Wang Hu rubbed his face, restoring his facial muscles to normal.
He was a teacher, after all. He couldn't look like those students, as though he had never seen the world.
Seeing Xu Zhiming immersed in his punching, Wang Hu silently went back, preparing to apply for the fifth-level reward.
Good kid. He had deliberately hidden his Wind Thunder Fist's breakthrough to the fifth level.
With the Wind Thunder Fist at the fifth level, if he kept training, his Level Nine vitality could reach eighteen points.
He would also become one of Yunshui First High School's top geniuses.
Wang Hu raised his head and glanced upstairs.
He remembered that genius who occupied more than half the school's resources. At Level Nine, that person's vitality had been close to eighteen, yet had not reached eighteen.
Xu Zhiming's improvement might not be as fast as others', but he had not fallen far behind them at the same level either.
He lowered his head and sent a message to someone upstairs.
He had come to ask what martial skill Xu Zhiming had chosen. If it was the D-grade martial skill he cultivated, he could give Xu Zhiming some guidance.
He lowered his head, took out his phone, and sent a message to the supervising teacher.
Then he waited for Xu Zhiming to rest after punching.
The reply came: he had chosen Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
Wang Hu sighed. This student was well suited to be taught by the person on the top floor.
"Train properly. I'll go collect your fifth-level Wind Thunder Fist reward."
Xu Zhiming thanked him, unwilling to stop the fist technique in his hands.
The other students became even more envious when they heard that Xu Zhiming had received a reward.
"So many people train the Wind Thunder Fist. Reaching the fourth level earns you a bottle of F-grade Azure Potion. In all these years at our school, it seems Xu Zhiming is the only one to have claimed it, right?"
"Xu Zhiming has persisted for so long. He deserves that reward."
"You only get to school at nine or ten in the morning, then spend three minutes fiddling in your pants at night. You should thank heaven and earth if your Wind Thunder Fist even reaches the fourth level."
"Fuck, who said that? Did you install a surveillance camera over my head?"
"Good thing it wasn't me. I need at least ten minutes."
Xu Zhiming could not help smiling when he heard someone lead the conversation off the rails.
He quickly collected his thoughts and focused on punching.
After the Wind Thunder Fist broke through to the fifth level, his absorption of medicinal power became much faster.
Under the effects of the faint electric current, his body could absorb even more medicinal power.
The discussions around him did not affect Xu Zhiming.
Nor did anyone come to ask him questions.
He kept repeating the moves here. If there was anything he did not understand, watching it a few times was enough for him to figure out the key.
The students consciously left Xu Zhiming a relatively open area.
It was convenient for Xu Zhiming to practice his fists, and convenient for them to watch.
Noon arrived.
A light rain pattered outside the window.
Drops dripped from the eaves, falling to the ground with a pitter-patter.
The students went to the school cafeteria in twos and threes.
Zeng Hao wiped away his sweat and rubbed his aching shoulders.
Watching Xu Zhiming continue punching without pause, repeating the same motions like a machine—
He admired him more and more.
No wonder his vitality was high. Day after day of persistence was something few people could manage.
Not to mention anything else—just jerking off before bed every day for a hundred straight days, and probably few people could keep that up.
"God Xu, come on. Let's eat."
After Xu Zhiming finished a round, Zeng Hao spoke.
"You go ahead. I'm not hungry."
Zeng Hao could not help giving Xu Zhiming a thumbs-up.
"Your vitality is already this strong, and you still work this hard. How am I supposed to live?"
Xu Zhiming laughed heartily.
"Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink."
Zeng Hao was stunned, then nodded.
"You're still better. I think if you became the top student at school, our school's atmosphere would definitely improve a lot."
Zeng Hao looked around. There was no one on the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall at the moment, so he finally dared speak freely.
"Unlike that person, who throws his weight around and bullies people. A lot of resources that us ordinary students should have enjoyed have been cut."
After finishing another round of Wind Thunder Fist, Xu Zhiming made a cheering gesture and continued punching.
"If it isn't his, then whatever he swallows, he'll have to spit back out."
Thinking of that person's strength, Zeng Hao sighed at Xu Zhiming's words.
What Xu Zhiming said was almost impossible.
"You really aren't eating?"
Seeing Xu Zhiming nod, Zeng Hao turned and headed for the school cafeteria.
Half an hour later.
Zeng Hao returned carrying a huge pig trotter.
He set the huge pig trotter to one side.
Watching Xu Zhiming practice his fists gave him some gains. He could not freeload off someone else for nothing.
"I'll leave the pig trotter here. Even if you drank a potion, having something to satisfy your cravings is fine."
Xu Zhiming stopped his Wind Thunder Fist.
More than half the medicinal power of the E-grade Potion remained in his body. At the Wind Thunder Fist's refining speed, he would not be able to refine it all by afternoon.
Fortunately, he had a more aggressive martial skill.
Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
It was just the right time to sort through the memories in his mind.
After spending more than an hour, Xu Zhiming had completely memorized every detail of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
"Alright, then thanks."
Xu Zhiming picked up the huge pig trotter and took a big bite.
A pig trotter cost several dozen yuan, but this was Zeng Hao's heartfelt gesture.
It counted as a lavish meal. In the past, to save money for his final few months of sprinting, he rarely bought meat.
Thinking of the more than one million he still had, Xu Zhiming felt that he ought to change his mindset.
After finishing the pig trotter.
Xu Zhiming walked to the weapon rack nearby and found a long spear that suited his eye. Its spearhead was blunt, not sharp.
He reached out, gripped it, and lifted it easily.
Xu Zhiming shook his head. It was too light.
It was unsuitable as a weapon, but just right for practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
The weapons were free, so he could not demand too much.
Zeng Hao was practicing his fists nearby when he saw Xu Zhiming choose a long spear.
He had just wanted to stop, but then remembered that whenever Xu Zhiming spoke to someone, he always finished an entire set of punches first.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to stop and watch.
Zeng Hao could not help chuckling.
So the saying was true: those near vermilion became red, while those near ink became black.
After finishing a set of Wind Thunder Fist, he did not watch Xu Zhiming practice his new martial skill.
Once his Wind Thunder Fist reached the fourth level, he too would receive a D-grade martial skill.
Only after each martial skill reached its required standard could one choose a new martial skill at school.
Xu Zhiming held the long spear as the cultivation method for Coiling Dragon Surging Waves surfaced in his mind.
He rehearsed it several times in his mind, but when he performed it, the movements were still not standard.
Xu Zhiming did not lose heart. Even if his movements were wrong, he would still finish the entire set.
You practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once in a winding, twisting manner, triggering a 10x Critical Hit
The movements of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves surfaced in his mind.
Light and shadow shifted, and he had completed ten rounds of practice.
Xu Zhiming closed his eyes, digesting the movements.
A few minutes later, he raised his spear and continued.
This time, his movements were clearly smoother and far more standard than before.
You barely practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit
Time gradually passed.
Yu Qingqing returned from the school cafeteria and saw Xu Zhiming practicing a new martial skill.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted coldly.
The lackey beside him immediately caught his meaning and said several things that pleased Yu Qingqing.
"Our Yunshui First High School is going to have another clown soon."
"Didn't he say that his vitality would surpass Brother Yu's before long? He's practicing a new martial skill now, so he's probably given up."
"Everyone, let's head down early today and block him outside. We can celebrate Brother Zong's imminent breakthrough to Level Thirteen Martial Artist while we're at it."
The other three boys nodded.
"Fine. Tomorrow, the name Xu the Clown will spread throughout the school."
"Look at how crooked and slanted he is. He must have only just started practicing that new martial skill."
After finishing his meal, Wang Hu heard their conversation and raised an eyebrow.
Xu Zhiming was challenging Yu Qingqing this afternoon?
Was Xu Zhiming really so reckless?
Yu Qingqing's character was indeed problematic.
But there was nothing to criticize about his martial arts talent.
No, he had to talk Xu Zhiming out of it.
He had just walked over.
When Wang Hu heard a sharp whistle tear through the air.
He stood to one side and watched Xu Zhiming expertly perform the movements of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
Was the world crazy?
In just two hours, without anyone correcting his mistakes, Xu Zhiming had skillfully performed every movement in Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.
He suspected that Xu Zhiming had some kind of cheat.
Poor aptitude but excellent comprehension was a cheat in itself!
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