Is it right to be bullied just because you're weaker?

At the school gate.

Meng Tian stood at the entrance, waiting for Xu Zhiming to come out.

He hoped today would be like the day before yesterday, where Wind Thunder Fist easily broke through to the fifth layer.

Yesterday, he practiced the fourth layer of Wind Thunder Fist all day, and his qi and blood, which had stagnated for three months, broke through from eighteen points to eighteen point one.

That zero point one was the key to him breaking through to twenty points of qi and blood.

It had him excited for quite a while, finally seeing hope.

"I hope Xu Zhiming can raise his Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth layer."

"No, that's wrong. I should hope that his Wind Thunder Fist is already at the sixth layer."

Meng Tian rubbed his crew cut, shook his head, and a smile flickered across his face.

Daydreaming in broad daylight.

The fifth layer of Wind Thunder Fist—probably not even a handful of high school students in all of Daxia had it.

Couldn't ask for too much.

Seeing Xu Zhiming walking over, he quickly waved to signal him.

"Brother Xu, over here, over here."

The two got into a taxi and headed straight for Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

A nationally renowned chain martial hall.

At the martial hall entrance.

A yellow taxi pulled to a stop.

Two youths pushed open the doors on either side, getting out almost simultaneously.

Xu Zhiming stepped out, sizing up the ten-plus-story office building before him.

Quite bright, imposing.

The four golden characters for Wind Thunder Martial Hall were written with a flowing, forceful stroke, as if carrying a majestic momentum.

"Brother Xu, follow me."

Following Meng Tian.

Xu Zhiming arrived at a training room on the fifth floor.

All kinds of weapons, qi and blood testing instruments, and so on.

Xu Zhiming gripped a long spear; its weight was noticeably heavier than the ones at school.

The spears at school weighed about fifty jin, which for him with fifteen points of qi and blood was like a kid holding a lollipop.

"A hundred jin, suitable for a tenth-level martial artist to practice with."

Meng Tian explained from the side.

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"Come on, watch me run through Wind Thunder Fist a few times first. Ask me if you don't understand."

Meng Tian nodded.

Xu Zhiming was basically his private tutor now.

He naturally wouldn't hold back on anything.

He believed Xu Zhiming wouldn't care about that five million.

The martial arts visualization method that went with Wind Thunder Fist—that was the real goal.

As long as he could teach him to master the fifth layer of Wind Thunder Fist, spending twenty million to buy Xu Zhiming the qualification for the Heavenly Thunder Rolling Meditation Method was still a sure win for him.

Xu Zhiming put down the long spear, focused his mind, and calmed his breath.

He began to throw punches.

Thunder boomed, lightning faintly flashed.

Meng Tian's eyes lit up.

The fourth layer of Wind Thunder Fist was Thunderclap, the fifth layer was Lightning Flash.

And he noticed that Xu Zhiming's qi and blood had increased a lot.

The day before yesterday, Xu Zhiming's speed wasn't this fast.

Now his speed was much faster—definitely because his qi and blood had increased, raising his physical strength.

His speed had also increased significantly.

Watching, he couldn't help but follow Xu Zhiming's movements and start throwing punches himself.

Xu Zhiming didn't stop to teach Meng Tian.

He believed that with Meng Tian's blood energy, he could clearly see his movements.

[You have diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit]

[You have diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 40x Critical Hit]

[...]

Yunshui First High School.

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 kept bowing and scraping, seeing off the teacher who ran errands for the principal.

"Offending someone you shouldn't have, truly pitiful."

"That's another ten thousand bucks saved."

Lin Yongtian reached into his pocket, rubbing the money inside, a grin spreading across his face.

It had taken quite some effort to scrape together that ten thousand yesterday.

Now that Xu Zhiming had offended the higher-ups, why the hell should he compensate Xu Zhiming?

He was sure to win tonight, win back all the money he lost last night.

He refused to believe it—nine out of ten gamblers lose, so why did it turn into ten out of ten for him?

Zhang Wei sat in the office, preparing his lessons.

"Boundless horizon..."

"Hello, yes, Director. What do you need me for?"

"A student in my class, Xu Zhiming, deliberately assaulted a teacher, and we're giving him a major demerit?"

Zhang Wei's eyes went blank. He didn't know when he'd put down his phone.

The phone sat on the desk, but his gaze grew more and more resolute.

He had to get to the bottom of this for Xu Zhiming.

Assault a teacher?

In his view, given the things Lin Yongtian had done, ending up in the hospital was perfectly normal.

A major demerit.

This was a deliberate attempt to crush Xu Zhiming.

Once a major demerit was recorded, it meant Xu Zhiming would have no future with the military or any official system.

No matter how high Xu Zhiming's blood energy was, he might not even get into a Martial Arts University.

Daxia would never nurture a student who openly bullied the weak with their strength.

Behind the scenes, high-level martial artists bullying lower-level ones happened all the time.

But if it was brought out into the open, that was a major taboo.

Zhang Wei frowned.

From what their grade director said, this order came from the school's top leader.

He remembered that Peng Sixiong liked to drink Maotai liquor.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Wei carried a bag and headed toward the principal's office.

Yunshui First High School, Principal's Office.

A man in his fifties, with thinning hair on top, a potbelly, and slightly cross-eyed.

His face was full of smiles.

He loved the feeling of power in his hands, of controlling others.

A mere C-grade aptitude student—he could manipulate him as he pleased.

Compared to advancing his own future, ruining someone else's was a trivial matter.

If Qiu Yingzong could break through to Level Thirteen Martial Artist in the college entrance exam and charge into the top three Martial Arts Universities, then he could get a promotion.

Daxia's criteria for promoting teachers were simple—mainly judged by whether they had discovered outstanding students during their teaching career.

He had been principal of Yunshui First High School for two and a half years.

His sole focus was on Qiu Yingzong's potential to break into the top three Martial Arts Universities.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Enter."

Peng Sixiong's cross-eyed gaze shifted, giving the impression he wasn't looking directly at anyone.

He didn't recognize the teacher who entered.

"Principal Peng, I'm Zhang Wei, homeroom teacher of Class 10, Grade C."

Peng Sixiong said nothing, his eyes scrutinizing Zhang Wei.

When he saw Zhang Wei pull out the item from his pocket, a smile finally crept onto his face.

"Teacher Zhang, what brings you here?"

Zhang Wei nodded, standing to the side somewhat nervously. Peng Sixiong was a Level 19 Martial Artist, so of course he was tense.

"Principal, I wanted to ask if we could rescind Xu Zhiming's demerit."

"He didn't bully the weak or bully Teacher Lin Yongtian. Lin Yongtian suspected Xu Zhiming of stealing and tried to snatch the evidence away. Xu Zhiming only held Lin Yongtian's hand."

"Xu Zhiming is my student. I know his character well. He would never do something like bullying the weak."

Hearing this, Peng Sixiong's gaze instantly turned cold.

His voice suddenly rose two octaves.

"Teacher Zhang, I personally looked into this matter. Are you implying I'm slandering Xu Zhiming?"

Zhang Wei looked at Peng Sixiong's cross-eyed stare, a trace of anger in his own eyes, and his heart sank.

He didn't understand.

Why was Peng Sixiong so set on chilling Xu Zhiming's heart?

Maybe Xu Zhiming couldn't compare to the school's top three students.

But defeating Yu Qingqing in two strikes—Xu Zhiming had already proven himself.

Aside from the top three, probably only Xu Zhiming could have done that.

"Teacher Zhang, you're a good teacher, but you can know a person's face but not their heart."

"You just left school not long ago. Some students are deep and scheming—you can't see through them."

"Leave the stuff here. Go back and reflect. I won't hold it against you."

"You're still too young. You can't see that Xu Zhiming is rotten at his core."

Zhang Wei stared blankly at Peng Sixiong.

At that moment, he felt for the first time that those cross-eyes were especially disgusting.

With a principal like this.

No wonder they were falling behind Yunshui Second High School.

No wonder so many teachers were opportunistic, only caring about the talented students.

Ever since the notice came out, there had been rumors.

That Peng Sixiong was doing this to curry favor with Qiu Yingzong on the top floor.

It really seemed that way.

"One day, you'll get what's coming to you."

Zhang Wei took back the Maotai liquor, dropped a word, and turned to leave.

Carrying the Maotai as he walked down the road.

Zhang Wei let out a sigh.

Without strength, life was truly stifling.

He wanted to fight for Xu Zhiming, but no one would listen.

He had never seen anyone so vile.

Picking on a student—what kind of skill was that?

Martial Arts Hall.

Zeng Hao saw a notice posted outside the door.

"Notice: Xu Zhiming, student of Class 10, Grade C, Senior Year..."