Explode in Silence

Xu Zhiming twisted the door handle lightly with his right hand, pushed it open, then closed the door behind him.

The cluttered files piled on the desk still couldn't hide that pale blue glass bottle.

He saw the potion placed on the table.

One bottle.

Many thoughts flashed through Xu Zhiming's mind, his gaze growing calmer and calmer.

His tightly clenched fist loosened and tightened again, veins bulging.

"Xu Zhiming, your homeroom teacher is useless, too weak in strength. I tried to fight for you with the school." "They said even with hard work, C-grade aptitude is just trash." "The potions were snatched away. I don't even know what excuse they used to take them."

Xu Zhiming picked up the potion.

One bottle would do. It's still ten thousand yuan.

If it were before, he'd swallow it without a word.

Now, no matter who it was.

Whoever took what was his would pay the price sooner or later.

"Teacher Zhang, who took those two bottles of potion?"

Zhang Wei thought it over and still chose not to tell Xu Zhiming.

Two blows in one day would drive even an iron man mad.

"Forget it. You're no match for him. Focus on raising your blood vitality. If you can reach that level, I'll tell you."

Xu Zhiming was silent.

He knew Zhang Wei meant well for him.

Endure it. Once his blood vitality was raised, he'd go snatch the other two bottles back.

It wasn't like he could just tell Zhang Wei he had a system and could rise against the heavens, right?

Too chuunibyou.

Xu Zhiming nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Hearing this, Zhang Wei turned his head away, too embarrassed to look at Xu Zhiming.

For the first time facing a student, he felt a pang of guilt.

He had fought for it, but even with the school's higher-ups turning a blind eye, he still couldn't keep those two bottles of potion for Xu Zhiming.

He had thought Xu Zhiming would be angry, would resent it. The calm Xu Zhiming showed made his heart feel stifled.

Who said well-behaved kids get candy?

In his memory, well-behaved kids were always the ones getting bullied.

Xu Zhiming took the potion.

He lifted it and examined it closely. The pale blue liquid shimmered with a dreamlike hue under the sunlight.

The corner of Xu Zhiming's mouth lifted slightly.

Since this school treated him like this, wanting to nurture those with better aptitudes.

He would trample those people under his feet.

He believed it wouldn't take long. Very soon.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm leaving."

Zhang Wei waved his hand.

"If you need anything, tell Brother Wei. If you want to buy potions, you can borrow money from me."

Xu Zhiming shook his head.

"Brother Wei, that's your wife's savings."

Zhang Wei grew anxious.

That smile on Xu Zhiming's face just now made his heart uneasy.

He was afraid Xu Zhiming would do something stupid.

He and Xu Zhiming had a pretty good private relationship; he always let Xu Zhiming call him Brother Wei off the record.

"Think of it as a loan to you. Once you get into university, maybe you'll kill a beast in the Mirage Realm and sell it to pay me back."

Xu Zhiming shook his head.

He wouldn't borrow money from Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei had already taken care of him enough.

"Brother Wei, I'm going to cultivate."

Xu Zhiming waved his hand.

He took the potion and left.

Zhang Wei watched Xu Zhiming go.

Xu Zhiming's behavior was far too unusual.

"In a situation like this, either you explode in silence, or you die in silence."

"I hope this kid explodes in silence and gives me a huge surprise."

Zhang Wei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. No matter what, he still hoped Xu Zhiming would slap those people in the face.

Who said talent decides everything?

A certain powerhouse from Daxia, over level one hundred, had equally ordinary talent.

He murmured softly, in a voice barely audible.

"Keep going."

Xu Zhiming arrived at the school martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall was divided into four floors.

The first floor was where C-grade and B-grade class students practiced martial arts.

Only four teachers sat in the office, answering questions for a crowd.

The second floor was where B-grade class students practiced, also with four teachers, but serving only a few dozen students.

The resources each student could obtain were far, far greater.

The third floor was where the special training class practiced martial techniques.

The fourth floor.

That was the exclusive training room reserved only for the top three students in the school's blood and qi test rankings.

It was said that spiritual energy could gather there, making cultivation speed much faster.

The teachers on the third and fourth floors were a retired military officer from the front lines, volunteering to teach at Yunshui First High School, rumored to have unfathomable strength.

Xu Zhiming swept his gaze over the third and fourth floors of the martial arts hall.

Start with that Yu Qingqing who stole his potion, then find the one who broke his word.

Xu Zhiming found a relatively open corner, tilted his head back, and drank the Azure Potion.

He watched the faint blue liquid trickle from the corner of his mouth, reflected in the glass.

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Xu Zhiming licked the potion from the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, a panel appeared before his eyes.

[Host: Xu Zhiming] [Talent: C-grade] [Level: Level 6] [Blood and Qi: 7.12] [Martial Technique: E-rank Wind Thunder Fist (Third Layer)]

He set his stance and began to punch.

E-rank martial technique, Wind Thunder Fist.

The fist technique wasn't high in rank, but it had many forms and could mobilize the body's full blood and qi.

Cultivated to the sixth layer, it could temper the body, providing a faint talent enhancement effect and raising the blood and qi cap at the same level.

Xu Zhiming had persisted in practicing this fist technique for three years, never slacking.

He had long reached the third layer, and it wouldn't be long before he broke through to the fourth.

As he punched, the potion's medicinal power took effect, and he felt his blood and qi slowly strengthening.

A few minutes later.

Xu Zhiming finished one round of Wind Thunder Fist.

[You have practiced one round of Wind Thunder Fist, triggering a 10x Critical Hit.]

Light and shadow shifted.

Xu Zhiming felt as if more insights into the Wind Thunder Fist had appeared in his mind.

His blood and qi also increased by a trace, though too little to show on the system panel.

Xu Zhiming could clearly feel his strength improving.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining like stars.

He continued punching.

Every time he threw a punch, he could trigger a 10x Critical Hit.

One day of training was now worth at least ten days of his old self.

The system had said the minimum was 10x Critical Hit, but it might trigger even higher multipliers.

[You have practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 20x Critical Hit.]

Again and again.

Sweat beaded on Xu Zhiming's forehead, but he was completely unaware, utterly immersed in the joy of practicing his fists.

[You have practiced Wind Thunder Fist ten times, triggering a 30x Critical Hit.]

Xu Zhiming stopped in place, his hand wiping sweat frozen mid-motion.

Countless new insights about Wind Thunder Fist suddenly flooded his mind.

He felt that Wind Thunder Fist had broken through.

After finishing that last round of Wind Thunder Fist, he heard a faint rumbling sound, somewhat like thunder.

Wind Thunder Fist, Fourth Layer: Thunderclap.

[Blood Qi: 7.15]

[Martial Technique: E-rank Wind Thunder Fist (Fourth Layer)]

Normally, after practicing Wind Thunder Fist three times in a row, he would be exhausted and need to rest for a long while.

Today, after drinking the Azure Potion, he had done ten consecutive rounds.

Now he understood why kids from wealthy families broke through so fast.

Poverty for scholars, wealth for martial artists—it really wasn't just talk.

The more potions you used, the stronger your body's resistance became.

Xu Zhiming sensed that there was still some Azure Potion's medicinal power left unrefined in his body.

A thought flashed through his mind: could the potion's effects also trigger a Critical Hit?

Xu Zhiming looked at his Blood Qi increase of 0.02 and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

He still had some money saved up that he could use to buy potions.

Xu Zhiming continued practicing his fists.

[You have practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit.]

On the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

A male teacher in his thirties, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, had three scars running from his cheek down to his chin.

Wang Hu was one of four teachers responsible for answering students' questions.

Every day, he would take some time to patrol around, looking for students with decent comprehension.

Aptitude could determine a person's upper limit.

But hard work and insight could also raise a person's lower limit.

As Wang Hu walked, he suddenly heard a faint sound like thunder.

His ears twitched, and he precisely pinpointed where the sound came from among the crowd.

He followed the sound.

A young man stood there, face resolute, eyes focused, drenched in the sweat of youth.

A flicker of surprise crossed his heart.

He knew this student: Xu Zhiming.

The ultimate King of Inner Rolled among Yunshui First High School's C-grade aptitude students.

He had been observing Xu Zhiming for over a year now.

Mediocre aptitude, but his comprehension could be called slightly above average.

He had chosen the most difficult Wind Thunder Fist, and after more than two years, he had trained it to the Third Layer, still some distance from breaking into the Fourth.

Pretty good, a very hardworking student.

Because this fist technique had enough movements, it could mobilize all the body's Blood Qi and stimulate every muscle.

At the same rank, someone who trained Wind Thunder Fist to the Third Layer would have one or two points more Blood Qi than students practicing other martial techniques.

Because it was so hard to train, the vast majority of students wouldn't choose Wind Thunder Fist.

If Wind Thunder Fist was trained to the Sixth Layer, at Level Nine, Blood Qi could reach twenty points, comparable to those martial arts prodigies from aristocratic families who practiced Visualization Techniques.

He had previously estimated that, given Xu Zhiming's comprehension, it would take about two more months—around the time of the college entrance exams—for Wind Thunder Fist to break through to the Fourth Layer.

That faint sound just now, like the rumble of thunder, could only be produced by a perfected Wind Thunder Fist.

He was a bit skeptical. Had Xu Zhiming suddenly had an epiphany?

Wang Hu thought he must have misheard.

After waiting a few minutes, the sound didn't appear again.

He was just about to leave.

Crackle...

Wang Hu stopped in his tracks.

He sensed that Xu Zhiming's qi and blood seemed to have undergone a change!