Suspecting He Has a Cheat

Wang Hu rubbed his face, relaxing the muscles back to normal.

After all, he was a teacher—he couldn't act like a student, looking like he'd never seen the world before.

Seeing Xu Zhiming immersed in his punches, he quietly turned back, preparing to apply for the fifth-tier reward.

Good kid, deliberately hiding the breakthrough to the fifth tier of Wind Thunder Fist.

With the fifth tier of Wind Thunder Fist, if you kept training, ninth-grade blood vitality could reach eighteen points.

He was also one of the top talents at Yunshui First High School.

Wang Hu looked up at the floor above.

He remembered that genius who hogged more than half the school's resources—at ninth grade, his blood vitality was close to eighteen points, but he hadn't reached it either.

Xu Zhiming might not improve as fast as others, but at the same realm, he wasn't far behind.

He lowered his head and sent a message to someone upstairs.

He'd come to ask what martial skill Xu Zhiming had chosen; if it was the D-grade martial skill he cultivated, he could offer some guidance.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to the supervising teacher.

Then he waited for Xu Zhiming to take a break from his punches.

The reply came back: he'd chosen Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

Wang Hu sighed. This student was well-suited for the person on the top floor to teach.

"Keep training well. I'll go get your fifth-tier Wind Thunder Fist reward."

Xu Zhiming thanked him but didn't pause his punches.

The other students heard Xu Zhiming was getting a reward and grew even more envious.

"So many people train Wind Thunder Fist, but reaching the fourth tier lets you claim a bottle of F-grade Azure Potion. In all these years at our school, it seems only Xu Zhiming has actually gotten it, right?"

"Xu Zhiming stuck with it for so long; he deserves the reward."

"Coming to school at nine or ten in the morning, then shoving your hand down your pants for three minutes at night—if you can get Wind Thunder Fist to the fourth tier, you'd be thanking heaven and earth."

"Damn, who said that? Did you put a camera on my head or what?"

"Good thing it's not me. I'd take at least ten minutes."

Xu Zhiming heard someone derailing the conversation and couldn't help but chuckle.

He quickly pulled his focus back, settling his mind to continue his punches.

After breaking through to the fifth tier of Wind Thunder Fist, his absorption of medicinal power sped up considerably.

Under the effect of the faint electric current, his body could take in more of the medicine.

The chatter of the classmates around him didn't affect Xu Zhiming.

No one came to ask him questions either.

He repeated the same sequence over and over here; if anything was unclear, watching a few times was enough to figure out the key points.

The students consciously left a relatively open space around Xu Zhiming.

It made it easier for him to practice his punches, and easier for them to watch.

Noon.

A light rain pattered outside the window.

Water dripped from the eaves, tapping against the ground.

Students paired up in twos and threes, heading toward the school cafeteria.

Zeng Hao wiped off his sweat and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Watching Xu Zhiming still throwing punches, mechanical and repetitive, he felt even more admiration.

No wonder the guy's blood vitality was so high—day after day of persistence, something few could manage.

Not to mention anything else, just like jerking off once before bed every day for a hundred days—probably not many people could stick with that either.

"God Xu, let's go eat."

Once Xu Zhiming finished a round, Zeng Hao spoke up.

"You go ahead. I'm not hungry."

Zeng Hao couldn't help but give Xu Zhiming a thumbs-up.

"Your blood vitality is already this strong, and you're still working this hard—how am I supposed to keep up?"

Xu Zhiming laughed out loud.

"Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink."

Zeng Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"You're a good one. I think if you became the school's top student, the atmosphere here would be a lot better."

Zeng Hao looked around. Seeing that no one was on the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall, he finally dared to speak freely.

"Unlike that person, who bullies others by relying on his power. A lot of the resources that we ordinary students should be enjoying have been cut."

Xu Zhiming finished a round of Wind Thunder Fist, made a cheering gesture, and continued practicing.

"It's not his. Whatever he swallows, he'll have to spit back out."

Thinking of that person's strength, Zeng Hao sighed upon hearing this.

What Xu Zhiming said was almost impossible.

"You really aren't going to eat?"

Seeing Xu Zhiming nod, Zeng Hao turned and walked toward the school cafeteria.

Half an hour later.

Zeng Hao came back carrying a large pork trotter.

He set the big pork trotter down to the side.

He watched Xu Zhiming practice his fists and gained some insight from it; he couldn't just freeload off someone else.

"I'll leave the trotter here. Even if you've taken the potion, you can still eat something to satisfy your cravings."

Xu Zhiming stopped his Wind Thunder Fist.

Most of the medicinal power from the E-grade Potion remained in his body. If he kept refining it at the speed of Wind Thunder Fist, he wouldn't finish even by the afternoon.

Fortunately, he had a more aggressive martial skill.

Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

It was time to properly organize the memories in his mind.

Spending over an hour, Xu Zhiming fully memorized every detail within Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

"Alright, then thanks a lot."

Xu Zhiming picked up the big pork trotter and took a big bite.

The trotter cost several dozen yuan, but this was Zeng Hao's goodwill.

It counted as having a big meal. In the past, to save money for a final sprint in the last few months, he rarely bought meat to eat.

Thinking about the over one million he still had, Xu Zhiming felt he should change his mindset.

After finishing the trotter.

Xu Zhiming walked over to the weapon rack and picked a spear that caught his eye. The spearhead wasn't sharp—it was blunt.

He reached out, grabbed it, and lifted it easily.

Xu Zhiming shook his head. It was too light.

Unsuitable as a weapon, but just right for practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

Free weapons—you couldn't ask for too much.

Zeng Hao was practicing his fists nearby and saw Xu Zhiming pick a spear.

He was about to stop, but then remembered that Xu Zhiming always finished a full set of punches before speaking to anyone.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to stop and watch.

Zeng Hao couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

So the saying was true—those who stay near ink get stained black.

After finishing a set of Wind Thunder Fist, he didn't watch Xu Zhiming practice his new martial skill.

Once Wind Thunder Fist reached the fourth level, he would also get a D-grade martial skill.

Every martial skill had to reach the required standard before one could choose a new one at school.

Xu Zhiming held the spear, the training method for Coiling Dragon Surging Waves surfacing in his mind.

He rehearsed it several times in his head, but when he executed it, it was still unsteady.

Xu Zhiming wasn't discouraged. Even if it wasn't right, he would still finish the full set.

[You have haltingly practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit.]

Images of the Coiling Dragon Surging Waves movements appeared in his mind.

In a flash of light and shadow, he had already practiced it ten times.

Xu Zhiming closed his eyes, digesting the movements.

A few minutes later, he picked up the spear and continued.

This time, his movements were noticeably smoother and much more standard than before.

[You have barely practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit.]

Time gradually passed.

Yu Qingqing returned from the school cafeteria and watched Xu Zhiming practicing a new martial technique.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a cold snort.

The lackeys beside him immediately caught on and said a few words that pleased Yu Qingqing.

"Our Yunshui First High School is about to gain another clown."

"He said he'd surpass Brother Yu in blood energy soon enough, but now he's practicing a new technique—probably given up."

"Everyone, let's head down early today and block him outside the door. It'll be a perfect celebration for Brother Zong's imminent breakthrough to Level Thirteen Martial Artist."

The other three boys nodded.

"Alright, by tomorrow, the name Xu the Clown will spread across the school."

"Look at how sloppy and crooked his form is—he's definitely just started practicing that new technique."

Wang Hu finished his meal and overheard their conversation, raising an eyebrow.

A challenge against Yu Qingqing this afternoon?

Xu Zhiming was being far too reckless.

Yu Qingqing's character was indeed questionable.

But his martial talent was undeniable.

No, he had to talk some sense into him.

He had just started walking over.

When Wang Hu heard a sound of air being split.

He stood to the side, watching as Xu Zhiming smoothly executed the movements of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

Was this world insane?

In just two hours, without anyone correcting his mistakes, Xu Zhiming had flawlessly performed the movements within Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

He wondered if Xu Zhiming was cheating somehow.

Poor talent but strong comprehension—that was still a kind of cheat!

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