Brother Wei, Start Screen Recording

Peng Sixiong looked toward the speaker—it wasn't Xie Hong, but Zhao Deyun, the principal of Yunshui Second High School.

One-stroke eyebrows, a crew cut, bronze skin—a middle-aged man.

He was somewhat puzzled as to why Zhao Deyun had come here.

"Xu Zhiming hasn't been feeling well lately. He hasn't come to school for the past few days."

Zhao Deyun furrowed his one-stroke brows but said no more.

He had watched the video and strongly suspected that Xu Zhiming had mastered the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level.

A student from an ordinary background, training the Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level.

If confirmed, he would find a way to poach Xu Zhiming no matter what.

Xie Hong remained expressionless, speaking with a smile.

"Principal Peng, could you call over Xu Zhiming's homeroom teacher? I'd like to ask what kind of student Xu Zhiming usually is."

"If he's usually very hardworking, and with his act of bravery, we could set him up as a role model."

Peng Sixiong's faint smile didn't waver, but inside, panic had already begun to set in.

"Alright, let the senior year academic director contact Zhang Wei."

The academic director glanced outside the door—Zhang Wei was right there.

Yet the principal still said that.

He immediately caught on: this was a signal to tell Zhang Wei not to say anything reckless.

Zhang Wei heard the conversation inside and felt his blood begin to boil.

Finally, it was his turn.

Zhang Wei shot Zeng Hao a look and patted him on the shoulder.

Before the academic director could find him, Zhang Wei knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"I'm Zhang Wei, Xu Zhiming's homeroom teacher."

Peng Sixiong's cross-eyed gaze shifted, a bad feeling surging in his heart.

He didn't believe Zhang Wei would dare say anything.

Not unless he wanted to stop working at First High School.

The academic director had just reached the door and hadn't opened it yet when Zhang Wei pushed it open and walked in.

Zhang Wei wasn't old—only twenty-four now, a very young teacher.

His face was somewhat delicate, with a trace of boyishness still visible.

"Principal, yesterday I saw you had someone issue a notice..."

The teachers from First High School were stunned, all staring at Zhang Wei in shock.

Wait, was he this bold?

"Zhang Wei, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Wei glanced at the academic director, who was in cahoots with Peng Sixiong.

"I know exactly what I'm saying. I found a chance to say it today. Yesterday, the principal had someone issue a notice claiming Xu Zhiming bullied the weak and picked on classmates."

"It said that after investigation, so many students on the first floor saw the two fight fairly—why didn't anyone ask them?"

Zhang Wei glared angrily at Peng Sixiong.

He was going all out.

For Xu Zhiming, and for himself.

He became a teacher to discover good students for Daxia.

It had been hard enough to find Xu Zhiming, and now Peng Sixiong wanted to ruin him.

"I want to ask the Cloud Water City Martial Arts Ministry of Education—without an investigation, does a principal have the authority to pin charges on someone based on personal preference?"

"A major demerit—this is cutting off Xu Zhiming's future!"

Peng Sixiong felt a chill run through his entire body.

Xie Hong and the others said nothing, instead looking at him with questioning expressions.

Coupled with what Xu Zhiming had said during the incident yesterday, he had a vague sense that disaster was looming.

Could it be that the right eye twitching for misfortune was real?

"Zhang Wei, I know you care about your students. I've realized I may have been deceived, so I urgently rescinded the notice."

"We'll investigate this matter further."

Zhang Wei shot Peng Sixiong a cold glance and pulled a notice from his pocket.

"Minister Xie, this is the notice that was issued yesterday."

"Xu Zhiming is my student. I know exactly what kind of person he is."

"Tell me—a martial arts fanatic who insisted on practicing the Wind Thunder Fist for over ten hours a day for more than a thousand days."

"The reward he rightfully earned was taken from him by someone else. He finally had an epiphany, improved his strength, and gained the ability to take revenge."

"And then he gets slandered, accused of bullying the weak. What do you think he'd feel? Wouldn't his heart turn cold?"

Xie Hong nodded.

His gaze fell on Peng Sixiong.

He naturally knew Xu Zhiming's heart had grown cold.

If it hadn't, why would he have saved someone yesterday and seized the chance to speak out?

He admired Xu Zhiming—strong in strength, sharp in mind.

This Zhang Wei was also impressive, a true teacher.

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Zhao Deyun looked at Zhang Wei.

A teacher willing to bear such immense pressure to fight for his students' rights—their Second High was sorely lacking in people like that.

His qi and blood were a bit low, not at the Level Ten Martial Artist stage.

But that didn't matter. As long as he could help put in a good word before Xu Zhiming, being a little weaker was fine.

Peng Sixiong couldn't help but release his aura, trying to suppress Zhang Wei.

If he didn't make a move now, it would all be over.

Suddenly.

He felt a hand press down on his shoulder, his aura forcibly restrained within his body.

He looked up at Xie Hong, his eyes full of questioning.

"Principal Peng, don't worry. If this teacher dares to slander you, I will clear your name."

Peng Sixiong's cross-eyed gaze darted around wildly.

"Minister Xie, this is a misunderstanding. Let me explain."

Zhang Wei watched Peng Sixiong's panicked reaction, a wave of satisfaction washing through his heart.

Suddenly, he felt the qi and blood within his body boil.

He had broken through!

Level Ten Martial Artist?

Joy surged in Zhang Wei's heart.

The others also sensed Zhang Wei's qi and blood rising, leaving them somewhat stunned.

Zhang Wei ignored their stares and directly dialed Xu Zhiming's number.

"Hello, Xu Zhiming..."

Peng Sixiong was furious.

"Zhang Wei, weren't you unable to reach him this morning..."

Suddenly, he realized he had misspoken and quickly shut his mouth.

He glanced at Xie Hong and found the man calmly watching him.

His heart sank with guilt, and he lowered his head.

"Principal Peng, why did you feel the need to interrogate Teacher Zhang about the exam?"

Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Xu Zhiming stood by the weapon rack, his gaze fixed on the long spear.

He had just refined a bottle of Monster Beast Essence Blood potion, triggering a 10x Critical Hit and raising his qi and blood by 0.5.

Seeing Zhang Wei calling, he stopped.

He put it on speaker.

Meng Tian saw Xu Zhiming pause and finally allowed himself a moment to rest.

Today's lightning had been especially fierce.

Luckily, he had cut his hair short, or he'd have ended up with a head full of curls.

Seeing Xu Zhiming answer the phone, his posture relaxed.

Crackle.

A bolt of lightning struck Meng Tian, making him wince in pain.

"Don't let your guard down."

Meng Tian focused and quickly nodded.

Xu Zhiming watched the footage on his phone in silence.

"Minister Xie, please let me explain. I was genuinely trying to inquire about Xu Zhiming's situation..."

"You say it was a misunderstanding, so why was Teacher Zhang Wei unwilling to give you that chance? What else did you do to make Teacher Zhang distrust you, Principal?"

"Minister Xie, I'm Zeng Hao from Class Ten of First High School. We went to the Martial Arts Ministry yesterday to report Principal Peng, but someone stopped us..."

"This is a letter of complaint jointly signed by over a dozen of us students..."

"Minister Xie, the accusation that the school embezzled state subsidies meant for the students is absolutely false."

"Principal Peng, I am now formally requesting your cooperation in an investigation, in my capacity as Minister of the Cloud Water City Martial Arts Ministry of Education."

"Regarding whether there has been any defamation of a hero who acted righteously, or any withholding of student rewards."

Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.

He was quite satisfied with this outcome.

But it wasn't enough yet.

"Brother Wei, start the screen recording. I'm about to show off."

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then quickly started the screen recording.

Immediately after, he saw Xu Zhiming hand his phone to someone.

"Meng Tian, hold my phone for me after you finish this set of punches."

Zhang Wei didn't know who Meng Tian was.

He stared intently at the phone.

Because Xu Zhiming was walking over to the qi and blood testing device.

"Your qi and blood: 18.78, an increase of 0.63 from yesterday."

Zhang Wei's jaw dropped as he said, somewhat stunned.

"Holy shit..."

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