution Points +11

"Student Chu Feixiong is truly principled."

Meng Chao could not help sighing. "Even on such a tense eve of the National College Entrance Examination, he is willing to spend time and energy helping everyone improve together. What a good person! Tell me, everyone—such a selfless, wonderful person, and so strong besides. Why didn't the teacher choose him as class monitor in the first place?"

Everyone froze for a moment, then laughed awkwardly.

Zuo Haoran, who had only just climbed to his feet, saw stars from anger and nearly collapsed again.

Meng Chao set the price for learning the Wild Bull Technique low, selling it in bulk at almost half-giveaway rates.

Everyone recognized good stuff. Before school ended, more than half the class had joined the study group.

Some students from well-off families sent over all kinds of cultivation resources early.

More than a dozen Gene Serums, High-Energy Nutrient Solutions, Bone Cell Growth Factors... all were premium brands that Meng Chao could not afford even if he smashed the pots and sold the iron.

Meng Chao took Chu Feixiong up to the Rooftop to divide the spoils. At the same time, he taught him some force-exertion formulas and acupoint stimulation methods from the Wild Bull Technique, so they could first lead everyone in practicing it.

Chu Feixiong agreed to help Meng Chao run the study group, but firmly refused to accept any cultivation resources.

Big White Bear said that his family circumstances were a little better than Meng Chao's, and his basic resources were still guaranteed. If Meng Chao wanted to make a push for an Undergraduate Program, he had to cherish every hard-won drop of resources.

After much persuasion, Meng Chao forcibly stuffed one-third of the gains into his backpack.

Chu Feixiong then asked about the origins of Super Raging Bull Force.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Chao blamed everything on the Deep Web.

"You're still browsing the Underground Life Science Forum?"

Chu Feixiong was greatly alarmed. "It's full of cultivation lunatics and mad scientists. They toss out seemingly powerful secret techniques for netizens to download free of charge, but they may not be doing it out of kindness. More likely, they want netizens to serve as 'Guinea Pigs' and test data for them.

"When you were injured and hospitalized last year, wasn't it because you practiced a beta-version technique from that underground forum? Haven't you suffered enough from that lesson?"

Meng Chao could only say that he had been extremely careful this time. He had studied it for several months and only dared bring it out to share after confirming there were no problems.

"You know my family's circumstances. If I don't take a gamble, how can I compete with a rich second-generation heir like Zuo Haoran? And how can I protect my family in the face of savage, vicious monsters?"

Meng Chao pondered for a moment. "Still, your concerns make sense. How about this: help me explain clearly to everyone that Super Raging Bull Force is a beta version and may contain a great many bugs. Anyone who thinks it's dangerous can get their cultivation resources back from me—after all, the price is so cheap precisely because I'm making a contribution. If someone doesn't want to learn it, why would I force them?"

A word about updates. Everyone knows Old Cow's character. I've recovered fairly well these past few months, and my body is strong and sturdy again.

During the new-book period, let's first guarantee two updates a day: nine in the morning and four in the afternoon. At other times, I'll add more updates depending on recommendations, data, tips, and so on?

Once it goes premium, we'll really speed up, all right?