"Announcement: Xu Zhiming, a student of Class 10, Grade C, Senior Year, relied on his powerful vitality and blood to injure a classmate excessively during a sparring match.
"Furthermore, while collecting potions, he attempted to forcibly take additional potions from a teacher. He is hereby given a major demerit."
"Students of Yunshui First High School, take this as a warning. Martial artists should not use their strength to bully the weak."
Zeng Hao stared at the scene and rubbed the crust from the corners of his eyes.
He thought the gunk had blurred his vision.
He picked it off and flicked it away.
Only then did he understand why Xu Zhiming had not come.
If he had been falsely accused, he would have been furious enough to leave too.
Many students who practiced Wind Thunder Fist gathered here one after another.
"Fuck! Yu Qingqing is fucking shameless! It was clearly an open fight. Getting hurt was perfectly normal."
"Did the school even investigate? Did they ask any of us witnesses? They're fucking lying with their eyes wide open!"
"Teacher Wang Hu should know what happened. Let's go ask Teacher Wang Hu."
Zeng Hao led a group of students to find Wang Hu.
Every one of them had a ball of fire bottled up in his chest.
All of these students who practiced Wind Thunder Fist owed Xu Zhiming a favor for watching him practice.
Whenever there was something they did not understand, Xu Zhiming would explain it to them after finishing his punches.
At Wind Thunder Martial Hall, hiring a dedicated teacher cost two thousand yuan for a single one-hour class.
Zeng Hao spoke up.
"Teacher Wang Hu, the school never even asked us anything. Why are they saying Xu Zhiming used his strength to bully the weak?"
Wang Hu was dumbfounded. Xu Zhiming had used his strength to bully the weak? He did not know anything about that either.
After several students explained what had happened, he finally understood.
"I'll go take a look."
A few minutes later.
Wang Hu looked at the students, unsure how to explain it for a moment.
He knew very well what was going on.
It was probably Qiu Yingzong upstairs deliberately targeting Xu Zhiming.
Between the two students, Peng Sixiong had chosen Qiu Yingzong.
"Perhaps there has been some misunderstanding at the school. I'll go explain it to them."
Wang Hu was deeply disappointed. With those people around, the school's atmosphere would never improve.
He should strive to get promoted a rank this year and jump ship to Yunshui Second High School.
Hearing the explanation, the fury on Zeng Hao's face faded, his boiling blood seeming to have been plunged into ice water.
He looked around. There were more than fifty senior-year students practicing Wind Thunder Fist.
"Is anyone willing to come with me and seek justice for Xu Zhiming?"
"I'm going to write a letter and report this to the Martial Arts Education Bureau. I refuse to believe that students with poor aptitude deserve to be bullied."
Some of the students looked at Zeng Hao, then lowered their heads one after another.
"Zeng Hao, if the school made this decision, there must be a reason."
"If we go, will we get major demerits too?"
"Our arms can't twist thighs. We'd better not go."
As Zeng Hao listened to some of his classmates speak, it was as though someone had doused the fire in his chest head-on until it was soaked through.
He met the eyes of the more than fifty students, but most of them lowered their heads.
"Fine. Fine, you're all something else. You don't even have a martial artist's vitality and blood."
"Those willing to go with me, come with me."
Zeng Hao did not know what he was doing this for.
Perhaps it was because the school ignored students with poor aptitude like them.
Perhaps he wanted to prove that he was not a coward.
Very soon.
Zeng Hao wrote out a detailed account of what had happened and was willing to guarantee it with himself.
"One, two, three... eleven, twelve."
Zeng Hao looked at the twelve names on it.
Then he looked around at the classmates gathered nearby.
For some reason, he felt a little bleak.
Then he accepted it.
Even he had been told by Yu Qingqing that Xu Zhiming's efforts were useless.
It was only natural for others to be too afraid to write down their names.
Perhaps these twelve names might even end up on a roll of honor.
"I'm going. You all keep practicing."
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Wang Hu looked at Zeng Hao.
This kid was interesting.
In such a short time, he had already thought of filing a complaint.
He lightly patted Zeng Hao on the shoulder.
"Let's go. I'll take you there. It isn't safe outside, so I'll escort you to the Cloud Water City Martial Arts Education Department."
Zeng Hao turned to look at Wang Hu. He had originally thought Wang Hu was afraid too.
"As a teacher, I'm worried something might happen to students going out. It's perfectly reasonable for me to go with them, right?"
Wang Hu lit a cigarette and walked ahead.
He did not plan to stay much longer anyway. He might as well do something for these students who still had fire in their hearts.
A dozen or so students did not carry enough weight. Even with him, their teacher, perhaps it still would not be enough.
Even if it was not enough, they still had to do it.
Zeng Hao looked at Wang Hu's back. He was not even one meter seventy tall, yet at that moment, he seemed somewhat tall and imposing.
"It has to work! I've had enough of this school's atmosphere!"
"Unfortunately, the College Entrance Exam is so close. Transferring schools is far too difficult, and Yunshui Second High School won't want students like us who don't work hard."
"I don't think it'll work. Xu Zhiming has only reached the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist. It only means his comprehension is decent—not enough to draw attention."
Some were furious and hopeful, practicing martial techniques with anger in their hearts; others were disheartened and dejected, no longer practicing martial techniques.
Twelve o'clock.
Xu Zhiming drank a bottle of the Energy Potion Meng Tian had given him and continued practicing his punches.
You diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist five hundred times, triggering an 80x Critical Hit You diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 50x Critical Hit You diligently refined the potion. Vitality and blood increased by 0.08, triggering a 30x Critical Hit. Vitality and blood increased by 2.4 Vitality and blood: 17.49
Meng Tian looked at Xu Zhiming, and the corners of his mouth could not help twitching.
He had not expected Xu Zhiming to practice punches so crazily.
All along, he had been someone who practiced martial techniques diligently at Yunshui Second High School.
Yet he had encountered a Desperate Man even more reckless than himself.
Xu Zhiming wiped away his sweat. Today, he had not practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves, focusing solely on Wind Thunder Fist.
The results were extremely apparent.
In around an hour and a half, he could practice it one hundred times.
Now, whenever Xu Zhiming performed Wind Thunder Fist once, the lowest Critical Hit he triggered was thirty or forty times.
One round of his punches was equivalent to thirty or forty rounds for someone else.
No matter how difficult Wind Thunder Fist was to practice, how many Critical Hits could it withstand?
Xu Zhiming was confident he could train Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level within a month.
He immersed himself in the ever-rising Critical Hit multipliers of Wind Thunder Fist.
Five in the afternoon.
Meng Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead and quietly watched Xu Zhiming. Beyond his shock, admiration rose in his heart.
He had originally thought that, with his vitality and blood far exceeding Xu Zhiming's, Xu Zhiming would surely be the first to give out while practicing Wind Thunder Fist.
In the end, he was the one who gave out first.
He had never experienced training in martial techniques at such intensity.
"No wonder he was able to comprehend the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist."
He silently sighed in his heart.
That afternoon, Xu Zhiming had someone deliver a bottle of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood potion.
You diligently refined the potion. Vitality and blood increased by 0.04, triggering a 50x Critical Hit Vitality and blood: 18.00
In one day, he had refined three bottles of Monster Beast Essence Blood potion.
His vitality and blood had risen from just over fourteen to eighteen.
Eighteen was the limit of the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist. To continue improving, he needed to reach the sixth level.
He lightly pounded his shoulder. Even with his vitality and blood at eighteen, high-intensity martial technique practice still left him somewhat sore.
"Perform it once for me to see."
Meng Tian nodded heavily.
After one round of Wind Thunder Fist, Xu Zhiming frowned.
There had been some improvement, but it was not significant.
"I have a method that might help you improve faster. Do you want to try it?"
Meng Tian nodded hard.
"Okay!!"
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