How to Injure Someone Without Medical Fees?

Wang Hu found a bench and sat in the distance, quietly watching Xu Zhiming practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

Every time Xu Zhiming finished a round, he would stop and rest for two minutes.

He seemed to be correcting issues that had appeared in his movements.

Wang Hu nodded.

Many people, after finishing a set of punches, wouldn't review them at all.

Being able to realize this and persist in it—that person's future achievements would definitely not be low.

What surprised him most was that Xu Zhiming could correct the mistakes he had made in his previous attempt.

The more he watched, the more shocked he became—this kind of extreme execution.

Wang Hu suddenly felt like a dog peeping on someone else's secret.

He shook his head.

Wang Hu rubbed his brow with one hand. How had he never taken the initiative to teach a genius like this before?

What the hell.

When had he also been influenced by certain people, believing effort was useless and that aptitude and resources were king?

Wang Hu reflected deeply on himself. From now on, if he encountered students as hardworking as Xu Zhiming, he would offer more help.

His gaze never left Xu Zhiming.

Watching a diligent youth, Wang Hu suddenly thought of something.

More than ten years ago, he had also been a youth.

He too had trained in martial skills every day, boosting his blood vitality, and eventually, with blood vitality just barely meeting the line, he had entered the worst Martial Arts University.

When he first entered that university, how proud and spirited he had been.

He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last seriously trained in martial skills or practiced blood vitality visualization diagrams.

Watching Xu Zhiming, Wang Hu suddenly felt his face burning.

A stable salary arriving on time every month.

It was all the fault of this peaceful, comfortable life—its corrosive power was too strong.

He decided he would also train hard!

A moment later.

A group of students gathered around Wang Hu, watching him practice a D-grade martial skill.

"Even the teacher is getting competitive? Good thing we're not on the same track."

"I heard teachers get a reward for finding good students—a promotion by one level, and a thousand more in monthly salary."

"I'm not going home today until my legs go weak!"

"I'm training until tomorrow morning until that extra bone in my body goes soft!"

The students were full of drive.

Many looked at that youth who kept practicing martial skills and boosting his blood vitality.

A faint gratitude stirred in their hearts.

Because the school's treatment was too discriminatory—students with good aptitude got a lot of rewards.

Students with poor aptitude basically got no benefits.

At other schools like Yunshui No. 2 High, as long as you reached Level 5, everyone got a thousand cash reward, and Level 6 got two thousand.

Almost every C-grade aptitude student, even those from ordinary families, could get rewards if they trained hard.

Their No. 1 High didn't have that—all of it went to the B-grade classes and the special training students.

After the benefits were cut, many students felt it didn't matter whether they worked hard to improve themselves or not.

Now, because they saw how much Xu Zhiming's blood vitality had increased through his effort, Hope was rekindled in their hearts, giving them a spiritual pillar.

Time slowly passed.

Four in the afternoon.

Fourth floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

In the crowd.

A youth in a soaked gray short-sleeve shirt kept practicing various movements.

[You have diligently practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit]

[You have diligently refined one bottle of potion, blood vitality increased by 0.15, triggering a 20x Critical Hit]

Xu Zhiming closed his eyes, digesting the movements of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves in his mind.

No wonder it was a fragmentary A-grade martial skill—he hadn't even reached the first level yet, and the speed of refining potions was already much faster than Wind Thunder Fist.

[Vitality: 14.28]

Vitality exceeded fourteen.

With fourteen vitality, if he bought an expensive Vitality Potion, he could very likely break through to Level Ten Martial Artist on the spot.

Xu Zhiming didn't hesitate to crush that thought.

He had to train his vitality past twenty points before breaking through to Level Ten.

When he first chose his martial technique, he picked Wind Thunder Fist precisely because cultivating it to the sixth layer granted vitality rivaling prodigies of the same realm.

Reaching twenty vitality at Level Nine could be called a prodigy.

Xu Zhiming refused to let himself—now that the system had arrived—lose to anyone at the same realm.

If he couldn't one-shot someone at the same realm, he'd feel he'd let the system down.

Over fourteen vitality, plus the doubled combat power from Lightning Flash.

His combat strength could trade blows with some Level Ten Martial Artists.

Xu Zhiming's eyes flickered.

Today, he'd claim the rewards for the top ten.

Perfect timing for him.

He carried his long spear and headed to the third floor.

He couldn't hold back a moment longer—he'd fight one first to vent his fire.

Third floor.

Yu Qingqing set down his broadsword, wiped the sweat from his brow, and felt a bit frustrated inside.

Among the school's top ten students, his strength ranked in the middle.

The school distributed resources to the top ten based on strength.

But normally, only seven of them competed; the other three had undisputed strength.

Especially the first place.

After the boss's guidance yesterday, he'd gained quite a few insights.

If he took sixth place in today's sparring, he'd get one more bottle of F-grade Energy Potion than seventh place.

Energy Potions replenished the body's consumption but couldn't boost vitality.

One bottle of F-grade Energy Potion cost a thousand yuan, relatively cheap compared to Vitality Potions.

Each bottle of F-grade Energy Potion could sustain their body's energy consumption from training martial techniques for a day, keeping them from feeling hungry.

"Let's go, let's go, Yu Qingqing. You're still a bit behind me. I'll take those three Energy Potions. I'll go claim this month's potions in a bit."

"Just wait. Next month, I'll definitely take fifth place!"

"Yu Qingqing, hurry up and boost your vitality. Don't let others catch up—that'd be a real disgrace to us top ten."

Two or three people nearby spoke to Yu Qingqing.

They were a bit stronger than him, with Level Nine vitality exceeding twelve points.

Their martial techniques were about the same, so having the vitality advantage let them beat Yu Qingqing.

Yu Qingqing curled his lip, unconcerned.

"Less than a point lower in vitality than me, easily beaten."

"He just got lucky, somehow got his hands on a Vitality Visualization Method and boosted his vitality."

The others nodded in agreement.

Xu Zhiming had raised his vitality by over five points in about a month—he must have obtained a Martial Dao Visualization Chart from somewhere.

Only a Martial Dao Visualization Chart could let Xu Zhiming increase that much in such a short time.

"Xu Zhiming's pretty lucky. At least if we want a Martial Dao Visualization Chart, we'd have to break through to Level Ten Martial Artist to get one."

Yu Qingqing waved his hand, sneered coldly, and casually thrust his blade into the weapon rack.

"I'll go down, teach him a lesson, then claim my potions."

"The gap in talent can't be made up by luck alone."

"Does he really think a low-grade talent can be the next True King Wind Thunder?"

The group chatted and laughed as they headed downstairs.

They treated each other as equals; normally, they wouldn't have this much to say to others.

Just as they reached the corner of the stairs, they heard a commotion.

"Xu Zhiming, you're no match for him right now. Even with your Wind Thunder Fist at the fifth layer, you can't win."

Yu Qingqing turned the corner and saw his cousin, Zeng Hao.

Standing before Xu Zhiming, he reached out a hand to block him.

Zeng Hao blocked Xu Zhiming, refusing to let him go up.

"Your Wind Thunder Fist is at the fifth layer; your blood qi can be raised to eighteen points. Wait a while longer before going up."

Yu Qingqing heard that Xu Zhiming's Wind Thunder Fist was at the fifth layer, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

He was somewhat surprised.

Wind Thunder Fist at the fifth layer could very likely raise blood qi to seventeen or eighteen points at the ninth grade.

His strength at the same realm would be far greater than his own.

Fortunately, his blood qi was a bit higher than Xu Zhiming's. He'd strike first and talk later.

Today, he had to find a chance to injure Xu Zhiming, delaying his breakthrough. He could raise it to eighteen points, but he wouldn't give Xu Zhiming the opportunity.

"Xu Zhiming, in such a hurry to die?"

Zeng Hao had just moved to stop Xu Zhiming when he felt an irresistible force gently push him aside.

"Teacher Wang Hu, I'd like to ask, how do you injure someone without paying?"

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