"This time, the rewards for the Top 100 in Qi-Blood are very generous."
"With your current qi-blood, you might be able to enter the Top 100. You can give it a try."
A slightly chilly wind blew past.
Xu Zhiming felt a warmth in his heart. Zhang Wei had come specifically to tell him this, which showed how important it was.
"Brother Wei, what does first place get?"
Zhang Wei knew Xu Zhiming would ask that.
He felt that with Xu Zhiming's current qi-blood, he had a chance of charging into the Top 100.
The top fifty, however, would be somewhat difficult.
"First place receives resource rewards worth more than five million, as well as a B-grade Martial Skill."
"Second place receives three million in resources and one C-grade Martial Skill."
"Third place receives two million in resources and one C-grade Martial Skill."
"The following seven places receive between one and one-and-a-half million in resource rewards."
After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he saw Xu Zhiming's eyes light up and knew he had stirred up his fighting spirit.
"Even the lowest-ranked among the Top 100 gets resource rewards worth one hundred thousand."
"If your qi-blood enters the Top 100, you'll be qualified to see the good thing left behind by a Level 70 powerhouse."
Xu Zhiming became interested.
A Level 70 powerhouse?
If someone like that made a move, all of Cloud Water City would be reduced to ruins.
"Brother Wei, what good thing is it?"
Zhang Wei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and shook his head slightly.
"They didn't say. They only said the Top 100 would be qualified. It's probably something good."
"There's still one month left. You can work hard and give it a try."
As Xu Zhiming listened to Zhang Wei, his mind kept turning.
Only the top hundred students across all three cities would qualify. They were clearly selecting students with decent talent.
They were making it so mysterious. It ought to be a good thing.
He weighed the potions in his hand. It was just the right time to use them.
They were still high school students, in the foundation-laying stage. Level Ten Martial Artists were extremely rare.
At Yunshui First High School, there were at most the three people on the top floor.
"Alright, Brother Wei. I'll work hard."
Zhang Wei patted Xu Zhiming on the shoulder.
"Work hard. Help your Brother Wei earn himself an Excellent Teacher title."
Xu Zhiming burst out laughing.
"It definitely won't get away."
The two walked together and chatted for a while longer.
Then Zhang Wei turned to head home. He had a date with his girlfriend tonight.
He needed to go back, tidy himself up, and bring a small gift along.
He had not seen his girlfriend for a long time, and he had saved up quite a bit.
Xu Zhiming, meanwhile, returned to the Martial Arts Hall and continued practicing Wind Thunder Fist.
He had not yet pushed himself to today's limit, so he did not feel tired.
As his qi-blood rose, his body's recovery ability had improved considerably as well.
There were still more than twenty days left. He would strive to take first place.
First, he would set a small goal: raise his qi-blood to twenty points, and strive to surpass twenty points.
You practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 20x Critical Hit.
The clock in the Martial Arts Hall creaked as its hands turned.
From time to time, students gradually dragged their exhausted bodies away.
Looking at Xu Zhiming in the corner, who seemed not to know fatigue, they could not help but shake their heads.
What a beast.
The first floor of the Martial Arts Hall gradually fell quiet.
Six o'clock.
Only three people remained on the first floor, still practicing martial skills.
Zeng Hao's hands trembled as he put on his coat. An unprecedented wave of exhaustion swept through him.
Watching Xu Zhiming's punches grow faster and faster, he admired him more and more.
"Strong qi-blood really is great. You can punch like that and still not get tired."
Xu Zhiming nodded slightly without stopping to say anything.
You practiced Wind Thunder Fist two hundred times, triggering a 50x Critical Hit.
A massive electric current surged through Xu Zhiming's body, traveling across every inch of him. His qi-blood increased by 0.1.
The Critical Hits triggered by practicing Wind Thunder Fist today had clearly been much higher than yesterday's.
The panel's saying that the harder he worked, the more Critical Hits he got had not deceived him.
With the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist and eighteen points of qi-blood, he should reach the limit tomorrow.
He had to break through to the sixth level before his qi-blood could reach twenty points.
Xu Zhiming took a deep breath. He was a little tired now.
But he could still keep going.
"E-grade Potions really are good. I practiced all day and still haven't felt hungry."
"Tomorrow, I'll try drinking Monster Beast Essence Blood. After practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves for another hour, I'll head back."
You diligently practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit.
Half an hour later.
Wang Hu panted heavily and placed the key to the Martial Arts Hall beside Xu Zhiming's clothes.
"You open up tomorrow."
Xu Zhiming nodded.
"Alright."
Wang Hu sighed. What a King of Inner Rolled.
Once Xu Zhiming started practicing a martial skill, no matter who spoke to him, he would not stop.
Such a pure martial artist existed only in legends.
After resting briefly, Wang Hu smoked a cigarette and left.
You diligently practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 50x Critical Hit.
Xu Zhiming stopped to absorb the insights, sensing that his qi-blood had risen slightly.
"Eight o'clock. Time to head back."
Xu Zhiming put on his clothes and carried all of today's potions home.
Cloud Water City First Hospital.
Ward 213.
On the hospital bed, a green-haired fatty groaned nonstop.
Both of Yu Qingqing's shoulders were wrapped in bandages, and his face was filled with pain.
Even moving his hand to swipe the screen would pull at his injuries and bring waves of searing pain.
When he thought of Xu Zhiming's strength, a trace of fear flashed through his eyes.
He sent a message to the school's number one.
"Brother Qiu, that student who stole first place from you in the cultural subjects defeated me."
"I estimate his qi-blood is around thirteen points, and I can't rule out the possibility that he's hiding some of it."
Yu Qingqing waited quietly and expectantly for a reply.
He could only pray that Qiu Yingzong had not yet entered seclusion to prepare for a breakthrough to Level Twelve Martial Artist.
Otherwise, Qiu Yingzong would need at least another three days before standing up for him.
He did not want to wait even one day.
Beep beep beep...
A message notification sounded.
Yu Qingqing endured the pain and opened the message.
He felt as though the sky had fallen.
"Trash. I personally coached you, yet you still couldn't beat an orphan."
"You're no longer worthy of being my dog."
Seeing the message, Yu Qingqing could not help clenching his phone tightly in both hands.
"Hisss..."
He pulled at his wounds, and the pain made him bare his teeth.
He had followed Qiu Yingzong and targeted Xu Zhiming for this very reason.
He had heard that Qiu Yingzong seemed to have a background and wanted to follow him.
It was common for weak martial artists to join a faction in search of protection.
"Brother Qiu, I..."
"Shut up. Even the dogs my family keeps are more useful than you."
Yu Qingqing still wanted to explain, only to discover that he had already been blocked.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His fat body trembled continuously on the bed.
The sky had fallen.
The doctor had just told him that treating his injuries would cost one hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand. Not only would he have to empty his private savings, he would also have to ask his family for money.
And he would need to recover for at least two months.
It took a hundred days to heal injured muscles and bones. As a Level Nine Martial Artist, his recovery ability was stronger than an ordinary person's.
For these two months, he could not practice martial arts at full strength. His qi-blood would stagnate and affect his sprint toward the College Entrance Exam.
Yu Qingqing somewhat regretted provoking Xu Zhiming.
If he had not provoked Xu Zhiming, he could have continued following behind Qiu Yingzong and drinking the soup.
"It's all because of you, Xu Zhiming. Once I recover, I'll definitely find a way to take revenge on you!"
At the same time.
The top floor of the Martial Arts Hall.
One of the three Training Rooms.
A phone began beeping.
"Principal Peng, I'm very troubled right now. Someone is affecting my breakthrough to Level Thirteen Martial Artist. If I'm happy, perhaps I can break through to Level Thirteen."
"His name is Xu Zhiming."
"I'll handle it. Focus on your breakthrough. As long as you can get into one of the top three Martial Arts Universities, remember this: it's a transaction."
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