Brother Xu, you must have taken an All-Purpose Great Tonic Pill!

"Brother Xu, tell me—what other methods are there?"

"If you want to comprehend it better, you need to experience it firsthand."

Xu Zhiming rose and stood before Meng Tian.

"Experience for yourself the feeling of lightning and electric current."

Meng Tian swallowed.

"Can I fight back?"

Xu Zhiming shook his head. "No, you have to take it."

Meng Tian closed his eyes and extended his palm.

"Brother Xu, please be gentle with me."

Xu Zhiming's mouth twitched—he made it sound like something else entirely.

It wasn't as if he'd trained in Chengdu.

"Alright."

Xu Zhiming moved, landing a light punch on Meng Tian's palm.

Lightning flickered. Meng Tian's body jerked, the hair on his head standing on end, wisps of green smoke rising.

"Focus on feeling the thunderous force of the Wind Thunder Fist."

Meng Tian opened his eyes and looked at Xu Zhiming with great grievance.

"Brother Xu, did you use your full strength?"

Xu Zhiming shook his head.

"If I used my full strength, you'd be lying on the ground."

Meng Tian didn't believe it.

"Brother Xu, I don't buy it. I practice the lightning-type Rolling Heavenly Thunder—my lightning resistance is way stronger than others."

"If you weren't using full power, I wouldn't have my hair standing on end from the shock."

"Do you want to experience full power? It might be faster."

Xu Zhiming stared at Meng Tian with utter seriousness.

Meng Tian felt a chill under Xu Zhiming's gaze.

"Brother Xu, test your blood vitality—let me see what it's at."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

His blood vitality was eighteen points.

Showing off his strength was fine too—it would let Meng Tian understand his level clearly, so he wouldn't keep doubting him.

Meng Tian's eyes fell on the instrument.

He guessed Xu Zhiming's blood vitality should be between fourteen and fifteen points.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been shocked numb all over.

Once the Wind Thunder Fist reached the fifth layer, raising blood vitality was relatively straightforward.

In three months, Xu Zhiming had a high chance of pushing his blood vitality to eighteen points.

If Xu Zhiming broke through to the sixth layer of the Wind Thunder Fist—

Forget other factions, the Wind Thunder Martial Hall would definitely be willing to pay a heavy price to recruit him.

"Your blood vitality is 18 points, a decrease of 0.1 from yesterday."

"..."

The mechanical announcement rang out.

Meng Tian thought he'd misheard and quickly walked over to the instrument. There it was, indeed: 18 blood vitality.

This speed of blood vitality increase was absurdly fast.

At that moment, Meng Tian could no longer underestimate Xu Zhiming in his heart.

With all those resources, he himself had only just broken through to eighteen blood vitality.

Xu Zhiming, relying on his own effort, had already caught up to him!

"Brother Xu, you definitely ate an All-Purpose Great Tonic Pill!"

He remembered that the day before yesterday, Xu Zhiming's blood vitality had felt like only a dozen or so points.

He must have been hiding his true blood vitality.

Because those few idiots from No. 1 High had pushed too far, Xu Zhiming had stopped concealing it.

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"It might be that I accidentally ate something. Lately, my blood vitality has been rising a bit faster than before."

Meng Tian had no doubts about this.

As long as his martial skills were trained to a sufficient level, raising his blood qi was comparatively not that difficult.

If the human body was compared to a wooden bucket, and blood qi to water, the amount of water a wooden bucket could hold was normally fixed.

Martial arts like the Martial Dao Meditation Technique and the Wind Thunder Fist, which were relatively special, could make the bucket taller and wider.

Making the bucket taller and wider was a very slow process.

But once it was raised, the speed of pouring water in became much faster.

However, Xu Zhiming's speed of pouring water was too fast, fast enough to shock Meng Tian.

This was the reason he wasn't worried about blood qi.

As long as he built his foundation to twenty points, he could improve rapidly, far surpassing Xu Zhiming's speed.

"Brother Xu, I believe you can definitely get me to the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist within three months."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"Keep training. We'll go back after the Wind Thunder Martial Hall closes."

Meng Tian's face twisted in bitterness.

Usually at five in the afternoon, he was already lying down at home.

Today, he was being punished.

Looking at Xu Zhiming's gaze, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

Xu Zhiming's blood qi was about the same as his. If someone else could endure, he could endure too.

"Ahhh..."

From time to time, Meng Tian's miserable screams rang out in the Training Room.

Meng Tian gave up on fixing his spiky hair back down. Tomorrow, he'd get a buzz cut.

He could clearly sense that after being electrocuted by Xu Zhiming, his blood qi was slowly rising, and his understanding of the Wind Thunder Fist was gradually deepening.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Xu Zhiming, who was still focused on practicing his fists.

Meng Tian's admiration grew, and at the same time, a surge of unwillingness to lose welled up inside him.

Xu Zhiming had C-grade aptitude and could train to the fifth level of the Wind Thunder Fist.

He definitely could too!

Xu Zhiming didn't pay attention to Meng Tian's movements.

He occasionally went over to electrocute Meng Tian.

In this process, he vaguely sensed something off about Meng Tian.

There was a very powerful force hidden inside his body, as if sealed by some kind of power.

His own blood qi had broken through to eighteen points and could no longer increase.

Watching Meng Tian improve at an extremely slow pace only further spurred his desire to break through to the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist.

[You have diligently practiced the Wind Thunder Fist seven hundred times, triggering a 100x Critical Hit.]

[You have diligently practiced the Wind Thunder Fist nine hundred times, triggering a 120x Critical Hit.]

[...]

Xu Zhiming practiced a few dozen more times, and his body began to tire.

"Alright, time to clock out."

Xu Zhiming waved at Meng Tian, grabbed his clothes, and left.

Meng Tian waved back. He was really too exhausted.

"Brother Xu, I won't see you off. Too tired."

Xu Zhiming nodded, turned, and entered the elevator.

After watching Xu Zhiming leave, Meng Tian dragged his sore body, his face full of exhaustion, over to the blood qi testing device.

"Blood qi: 18.15. An increase of 0.05 from the last test."

Hearing the cold announcement, Meng Tian felt his whole-body fatigue vanish. He could still withstand two more electric shocks from the Wind Thunder Fist!

The Wind Thunder Fist combined with Rolling Heavenly Thunder could indeed raise the upper limit.

"My hair's almost burnt to a crisp. I'm going to get teased by my sister when I get back."

After the excitement faded, the exhaustion hit him again.

He took a Qi-Blood Photo and sent it to his older sister.

"So? I told you my choice was definitely right."

A flicker of anticipation crossed Meng Tian's face.

He hoped his sister would acknowledge his persistence in training the Wind Thunder Fist.

"Not bad. But don't get too excited until you break through to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist."

Meng Tian snorted, turned around, and went downstairs to hail a cab home.

After Xu Zhiming left Wind Thunder Martial Hall, he headed toward the nearby mall.

He didn't have to worry about potions for now, so he could go buy something he wanted to eat.

Like hotpot.

Ever since he came to this High Martial World, he hadn't eaten hotpot outside.

All to save money for the final sprint in the last few months.

He remembered Zeng Hao once saying there was a hotpot place in Cloud Water Mall that was pretty good.

Finishing hotpot by eight o'clock, then taking a cab home—that should work out fine.

He lowered his head and sent a message to Zeng Hao, getting the name of the hotpot place.

Cloud Water One-Dragon Service Hotpot.

Xu Zhiming felt the name of this hotpot place was a bit shady.

He had just arrived at the outer plaza of Cloud Water Mall.

He saw a crowd gathered around.

He ignored it, thinking it was some street performance or people watching a spectacle.

His attention was entirely on a photo inside his phone.

He tapped to enlarge it; inside was a notice.

Xu Zhiming's calm eyes instantly sharpened like lightning.

"Me, bullying the weak and oppressing Lin Yongtian?"

Xu Zhiming laughed.

He finally understood the saying: when you're speechless, you laugh.

"Xu Zhiming, I'm a bit sorry about this."

Just then, Zeng Hao sent a message.

"More than ten of us found the Cloud Water City Martial Arts Ministry of Education, and with Teacher Wang Hu's help, we filed a joint complaint—but it was useless."

"They said giving you a major demerit was the school's decision, and you, as the person involved, need to handle it yourself."

Inside a certain house, lights flickered.

Faint roars could be heard.

"Zeng Hao, are you stupid? Reporting the principal! The principal is someone you can afford to offend?"

"Your cousin got beaten up, and you're not going to see him? In the future, your cousin can get into Martial Arts University—we need to build a good relationship with him early."

Zeng Hao put down his phone, listening to his mother's roar, a nameless anger swelling in his chest.

Xu Zhiming was silent for a moment. He no longer had any appetite for hotpot.

He wanted to vent the rage burning in his chest.

Thunder rumbled faintly from the horizon.

"Everyone, get out of my way! Come any closer, and I'll kill this little girl!"

At that moment, a furious shout rang out from a distance.

Xu Zhiming turned his head and saw a man with a twisted face, one hand gripping a little girl by the throat.

"Scum of the Wheel Turning Cult, what do you think you're doing!"

"Move it now! Didn't you hear what I fucking said!"

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