At the school gate.
Meng Tian stood by the entrance, waiting for Xu Zhiming to come out.
He hoped that today would be like the day before yesterday, and that Wind Thunder Fist would easily break through to the fifth level.
After practicing the fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist for an entire day yesterday, his vitality, which had been stagnant for three months, broke through from eighteen points to eighteen point one.
That zero point one was the key to breaking through twenty points of vitality.
It had left him excited for a long time. At last, he could see hope.
"I hope Xu Zhiming's Wind Thunder Fist can rise to the sixth level."
"No, that's not right. I should hope that his Wind Thunder Fist was already at the sixth level."
Meng Tian rubbed his crew cut, shook his head, and a smile flashed across his face.
What was he dreaming about in broad daylight?
The fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist—among all high school students in Great Xia, there were probably only a handful who had reached it.
He could not ask for too much.
When he saw Xu Zhiming approaching, he hurriedly waved.
"Brother Xu, over here!"
The two got into a taxi and headed straight for Wind Thunder Martial Hall.
Wind Thunder Martial Hall.
A renowned chain of Martial Halls nationwide.
Outside the Martial Hall.
A yellow taxi pulled up.
Two youths pushed open the doors on opposite sides and got out almost simultaneously.
After getting out, Xu Zhiming sized up the ten-plus-story office building before him.
It was bright and imposing.
The four golden characters, Wind Thunder Martial Hall, swept like dragons and serpents in flight, seemingly carrying a vast and majestic aura.
"Brother Xu, follow me."
Following Meng Tian.
Xu Zhiming arrived at a Training Room on the fifth floor.
There were all kinds of weapons, Vitality Testing Devices, and more.
Xu Zhiming gripped a long spear. It was clearly much heavier than the ones at school.
The long spears at school weighed around fifty jin. To someone with his fifteen points of vitality, they were like lollipops in a child's hand.
"One hundred jin, suitable for Level 10 Martial Artists to practice with."
Meng Tian explained from the side.
Xu Zhiming nodded.
"Come on. Watch me perform Wind Thunder Fist a few times first. Ask me if you don't understand anything."
Meng Tian nodded.
Xu Zhiming was practically his private instructor now.
Naturally, he would not stand on ceremony if he had questions.
He believed Xu Zhiming would not care about that five million yuan.
The martial arts visualization method paired with Wind Thunder Fist was the true objective.
As long as Xu Zhiming could teach him the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist, spending twenty million to buy him the qualification for the Heavenly Thunder Rolling Meditation Method would still be a guaranteed profit.
Xu Zhiming set down the spear, focused his mind, and calmed his breath.
Then he began to punch.
Thunder rumbled, and electric light flickered faintly.
Meng Tian's eyes lit up.
The fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist was Thunderclap. The fifth level was Lightning Flash.
Moreover, he discovered that Xu Zhiming's vitality had increased by a great deal.
The day before yesterday, Xu Zhiming had not been this fast.
Now he was much faster. His vitality must have risen, increasing his body's strength.
His speed had increased greatly as well.
As he watched, he could not help following Xu Zhiming's movements and practicing the fist technique himself.
Xu Zhiming did not stop to teach Meng Tian.
He believed that with Meng Tian's vitality, he could clearly see his movements.
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Yunshui First High School.
The pharmacy room.
A teacher found Lin Yongtian and retrieved the surveillance footage.
Before leaving, he warned Lin Yongtian.
"Remember, say that he attacked you for no reason."
Lin Yongtian repeatedly bowed and saw off the teacher responsible for running errands for the principal.
"What a pity, provoking someone he shouldn't have provoked."
"I can save another ten thousand yuan."
Lin Yongtian reached into his pocket and stroked the money inside, the corners of his mouth splitting into a grin.
It had taken quite a bit of effort to scrape together that ten thousand yuan yesterday.
Now that Xu Zhiming had offended the leadership, why the hell would he compensate Xu Zhiming?
He would definitely win tonight and win back every cent he had lost last night.
He refused to believe it. Nine out of ten gamblers lost—how had it become ten losses out of ten for him?
Zhang Wei sat in his office preparing lessons.
"The vast horizon..."
"Hello, Director. What is it?"
"A student in our class, Xu Zhiming, deliberately assaulted a teacher and is receiving a major demerit?"
Zhang Wei's eyes went blank. At some point, he had lowered his phone.
He set the phone on the desk, his gaze growing increasingly resolute.
He had to get to the bottom of this for Xu Zhiming.
Assaulting a teacher?
In his eyes, considering the things Lin Yongtian had done, it would have been perfectly normal for him to be beaten into the hospital.
A major demerit.
They were clearly trying to crush Xu Zhiming to death.
Once he received a major demerit, it meant Xu Zhiming would have no future with the military or any of the official systems.
No matter how high Xu Zhiming's vitality was, he might not be able to enter Martial Arts University.
Great Xia could not possibly cultivate students who flaunted their strength and bullied the weak in public.
Behind closed doors, high-level Martial Artists bullied lower-level ones all the time.
But if it was laid out in the open, that was a grave taboo.
Zhang Wei frowned.
He had heard from the grade director that the order had come from the school's top authority.
He remembered that Peng Sixiong liked Maotai.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Wei carried a bag toward the principal's office.
The principal's office at Yunshui First High School.
A man in his fifties with thinning hair, a potbelly, and slightly crossed eyes.
His face was full of smiles.
He enjoyed holding power in his hands, the feeling of controlling others.
A mere student with C-grade aptitude—he could squeeze him however he pleased.
Compared to advancing his own prospects, ruining someone else's future was nothing more than a trivial matter.
If Qiu Yingzong could break through to become a Level Thirteen Martial Artist during the College Entrance Exam and contend for one of the top three Martial Arts Universities, he could get promoted.
Great Xia's criteria for promoting teachers were simple. It mainly depended on whether they had discovered outstanding students during their teaching careers.
He had served as principal of Yunshui First High School for two and a half years.
It was precisely because he had his eye on Qiu Yingzong's potential to enter one of the top three Martial Arts Universities.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Come in."
Peng Sixiong's crossed eyes shifted, making it seem as though he never looked anyone straight in the eye.
He did not recognize the teacher who entered.
"Principal Peng, I'm Zhang Wei, homeroom teacher of Class 10, Grade C."
Peng Sixiong said nothing, studying Zhang Wei with his gaze.
When he saw what Zhang Wei had brought in the bag, a smile finally appeared on his face.
"Teacher Zhang, what brings you here?"
Zhang Wei nodded. Standing at the side, he seemed somewhat uneasy. Peng Sixiong was a Level 19 Martial Artist, so of course he was nervous.
"Principal, I wanted to ask whether Xu Zhiming's major demerit could be revoked."
"He did not flaunt his strength and bully Lin Yongtian. Lin Yongtian suspected Xu Zhiming of stealing someone else's belongings and wanted to snatch away the evidence. Only then did Xu Zhiming grab Lin Yongtian's hand."
"Xu Zhiming is my student. I know his character very well. He would never do something like bullying the weak with his strength."
Upon hearing this, Peng Sixiong's gaze immediately turned cold.
His voice abruptly rose two notches.
"Teacher Zhang, I personally investigated this matter. Are you saying that I'm framing Xu Zhiming?"
Zhang Wei looked at Peng Sixiong's crossed eyes. There was a trace of anger in his own gaze, while his heart turned ice-cold in an instant.
He did not understand.
Why did Peng Sixiong have to break Xu Zhiming's heart?
Perhaps Xu Zhiming was inferior to the school's top three students.
But with two spear strikes, he had defeated Yu Qingqing. Xu Zhiming had already proven himself.
Other than the top three, Xu Zhiming was probably the only one who could do that.
"Teacher Zhang, you're a good teacher, but knowing a face does not mean knowing a heart."
"You haven't been out of school for long. Some students are deeply calculating, and you can't see through them."
"Leave the things here. Go back and reflect properly. I won't blame you."
"You're still too young. You can't see that Xu Zhiming's nature is rotten."
Zhang Wei stared blankly at Peng Sixiong.
At that moment, for the first time, he found those crossed eyes exceptionally disgusting.
With a principal like this.
No wonder Yunshui Second High School had pulled so far ahead of them.
No wonder so many teachers were so profit-driven, caring only about students with good aptitude.
Ever since the news had come out, there had been rumors.
Peng Sixiong had done this to curry favor with Qiu Yingzong on the top floor.
It really did seem to be the case.
"One day, you'll suffer retribution for this."
Zhang Wei took back the Maotai, threw down those words, and turned to leave.
As he walked down the road carrying the Maotai.
Zhang Wei sighed.
Having no strength was truly suffocating.
He wanted to fight for Xu Zhiming, but they would not listen to him at all.
He had never seen someone so vile.
What kind of ability was it to bully a student?
Martial Hall.
Zeng Hao saw a notice posted outside the door.
"Notice: Xu Zhiming, a Grade C Class 10 senior student..."
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