Nine Years of Compulsory Education Wasted...

Yu Qingqing laughed. For the first time, he found something this absurd.

He did not mention the gap in vitality and blood. Once martial skills were cultivated to a profound level, they could erase part of that gap.

With such a huge gap in martial skills, how did Xu Zhiming dare?

His D-grade martial skill had broken through today. His combat power had doubled as well.

Good. Very good.

He also had a speed-type martial skill. He was definitely much faster than Xu Zhiming.

Crushed in every aspect, he had no idea how he could lose.

"Have you been listening to that old song 'Courage' too much?"

The others beside Yu Qingqing frowned as they looked at the crowd downstairs blocking the way.

One of them was extremely impatient.

"If you don't dare fight, then disperse. Losing a little face is far better than getting hurt and ending up in the hospital."

"Can you get out of the way? Our time is precious. We still need to collect the resources awarded by the school."

"Move aside already."

The students from the C-grade and B-grade classes all looked up at the speaker, angry but afraid to speak.

They quickly parted to make a path.

Seeing this, the group left with cold smiles.

They had no time to linger at school. If they had not come to collect resources today, they would have been improving themselves at the Martial Hall outside the school.

"Yu Qingqing, don't embarrass us."

"If you can't beat him, you'll really lose face big-time."

"Xu Zhiming is the number one King of Inner Rolled. You'd better be careful."

Xu Zhiming ignored the mockery in their voices. He hoped they could remain this arrogant later.

Once he collected the rewards, they would all be his.

In the crowd, Wang Hu met Xu Zhiming's gaze and sensed that resolve.

He made up his mind. If Xu Zhiming fell into a disadvantage later, he would step in to help.

He was, after all, a level fifteen martial artist. Stopping a fight between martial artists whose vitality and blood had not even reached twenty points was still something he could do.

"Great Xia does not prohibit martial artists from fighting under fair and just conditions."

"If both sides are injured, they are responsible for themselves."

"If both of you agree, all of us here can serve as witnesses."

Zeng Hao gave Xu Zhiming a look.

"Xu Zhiming, wait a little longer. I can lend you money to raise your vitality and blood. Fight him after yours surpasses his."

"He also has a speed-type martial skill. You haven't trained that kind of martial skill, so you're at a huge disadvantage."

Hearing this, Yu Qingqing shot Zeng Hao a vicious glare.

He narrowed his eyes and flicked his green hair.

"When there's time, your cousin will properly instruct you in martial skills."

Zeng Hao shrank his neck and did not say anything else.

Instruct him in martial skills? Yu Qingqing just wanted to rely on his higher vitality and blood to bully him.

There was no way he would agree.

At most, Yu Qingqing would give him some superficial wounds. He would not dare strike too heavily.

Trading one beating for Xu Zhiming's safety was worth it.

He felt that if he watched Xu Zhiming practice Wind Thunder Fist for a while longer, his own Wind Thunder Fist might break through to the fourth level as well.

Trading one beating for the fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist—Zeng Hao felt that was a sure profit with no loss.

Xu Zhiming waved his hand.

"Everyone, please move back a little. I need to settle some private grudges."

Xu Zhiming headed toward the first floor of the martial arts hall.

Yu Qingqing burst into laughter and beckoned to the others, signaling for them to come watch the show.

The male students who followed Yu Qingqing's lead immediately grinned happily.

"Come on, come on! Hurry over here! In a moment, we'll let you see just how vast the gap between Brother Yu and you people is!"

"Before talent, hard work is fundamentally useless."

"You want to catch up to us through hard work? You think you deserve that? Only poor people foolishly dream of catching up through hard work."

The three people beside him no longer rushed to collect their resources.

Watching a good show was not bad either.

It was a pity they were not the ones making a move.

Yu Qingqing noticed the red glass bottle Xu Zhiming carried in his hand.

He had consumed plenty of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood.

It had been an official reward for cultivating Wind Thunder Fist to the fifth level.

There had even been some unexpected gains.

Xu Zhiming set the Monster Beast Essence Blood aside and lightly gripped his long spear with his right hand.

Yu Qingqing withdrew his gaze, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I think fighting is pretty boring. Why don't we add some stakes?"

"That bottle of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood of yours can barely count as stakes."

Xu Zhiming sneered inwardly. What greed.

"You sure talk a lot of nonsense."

Yu Qingqing narrowed his eyes into slits.

From Xu Zhiming's tone, he did not seem afraid of him at all?

Yu Qingqing wondered whether Xu Zhiming had some hidden trump card.

"Xu Zhiming, how about I beat him for you, and you give me that bottle of Monster Beast Essence Blood?"

"Yu Qingqing, are you really that cowardly? You stole someone else's potion, and now that they've come to your door, you still don't dare accept the challenge. Why not just return it to him?"

Listening to this, anger surged in Yu Qingqing's heart.

Why should he fear someone whose vitality and blood were lower than his?

"The hospital's Wi-Fi signal is excellent. Go in there and scroll short videos. You'll recover from your injuries soon enough."

Yu Qingqing chose a saber.

The school's weapons had not been sharpened. So long as no vital areas were struck, the injuries would not be fatal.

"If you don't want blood splashing onto you, hurry up and move farther away."

Yu Qingqing swept his gaze around, gripping the long saber in his hand.

His eyes were dark, venomous, and ruthless. Quite a few students were so frightened by that gaze that they stumbled several steps back.

The area instantly opened up a great deal more.

The eyes turned toward Wang Hu became incomparably respectful.

This was the respect the weak held for the strong.

Wang Hu's gaze swept across Yu Qingqing's face.

Yu Qingqing was furious, his eyes narrowing even further.

"Didn't you want stakes? I still haven't collected this month's two bottles of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood and three Energy Potions."

"The collection token is in my pocket. Can you get it?"

Yu Qingqing took out a white token and waved it back and forth. The number six was engraved on it.

"I advise you to give me the Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood. For its sake, I can go a little easier on you."

Xu Zhiming could not be bothered with him.

"You really talk too much. You've wasted several minutes of my spear practice."

"If you babble one more word, I'll send you flying, then put you straight to sleep headfirst."

Yu Qingqing's mouth twisted viciously as he clenched his saber tightly.

"I'll make you lie on a hospital bed until you can't even scroll videos. Reflect properly on how you provoked someone you shouldn't have!"

Xu Zhiming's gaze fell upon Wang Hu.

"Teacher, may I make a move now?"

Wang Hu looked at Xu Zhiming's calm eyes and nodded.

"I'll count down from three. Then you may begin."

"Three... two... one..."

Yu Qingqing's fat body darted out like a spirit cat.

D-grade martial skill—Spirit Cat Step!

Xu Zhiming swept his spear horizontally, but Yu Qingqing easily dodged it.

"Too slow, too slow. You can't hit me at all."

After dodging the attack,

Yu Qingqing could not help mocking him.

The surrounding students sighed one after another.

"As expected, Xu Zhiming still can't create a miracle."

"The martial skills and resources of the top ten students crush ours. Xu Zhiming ultimately still can't win."

"I really hope Xu Zhiming wins, but reality is cruel."

Zeng Hao turned his head away.

He seemed to see Xu Zhiming being kited around by Yu Qingqing until he was exhausted and utterly defeated.

If Xu Zhiming lost, he too would not escape humiliation.

Wang Hu shook his head slightly.

Hearing the discussion around him, Yu Qingqing became even more smug.

He prepared to feint an attack.

But Xu Zhiming seemed to have no reaction, as though he had guessed his intentions.

Xu Zhiming said nothing, merely taking up a defensive stance.

With that, Yu Qingqing's plan to kite him instantly lost its effect.

Yu Qingqing snorted coldly. Avoiding battle was merely a petty trick.

Then he would let Xu Zhiming taste what it meant to be crushed by vitality and blood.

"Take my Cyclone Blade!"

Yu Qingqing did not use his full strength, intending to probe Xu Zhiming's depth first.

The long spear and saber collided.

Yu Qingqing felt a powerful electric current surge through him. His body went numb, and his leg movements slowed.

In his pupils, the spearhead rapidly enlarged.

"Nine years of compulsory education, wasted..."