Are You Electric Shock Kid?

"I was bullied, and the school got to act all high and mighty!"

Xie Hong looked at his phone.

He had more or less understood how the matter began and unfolded.

It seemed the other party had been treated unfairly?

This matter happened to fall under his jurisdiction.

He believed he could still get justice for the other party.

The principal of Yunshui First High School was Peng Sixiong.

Xie Hong happened to know him. He would find a chance to personally take a look tomorrow.

Xie Hong did not believe that a young man who saved people would bully the weak by relying on his strength.

Xie Hong stared at the traces on the ground. They were the Wheel Turning Cult's distinctive Martial Skill.

Could this have been aimed at Xu Zhiming?

"Xu Zhiming, sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist. A Soldier-level Heavenly Talent has appeared in the Cloud Water City under my jurisdiction."

Xie Hong's heart burned. He had to remind Xu Zhiming.

Whenever the Wheel Turning Cult appeared, nothing good ever came of it.

"Go to the Public Security Bureau and have a banner made for him, praising him for upholding justice."

"Put Xu Zhiming's name on it."

Xie Hong held his daughter in his right arm while using his left hand to tap open his phone and make a call.

He had been through his share of things, and he quickly calmed down.

After settling his daughter and elderly mother,

he made the call.

The video of Xu Zhiming saving someone had already been uploaded online. Perhaps the Foreign Races would notice Xu Zhiming.

With the Wind Thunder Fist at the sixth level, even if his vitality had not reached twenty points, he was already a quasi-Heavenly Pride.

He had to report this.

The safety of a Heavenly Pride could not be treated carelessly.

A Heavenly Pride had been suppressed by his school and suffered unfair treatment.

The public uproar this matter would bring was enough to make Yunshui First High School famous for a while.

Tomorrow was a good time to meet this Heavenly Pride.

Xu Zhiming knew nothing about this.

He did not know how long this matter would need to ferment.

Before public opinion completely crushed Peng Sixiong,

he needed to work hard to raise his vitality and strive for greater improvement.

He needed to raise his vitality in a short time and participate in the three-city Joint Exam.

The first-place B-grade Martial Skill could not be missed.

Feeling the exhaustion coming from his body, Xu Zhiming's gaze grew even more resolute.

If he had a Martial Dao Visualization Diagram, then even after practicing martial arts until exhausted all day, he could still visualize at night to raise his vitality and eliminate fatigue.

There would be no need to wait for his body to recover its vigor. His vitality could keep rising without pause.

Xu Zhiming remembered Meng Tian saying that if Xu Zhiming learned the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist, Meng Tian would give him the Wind Thunder Martial Hall's D-grade Martial Dao Visualization Diagram—Rolling Heavenly Thunder.

Rolling Heavenly Thunder was priced at twenty million on the market and could be visualized for one day.

First, he would set a small goal: within a week, he would help Meng Tian raise his Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level.

As for how to improve it,

the simplest way was obvious.

Learning the Wind Thunder Fist in a short time by getting electrocuted several thousand times sounded reasonable, right?

Little did he know that somewhere, someone suddenly shivered all over.

He pulled his hand out from inside his pants.

"It really itches."

The next day.

Xu Zhiming got up early and did not go to the martial arts hall at Yunshui First High School.

After washing up and filling his stomach,

he ran toward Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Wind Thunder Martial Hall had a small garden with a streetlamp inside. He had asked before, and it stayed lit all night.

The small garden was spacious and suitable for practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

"Meng Tian, come early. I have a way to help you break through to the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist sooner."

"Bring two bottles of Level Ten ferocious beast potion."

After sending the message, Xu Zhiming arrived at the small garden and began practicing his fist technique.

You diligently practiced the Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 20x Critical Hit

You diligently practiced the Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit

He opened the panel.

He discovered that the minimum multiplier had become twenty times.

"The harder I work, the luckier I get."

"The system is still the best. It doesn't lie."

The corners of Xu Zhiming's mouth lifted slightly, and he was brimming with motivation.

An impossible thought flashed through his mind.

If he kept practicing the Wind Thunder Fist, would there come a day when the entire screen was filled with 10,000x Critical Hits?

Perhaps it was possible.

You diligently practiced the Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit

After finishing one round of the Wind Thunder Fist, Xu Zhiming discovered that he had only triggered a 10x Critical Hit.

His lips curled downward. What a loss.

He should not have let his mind wander.

He gathered his thoughts and focused on practicing the Martial Skill.

Seven o'clock.

Meng Tian arrived at Wind Thunder Martial Hall, yawning.

Before even entering the garden, he heard bursts of electric crackling.

Remembering yesterday's electrocution, he could not help but shudder.

His vitality had risen a little. Getting shocked had been worth it.

Suddenly,

he saw the figure moving in the garden, a bolt of white lightning flashing over his hand.

The lightning was much larger than yesterday.

Even from more than ten meters away, Meng Tian's skin faintly tingled.

Meng Tian raised both hands and rubbed his eyes.

How the hell could this be the fifth level of the Wind Thunder Fist?

The electric current at the fifth level could not possibly be this powerful!

Could it be the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist?

Meng Tian raised both hands, rubbing his right eye with his left hand and his left eye with his right.

"No, Old Xu, are you Electric Shock Kid?"

Meng Tian saw Xu Zhiming stop moving, and a bolt of lightning struck his head.

Faintly,

"Ah..."

"Don't... stop..."

Meng Tian clearly felt his bodily cells trembling and his soul shrinking back.

What powerful electricity. It shocked him so badly that he nearly cried out.

"Brother Xu, this is the electricity of the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist, right?"

Xu Zhiming heard the hint of doubt in his voice and nodded slightly.

"One week. I'll strive to help you break through to the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist!"

Meng Tian rubbed the top of his head.

He suspected his face had been numbed by electricity.

He did not even know how to express his shock anymore.

Yesterday, he had still been a punkish youth with long side-swept bangs.

Last night, he had rushed to get a haircut and became a buzz-cut youth.

For no other reason.

After his hair was electrocuted, it stood straight up. He did not like wearing hats to hide it.

"Brother Xu, you're my real brother. Even if I can't break through to the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist, you can shock me until I reach twenty points of vitality!"

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"Alright. I estimate it'll take tens of thousands of times. Can you endure that?"

Meng Tian gave two tactical dry coughs.

"Then let's just practice!"

Xu Zhiming gave a grunt and continued practicing martial arts.

In just the time they had spent talking,

the Wind Thunder Fist Critical Hits had dropped back to ten times.

What a loss.

The two practiced fist techniques at Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Miserable screams rang out from time to time.

Around eight o'clock,

students began arriving at Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Hearing someone howling in pain, they all curiously headed toward the sound.

Two students around their age

were practicing the Wind Thunder Fist.

Every time one of them finished the full set of punches, a bolt of white lightning appeared on his hand.

"White lightning accompanied by thunderous roars—how the hell is this the fifth level of the Wind Thunder Fist?"

"Son, you get upset whenever I say you've got long hair and short sight. Thunderclap and Lightning Flash appeared together! This is the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist!"

"???"

As soon as someone said it aloud, the students who had come to Wind Thunder Martial Hall to learn the Wind Thunder Fist exploded into excitement.

"Holy shit, sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist! I want to become his student! I'll pay three hundred thousand a month!"

"Why does he look about our age? His vitality is blazing—could he be a Level Ten Martial Artist?"

"Huh? Why do I feel like he looks familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before?"

"Now that you mention it, you really did mention it. Same here—I have that feeling too."

At this moment,

an instructor from Wind Thunder Martial Hall walked over.

"What are you discussing? What sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist?"

Some students recognized him as Xiang Benli, the only instructor at the Cloud Water City branch of Wind Thunder Martial Hall who had trained the Wind Thunder Fist to the fourth level.

Most of the students practicing the Wind Thunder Fist were learning from Xiang Benli.

"Instructor Xiang, is this the sixth level of the Wind Thunder Fist?"