Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level

[You have diligently cultivated Wind Thunder Fist one thousand and one times, chest filled with myriad thunderous fury, heart as calm as a still lake.]

[You observe the thunder in the sky, resonating with the thunder in your heart, comprehend the fury of thunder, triggering a 2000x critical hit, and realize Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level: Wrathful Thunder Descends (Incomplete).]

[Wrathful Thunder Descends: convert qi and blood into thunder, temper your own body, can summon heavenly thunder to descend at will.]

[Your qi and blood, tempered by thunder, are twice the quality of an ordinary person's.]

[Martial Skills: E-rank Wind Thunder Fist (Sixth Level), A-rank Coiling Dragon Surging Waves (Incomplete).]

Crackle!

The One-Eyed Man was startled by the sudden thunderclap, looking into the distance where police cars were already approaching.

The thunder roared.

Murderous intent flashed through the One-Eyed Man's left eye.

The police were coming. He had to kill this little girl.

No one could stop him from entering Reincarnation Heaven and obtaining endless power for revenge.

Xu Zhiming stood frozen like a wooden dummy.

Countless insights flooded his mind.

It felt like an eternity, yet also an instant—he had mastered Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level and even created the subsequent martial skill.

Epiphany, 2000x critical hit—this combination, he loved it.

He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the One-Eyed Man.

"I said we're different. Do you know where?"

The One-Eyed Man took a flicker of interest. Killing could wait a moment—why not hear this brat's complaints?

"I'm a man. You're not a man."

"A martial artist's blade, a martial artist's sword, a martial artist's weapon—they are aimed at those stronger."

"So you and those few who bullied me are all trash."

"If you've got the guts, go straight to killing those who bullied you. Then I'd still respect you as a man."

Xu Zhiming finished in one breath, his heart surging with exhilaration.

The man grew angry, glaring at Xu Zhiming.

The fig leaf over his heart was ruthlessly torn away by Xu Zhiming.

Indeed, just as Xu Zhiming had said.

He could only swing his blade at the weak, not daring to aim it at those who had humiliated him.

He could only join the Wheel Turning Cult, pinning his hopes on the illusory Reincarnation Heaven.

But how dared a high school student speak to him like this?

He was furious!

The consequences would be severe.

"You're just like me—you can only complain here, not daring to go after those who bullied you!"

The man snorted coldly, lifting the girl high above his head, preparing to slam her hard to the ground.

"I'll kill her first, then kill you!"

"So what if I bully the weak? Then I'll bully you!"

"Once I have endless power, you'll all die!"

This scene fell upon the watching crowd; many felt their hearts skip a beat.

The little girl struggled constantly, her delicate face full of terror.

"I'm scared..."

Her weak voice was like a wounded kitten.

Tears streamed down her small face.

The Security Captain, hidden among the crowd, watched Xu Zhiming.

This kid, how had he provoked this Cultist?

"Brother, let's talk this out!"

"Whatever grievance you have, don't drag innocent people into it. Tell me, and I'll help you think of a way."

The One-Armed Man's face twisted with cruelty, a savage grin on his lips.

His left hand was just about to exert force.

Crackle!

A flash of lightning streaked overhead, making him squint.

Xu Zhiming's eyes gleamed with sharp light.

Mobilizing all his qi and blood.

Wind Thunder Fist, Sixth Layer—Startling Thunder Fall!

Qi and blood condensed into lightning, attack doubled!

With eighteen points of qi and blood, under doubled attack, it briefly reached fifty-four points!

Everyone present felt their bodies go numb.

"Mom! Your hair's standing up, so cool! You look like the Golden Mane Lion King!"

The One-Eyed Man saw a flash of white light before his eyes, then consciousness sank into a coma.

A flicker of disbelief passed through the man's eyes, his body utterly paralyzed, as if struck by heavenly thunder.

His hand loosened, and the little girl dropped from above his head.

"I..."

Xu Zhiming stepped forward in one stride, his left arm catching the little girl.

His right fist clenched and struck the One-Eyed Man heavily.

The man's body was paralyzed, completely unable to react in time.

The man's body flew far away and crashed to the ground.

Several security guards ran over, ready to restrain the One-Eyed Man.

Suddenly, flames erupted from the man's body.

On the square.

The Flame Man screamed in agony, like a demon from hell.

"Hiss... hiss..."

"So... painful, save me... I don't want to die..."

The air was thick with a sharp, pungent smell.

In just a few seconds, the flames devoured the One-Eyed Man.

The One-Eyed Man saw the tall figure in the distance and madly ran toward the crowd.

Flames surged; the man had only run a few meters before collapsing weakly to the ground.

Only a black, human-shaped mark remained on the ground.

The smell of burnt flesh lingering in the air proved that a person had just been burned alive.

"A living person turned to ash? What kind of skill is that? Can it burn someone to death in seconds?"

"Such a nasty smell, it makes me want to throw up."

"This smell is kind of fragrant, though..."

Xu Zhiming looked down at the black mark left on the ground.

Something was off.

The words the man said just before dying—very off.

He handed the little girl to the Security Captain.

The Security Captain, holding the little girl, had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Young brother, thank you so much."

"If it weren't for you, we'd be done for."

Xu Zhiming grunted in acknowledgment.

The other security guards rushed forward to restrain the unconscious man.

The onlookers crowded around Xu Zhiming, all wanting to see the young man who had saved someone.

"What was that lightning he just struck? Some kind of lightning-element martial skill?"

"I'm more curious—how could such a good kid willing to save others be called a bully?"

"I'm going to post this online and see what Yunshui First High School has to say."

Many people uploaded the incident to the internet.

Some who felt the story wasn't complete enough found friends to ask for the full details.

Xu Zhiming stood in the crowd.

Strange gazes from all sides converged on him, but he felt no discomfort.

The more people knew, the greater his chance of bringing down those few.

"Handsome young man. When you go to college, I'll set you up with a girlfriend—big chest, round butt."

"What if the young man prefers flat ones? I know a few."

"Since you're saying that, I won't hold back. I can set anyone up—men, women, old, young. I'm a professional, any type available, just pay up."

"...What introduction? Waving a hand means five, making an OK sign means three?"

"Brother, those who know, know. Add me on Green Bubble for details."

Xu Zhiming's heart settled. The land of Huaxia truly never lacked talent.

Even here, people found a way to hustle.

Xu Zhiming waited until many people had recorded his face into their videos.

Then he turned and left.

Call him a bully who preyed on the weak?

He'd just let public opinion ferment.

What era was this? If you wanted to bring someone down, there were plenty of ways.

Hundreds of meters away from the crowd.

A black car sped toward the square at breakneck speed.

Startling many nearby pedestrians into turning their heads and cursing.

Inside the vehicle, a middle-aged man sat in the driver's seat.

From the moment he got the news, he'd run through who knew how many red lights.

A cultist appearing in a small place like Cloud Water City was a huge deal.

An even bigger deal was that his daughter had been caught.

The man wore an administrative jacket and had a square, honest face.

He was Xie Hong, the head of the Martial Arts Ministry of Education, responsible for managing all schools in Cloud Water City.

Suddenly.

A flash of light streaked across the sky, brightening it for a moment.

Xie Hong's gaze sharpened. He saw a bolt of lightning land in the middle of the crowd in the square.

Not lightning from the sky—it was a lightning of blood and qi.

Within it surged powerful blood and qi, enough to severely injure an ordinary Level Twelve Martial Artist!

Xie Hong saw the crowd erupt.

With his hearing as a Level Twenty-Three Martial Artist, he clearly heard what was being said inside.

"He's been saved!"

Xie Hong breathed a sigh of relief as he took his daughter from the Security Captain's arms.

Looking at his daughter's sleeping face, he checked her over. She wasn't injured.

"Who was that person who used the thunder martial technique?"

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