Meng Shizhang's heart skipped a beat. He had the True King bloodline—how could anyone possibly snatch first place from his hands?
Xu Zhiming's name surfaced in his mind. After thinking it over, he decided it was impossible.
Even if Xu Zhiming possessed Martial Dao True Meaning, his vitality and blood were still an irreparable weakness.
He had factored everything about Xu Zhiming in and knew Xu Zhiming could not take first place.
Unless Xu Zhiming's vitality and blood exceeded three hundred.
In just one short month, without the True King bloodline, how could Xu Zhiming possibly rise from several dozen points of vitality and blood to three hundred?
Xu Zhiming's vitality and blood were at most a little over one hundred now.
At that thought, Meng Tian regained his confidence and looked at Meng Tian.
"You want to disrupt my state of mind? Impossible."
"This year's provincial top scorer will definitely be me."
Meng Tian curled his lip.
"Then let's make a bet. If you aren't first place, eat another lump?"
"Do you dare?"
Meng Shizhang's mouth twitched. He recalled that taste from back then, and it made him incomparably nauseated.
Remembering what had happened to Meng Tian before, Meng Shizhang did not dare make another bet.
Meng Tian sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
"What a coward."
Yunshui Second High School's field, four in the afternoon.
It was already mostly empty. Only a handful of people remained, dismantling various instruments.
The College Entrance Exam had ended very quickly.
So quickly that when many students returned home and looked at the lavish spread of food on the table, they still felt strangely hollow inside.
Xu Zhiming's home.
As he showered, he meditated on the Mental Visualization Diagram in his mind.
With the College Entrance Exam over, it felt as