Are You Electric Shock Kid?

"I got bullied—that just proves how awesome the school is!"

Xie Hong stared at his phone.

He had a rough grasp of the incident's cause and course.

So the other party felt they'd been treated unfairly?

This matter just happened to fall under his jurisdiction.

Getting them some justice—he believed he could manage that.

The principal of Yunshui First High School was Peng Sixiong.

Xie Hong happened to know him; he'd find a chance to go see him in person tomorrow.

A young man who saved someone, bullying the weak—Xie Hong didn't buy it.

Xie Hong studied the marks on the ground—a signature martial skill of the Wheel Turning Cult.

Could this be targeting Xu Zhiming?

"Xu Zhiming, Wind Thunder Fist at the sixth layer—my jurisdiction of Cloud Water City actually produces a Soldier-level Heavenly Talent."

Xie Hong's heart burned with urgency. He had to warn Xu Zhiming.

Whenever the Wheel Turning Cult showed up, nothing good followed.

"Go to the Public Security Bureau and have them make a banner for courageous deeds."

"Write the name on it: Xu Zhiming."

Xie Hong held his daughter in his right arm, tapped his phone with his left, and made a call.

He'd been through some things himself, so he quickly calmed down.

After settling his daughter and his elderly mother, he dialed the number.

The video of Xu Zhiming saving someone had already spread online; foreign races might take notice of him.

Wind Thunder Fist at the sixth layer—even if his blood vitality hadn't reached twenty points, he was already a quasi-Heavenly Talent.

He had to report this.

A Heavenly Talent's safety couldn't be taken lightly.

A Heavenly Talent, suppressed by the school, suffering unfair treatment.

The public opinion stirred up by this incident was enough to set Yunshui First High School ablaze.

He'd go see this Heavenly Talent tomorrow in person.

Xu Zhiming knew nothing of this.

He didn't know how long this matter would take to ferment.

Before public opinion completely crushed Peng Sixiong, he needed to work hard to raise his blood vitality, striving to reach higher.

He aimed to boost his blood vitality in a short time and participate in the Three-City Joint Exam.

The first-place prize, a B-grade Martial Skill—he couldn't miss it.

Xu Zhiming felt the fatigue radiating from his body, yet his gaze grew more resolute.

If he had a Martial Dao Visualization Diagram, even after a full day of exhausting training, he could still visualize at night to raise his blood vitality and dispel fatigue.

No need to wait for his body to recover its vitality; his blood vitality could keep rising.

Xu Zhiming remembered Meng Tian saying that once he mastered Wind Thunder Fist at the sixth layer, he'd give him the Wind Thunder Martial Hall's D-grade Martial Dao Visualization Diagram—Rolling Heavenly Thunder.

Rolling Heavenly Thunder had a market price of twenty million, with a visualization time of one day.

Set a small goal first: strive to push Meng Tian's Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth layer within a week.

As for how to achieve it, the simplest way:

master Wind Thunder Fist in a short time—getting electrocuted a few thousand times was reasonable, right?

Little did he know, somewhere, someone shuddered all over.

He pulled his hand out from his crotch.

"It really does itch."

The next day.

Xu Zhiming got up early and didn't head to the Yunshui First High School Martial Dao Hall.

He washed up, filled his stomach, then ran toward the Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

The Wind Thunder Martial Hall had a small garden with a streetlamp—he'd asked, and it stayed lit all night.

The small garden was spacious and open, perfect for practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

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

"Bring two bottles of tenth-tier beast potion."

Xu Zhiming sent the messages, then arrived at the small garden and began practicing his fists.

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

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

He pulled up the panel.

He noticed the minimum multiplier had become 20x.

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

"At least the system doesn't lie."

Xu Zhiming's lips curled slightly, his motivation surging.

A seemingly impossible thought flashed through his mind.

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

Maybe it was possible.

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

Xu Zhiming finished one round of Wind Thunder Fist and found he'd only triggered a 10x Critical Hit.

He curled his lip. A loss.

He shouldn't have let his focus wander.

He reined in his thoughts and concentrated on training the martial skill.

Seven o'clock.

Meng Tian arrived at Wind Thunder Martial Hall, yawning.

Before he even entered the garden, he heard the crackling sound of electric currents.

Remembering the shock from yesterday, he couldn't help but shiver.

His blood energy had increased a bit, so the shock was worth it.

Suddenly.

He saw the figure moving in the garden, a white flash of lightning arcing across his hand.

The lightning was much larger than yesterday.

Even from over ten meters away, his skin tingled faintly.

Meng Tian raised both hands and rubbed his eyes.

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

The electric current at the fifth level couldn't possibly be this strong!

Could it be the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist?

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

"Wait, Old Xu, are you Electric Shock Kid or something?"

Meng Tian saw Xu Zhiming stop his movements, and a bolt of lightning struck him on the head.

Vaguely.

"Ah..."

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

Meng Tian could clearly feel his body cells trembling, his soul shrinking.

Such a powerful current. It almost made him cry out.

"Brother Xu, this is the electric current from the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist, right?"

Xu Zhiming heard the slightly doubtful words and nodded faintly.

"One week. I'll make sure you break through to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist."

Meng Tian touched the top of his head.

He suspected his face was completely numb from the electricity.

He didn't even know how to express his shock.

Yesterday, he was still a non-mainstream youth with a slanted fringe hairstyle.

Last night, he'd cut his hair on the spot and become a crew-cut youth.

For no other reason.

After his hair got electrocuted, it stood on end. He didn't like covering it with a hat.

"Brother Xu, you're my real brother. Even if you can't break through to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist, you can electrocute me up to twenty points of Vitality!"

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"Alright, I estimate it'll take a few tens of thousands of times. Can you withstand that?"

Meng Tian let out a tactical dry cough.

"Then let's just train!"

Xu Zhiming hummed in acknowledgment and continued practicing martial arts.

In the short time they'd been talking.

The Wind Thunder Fist's critical hit had returned to ten times.

A loss.

The two were throwing punches at Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

From time to time, bursts of miserable screams rang out.

Around eight o'clock.

Some students arrived at Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Hearing someone wailing in agony, they curiously looked over in that direction.

Two students, about the same age as them.

Were practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

One of them, every time he finished a full set of punches, had a white flash of lightning on his hand.

"White lightning, accompanied by thunder rumbling—no way, is this the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist?"

"Son, I told you your hair was long and your knowledge short, but you wouldn't listen. Thunderclap and Lightning Flash, appearing together! This is the fucking sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist!"

"???"

As someone said it, the students who had come to Wind Thunder Martial Hall to learn Wind Thunder Fist erupted.

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

"How come I see that guy's about the same age as us, and his Vitality is blazing hot—could he be a Level Ten Martial Artist?"

"Hm? Why do I feel like this guy looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before?"

"Don't say it, really don't say it. Me too, I have that feeling."

Just then.

An instructor from Wind Thunder Martial Hall walked over.

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

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

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

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