Teacher, Am I Doing This Reasonably?

"Nine years of compulsory education wasted? Don't you know metal conducts electricity?"

Yu Qingqing turned his head, thinking Xu Zhiming was about to strike at his skull.

Crack.

The spear tip slammed into his right shoulder, producing a crisp sound.

Yu Qingqing flew backward three or four meters, his body tumbling wildly across the ground several times.

A white token flew from his body and landed not far ahead of him.

Yu Qingqing struggled to push himself up from the ground, reaching out to grab the certificate.

But his fingers were pinned by the cold spear.

Xu Zhiming bent down and picked up the token.

Yu Qingqing stared at Xu Zhiming—this was his resource.

His eyes burned with fury, flames rising in his chest.

The moment his palm touched the icy spear, he snapped back to reality. The fire in him was doused like cold water poured over embers, a chill seeping through his bones.

How could this person be this strong?

The watching students were stunned, then erupted into cheers.

"Now I finally get why people love rooting for the protagonist in novels! Xu Zhiming is the textbook definition of a main character."

"While all of us were betting against him, Xu Zhiming shattered every doubt with one spear strike!"

"So cool. I want to train hard like Xu Zhiming from now on!"

A few people saw Yu Qingqing, who wasn't that far off from them in strength, get defeated so easily.

They exchanged glances and knew they were no match.

Especially the fourth and fifth place—they knew they could beat Yu Qingqing.

But they couldn't do it as effortlessly as Xu Zhiming.

They turned and slipped into the crowd to collect this month's rewards.

They were afraid Xu Zhiming would come for them, trying to push their rankings higher.

The B-grade class students who had been tagging along with Yu Qingqing were utterly shocked.

How could he be this strong?

Just moments ago, he'd said Yu Qingqing would easily crush this guy.

His face burned, as if someone had slapped him hard several times.

Yu Qingqing struggled to his feet, his right hand clutching his left shoulder blade.

A piercing pain.

He panicked. He was scared.

The agony in his body was excruciating; half his frame felt like it had been rammed by a truck, completely unable to channel any strength.

He stared at Xu Zhiming and said through gritted teeth.

"You definitely have more than ten points of blood energy."

Xu Zhiming tucked the token into his pocket.

He raised his spear.

Yu Qingqing fixed his gaze on Xu Zhiming, watching the spear in his hand.

His facial muscles stiffened, his body trembling slightly from fear.

He'd already lost at full strength; now injured, he was no match for Xu Zhiming at all.

But remembering that he worked for the person at the top floor, his confidence returned.

"Xu Zhiming, I'm telling you, give it back. I'm working for Qiu—"

Xu Zhiming raised his spear.

Wind Thunder Fist, fifth layer: Lightning Flash. A wisp of white electricity flickered along the spear.

A straight thrust.

Crack.

Yu Qingqing flew backward and hit the ground, unable to get up again.

"Teacher Wang, he didn't surrender. It's reasonable for me to render him unable to fight, right?"

Wang Hu nodded.

He looked at the spear in Xu Zhiming's hand—if the tip hadn't been blunted, Yu Qingqing would already have two bloody holes in him.

A thought crossed his mind. Xu Zhiming's combat instincts were excellent.

First, he defended, making his opponent underestimate him. Then, with lightning speed, he ended the fight.

What a promising lad. Why didn't he have the discerning eye to spot talent like that?

If only Sun Dasheng had lent him the Fiery Golden Eyes, he could have unearthed Xu Zhiming ahead of time.

"Fair enough, fair enough... A few classmates, take Yu Qingqing to the infirmary."

No one stepped forward. They all looked around.

"Teacher, teacher, I feel like my Wind Thunder Fist is about to break through to the fourth layer."

"Teacher, I trained martial skills today and drained my body. I have no strength left."

"Right, I'm out of strength too. I need to go back and replenish properly."

All the students quietly watched Yu Qingqing lying on the ground, their faces full of satisfaction.

The group led by Yu Qingqing and his ilk, trailing behind the top-ranked student, often spread the notion around school that hard work was useless.

They crushed others' motivation to improve themselves.

Many people had accumulated plenty of resentment toward Yu Qingqing in their minds.

Back when Yu Qingqing ranked in the top ten, they dared not say anything.

Now that Yu Qingqing was lying on the ground, they could simply refuse to help.

Zeng Hao swept his gaze over, recalling the humiliation he had suffered under Yu Qingqing's hand.

A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Why play the good guy? After how others treated him, why should he make a call?

"Classmates, let's go. Time to practice Wind Thunder Fist."

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"I wouldn't dare help Yu Qingqing up. I'm afraid he'd pull that old-person trick and say I was the one who knocked him down."

"Hahaha, that's fair. I remember some judge once said, 'If you didn't knock them down, why would you help them up?'"

"If you ask me, people like him deserve it. Can't even block one spear thrust from Xu Zhiming, and still had the nerve to steal Xu Zhiming's potion."

"Haha, I'm actually looking forward to seeing Xu Zhiming take down that top-ranked guy. Though the odds are pretty slim..."

Yu Qingqing hadn't fainted. His bones felt like they were falling apart, and he couldn't muster any strength.

No one called for help for him. No one cared.

All that came from around him were taunts and sneers.

Yu Qingqing had never endured such treatment. He was both furious and humiliated.

Overwhelmed by rage, he collapsed unconscious.

Xu Zhiming glanced at Yu Qingqing.

Both had doubled their blood energy, but the fifth-layer Wind Thunder Fist granted him a sliver of Lightning Force.

That single thread of Lightning Force was enough to give him an edge in battle.

When his spear touched an opponent's body or weapon, the electric current would paralyze them for an instant.

A brief instant was enough to decide victory or defeat.

Xu Zhiming felt a flicker of anticipation for the sixth-layer Wind Thunder Fist.

Defeating Yu Qingqing also let him vent some pent-up frustration.

He knew there was still someone on the top floor.

That person was the one who had soured the entire school's atmosphere.

Qiu Zongying.

Rumor had it he was already a Level Twelve Martial Artist, with blood energy exceeding fifty points, and was pushing toward Level Thirteen.

Xu Zhiming knew he wasn't that person's match for now.

Not now, but in a while, he could crush him in an instant.

Xu Zhiming didn't like evenly matched fights.

He only wanted to obliterate his opponent, then go back to training martial skills and raising his strength.

That was why, after defeating Yu Qingqing, he turned around and returned to his spot to train.

Wang Hu shook his head and called the school infirmary.

Then he sent a message to the teacher of the school's strongest Special Training Class.

Learning that the teacher was out in the wild hunting demon beasts.

Wang Hu couldn't help but marvel as he watched Xu Zhiming.

The blood energy Xu Zhiming had displayed in that fight was definitely more than twelve points.

Even with a mortal-grade aptitude cultivating a martial visualization method, blood energy couldn't rise this fast.

Then there are only two possibilities.

The first possibility is that Xu Zhiming suddenly had an epiphany and his comprehension improved.

The second is that there exists something better than A-grade aptitude—bloodline?!

Wang Hu shook his head. The probability of the second possibility was too small to consider.

Whether it was the second or not, two months later at the college entrance exam, when the authorities retested his aptitude, they would know.

"Xu Zhiming... I wonder if he can train Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth layer."

"The sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist has the effect of tempering one's aptitude for those below the tenth rank."

"It's said that paired with the corresponding Martial Dao Visualization Chart, the tempering effect is even better, but that chart is too expensive."

Wang Hu felt a flicker of anticipation in his heart. Maybe it was possible.

In a corner on the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

Xu Zhiming remembered that the sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist could improve one's aptitude.

He planned to spend more time training the sixth layer.

With improved aptitude, the absorption of potions would also increase.

The beneficial energy contained within the potions was the same.

The higher the aptitude, the more one could absorb from the same potion, and the greater the increase in qi and blood.

Official data showed that with the same bottle of E-grade Azure Potion, someone with D-grade aptitude could absorb enough to increase their qi and blood by about 0.2, while someone with B-grade aptitude could increase it by 0.3.

Having good aptitude also came with its own troubles—at the same realm, one's qi and blood were stronger, but the resources consumed were also greater.

Before practicing his fists, he needed to go collect the rewards for being in the top ten.

He also wanted to claim the rewards he had missed for breaking through to the fifth and sixth ranks.

At the Yunshui First High School Potion Room.

A man in his thirties, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, counted the white number plates in his hand and blew out a puff of smoke.

A smile crept onto his lips.

"This month, there are another ten students who broke through to the fifth rank and two who broke through to the sixth, all coming to ask me for their bonuses."

"Reporting it up will get me some pocket money too."

The man took a deep drag of his cigarette, a smug smile spreading across his face.

Every month, that added up to six or seven thousand yuan.

He didn't dare embezzle the rewards for students with B-grade aptitude.

But the rewards for those D-grade trash? He could still skim a bit off the top.

Lin Tianyong couldn't quite understand.

Why didn't Great Xia give out more rewards?

Breaking through to the fifth rank only got you five hundred, the sixth rank a thousand, the seventh rank fifteen hundred—if they doubled it, wouldn't that be better?

Then wouldn't he get even more in his hands?

Lin Yongtian rubbed his face. Tonight, he could go out and have some fun again.

He had to win back all the money he'd lost before.

Just then.

Lin Yongtian saw a male student walking over.

That unlucky bastard the school used to appease the top-ranked student?

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