What's Yours, They Will All Spit Out

[You have refined an F-grade Azure Potion. Qi and blood increased by 0.1. Triggered 10x Critical Hit. Qi and blood increased by 1.]

Xu Zhiming felt the qi and blood within his body instantly boil, a warm current flowing through his entire being.

[Host: Xu Zhiming]

[Level: Seven]

[Qi and Blood: 8.23]

[Martial Skill: D-grade Wind Thunder Fist (Fourth Layer)]

Xu Zhiming smiled with satisfaction.

He had finally broken through to level seven.

Before level ten, most ordinary martial artists had roughly one point of qi and blood per level.

Only a very few would exceed one point of qi and blood per level.

The more they exceeded, the stronger that person was at the same realm.

The reason he had chosen Wind Thunder Fist was because of its creator.

True King Wind Thunder had once said a sentence.

"Wind Thunder Fist's sixth layer stands shoulder to shoulder with the prodigies of the same realm."

True King Wind Thunder, a super-strong expert who had broken past level one hundred.

Among the countless people of Great Xia, the only one with C-grade aptitude to break past level one hundred.

Above level one hundred, one could be enfeoffed as a True King.

Another reason Xu Zhiming had chosen Wind Thunder Fist was his admiration for True King Wind Thunder.

Xu Zhiming wiped the sweat that had flowed into his eyes, revealing a cheerful smile.

He really liked this feeling of being able to see his strength improve every moment.

The stifling frustration in his heart also dissipated somewhat as his strength increased.

He believed that the grievances he suffered today would be reclaimed with his fists in the near future.

If he raised Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth layer, at level nine he could boost his qi and blood to twenty points!

And there was something even more important: taking medicines could also trigger critical hits.

One bottle he took was equivalent to ten bottles someone else took.

Xu Zhiming only wanted to say one thing: how satisfying could it get?

He would head back early today and buy two bottles of medicine to improve himself.

Wang Hu stood to the side, watching Xu Zhiming reveal a smile.

He had originally thought Xu Zhiming would notice him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zhiming continued practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

Wait, he was such a big person standing here, and he still hadn't noticed?

Martial maniac.

A total martial maniac.

He hadn't seen a student this obsessed with martial arts in a long time.

"Cough, cough..."

Xu Zhiming heard it, but he didn't pay any attention.

He kept practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

The first floor of the Martial Arts Hall was so spacious.

If someone had a sore throat and coughed a couple of times, what of it?

Wang Hu rubbed his eyes with both hands, staring blankly at Xu Zhiming as he sank into his fist practice.

He turned around, grabbed a stool, and sat down to the side.

Ready to see when Xu Zhiming would finally notice him.

Time passed minute by minute.

Xu Zhiming had long noticed Wang Hu.

He recognized this teacher because of the three scars on his face, which made him look very stern.

Usually, few students came to ask him about martial skills or cultivation problems.

Once, after Xu Zhiming asked Wang Hu a question, the other man had patiently answered him.

That was when he learned that sometimes you couldn't judge people by appearances.

Some guys with crew cuts, round faces, bushy beards, and white socks might actually have a maiden's heart inside.

Wang Hu usually walked around a lot too.

Why was he sitting next to him today?

Xu Zhiming frowned, then relaxed.

Could it be that he had discovered his Wind Thunder Fist had broken through to the fourth layer?

Xu Zhiming thought it over. Possible.

No wonder that cough sounded a bit familiar.

He was just tired from practicing punches and wanted to rest. He could ask Teacher Wang Hu.

"Hello, Teacher Wang Hu."

Wang Hu rubbed his brow.

He couldn't help but give Xu Zhiming a thumbs up.

He had been sitting here for nearly half an hour.

Xu Zhiming had kept his eyes straight ahead, throwing punches with full focus for almost half an hour.

He suspected that if Xu Zhiming hadn't been tired and needed a break, he probably wouldn't have stopped.

"Too much is as bad as too little. Cultivation is about persistence day after day."

"You've done well before. Don't let certain things ruin your Dao heart."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

He knew Wang Hu was reminding him not to let today's events affect his mindset and overtrain.

Truly, good deeds stay behind closed doors, but gossip spreads fast.

If you can't find the book title, try searching for the author. Maybe it just changed names!

Wang Hu was worried he would push himself too hard and ruin his body.

But he didn't know that Xu Zhiming's blood energy was skyrocketing.

As his blood energy rose, his body's recovery rate also improved significantly. It simply couldn't break down.

Seeing Xu Zhiming nod, Wang Hu didn't say more.

He also felt that the school had gone too far in Xu Zhiming's case.

Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary teacher. Even if he spoke up for Xu Zhiming, no one would care.

"Has your Wind Thunder Fist broken through to the fourth layer?"

Xu Zhiming nodded. So it was because of this.

"Yes, Teacher Wang has sharp eyes."

Wang Hu waved his hand.

"Don't flatter me."

"I'll tell you something. If you can train your Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth layer before the college entrance exam, what's yours—they'll all have to spit it back out."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

If he had only wanted to tell him to keep practicing Wind Thunder Fist, Wang Hu wouldn't have waited specifically beside him.

"Is Wind Thunder Fist really that powerful?"

Wang Hu looked around and saw no one was paying attention to them.

He cleared his throat and spoke quietly.

"Wind Thunder Fist. The fourth layer is called Thunderclap, the fifth Lightning Flash, and the sixth Thunderfall."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

This was mentioned in the Wind Thunder Fist manual.

Seeing Xu Zhiming's confusion, Wang Hu continued explaining.

"Thunderclap, which is the fourth layer you've reached. When you break through to Level Nine Martial Artist, you'll at most have three points more blood energy than an ordinary martial artist of the same level."

"The fifth layer, Lightning Flash. At Level Nine, your blood energy can exceed that of an ordinary martial artist by a large margin—roughly eighteen points."

"The sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist, Thunderfall. Your blood energy can reach twenty points. At Level Nine, you can match a Level Ten Martial Artist."

"A true prodigy can have blood energy exceeding twenty points even at Level Nine."

"There's a minimum standard for a prodigy: blood energy must be twice the average of martial artists at the same level."

"Level Nine Martial Artists typically have nine or ten points of blood energy."

Xu Zhiming nodded firmly, silently committing it to memory.

Breaking through to Level Ten Martial Artist requires at least twenty points of blood energy. With blood energy like a furnace, even in the dead of winter at minus ten degrees Celsius, wearing a short-sleeved shirt won't make you cold.

Many people get stuck at Level Nine for their entire lives trying to break through to Level Ten.

At their school, the vast majority of cultural course teachers were only Level Nine Martial Artists.

That included Zhang Wei. If Zhang Wei were a Level Ten Martial Artist, he could teach cultural courses in a B-grade class, and his salary and benefits would double.

Xu Zhiming cupped his fists in thanks.

Wang Hu waved his hand.

"Your Wind Thunder Fist has reached the fourth layer. Do you need me to report it up? You'll get a bottle of F-grade Azure Potion."

Xu Zhiming rubbed his nose.

Ten thousand yuan—of course he wanted it.

"Then many thanks, Teacher Wang Hu!"

Wang Hu laughed heartily. If Xu Zhiming hadn't agreed to report it up, all his words would have been wasted.

"Reach the fifth layer, and you'll get a bottle of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood."

"Reach the sixth layer, and there's another bottle of E-grade Azure Potion—fifty thousand yuan a bottle."

"In the next few days, you can think about which martial skill to pick from the Martial Arts Building."

"Your Wind Thunder Fist is at the fourth layer now, so you're qualified to choose another D-grade martial skill."

"I'll report it today. Tomorrow you can find time to go collect it."

"I'll bring the potion over for you tomorrow, so you don't have to go."

Wang Hu finished speaking, picked up his stool, and left.

Today's harvest was good. It had been many years since he'd seen a student with Wind Thunder Fist at the fourth layer.

He'd bring the potion to Xu Zhiming himself. If Xu Zhiming went, he'd probably get robbed again.

Xu Zhiming nodded firmly.

Strength really did bring more benefits.

He had never thought of hiding his strength.

If you didn't reveal your power, how would others know you had potential?

Without potential, why would anyone invest in you?

In a high-martial world, all resources were fought for with fists.

What did those two who stole his resources rely on?

They relied on the school thinking they were stronger and had more potential.

Xu Zhiming watched Wang Hu leave and threw himself back into training.

Those two who stole from him—soon enough, he'd make them regret it.

Without strength, lie low first.

When he had strength, he'd make those two know what cruelty meant.

The day passed quickly.

Before he knew it, Xu Zhiming had lost count of how many times he'd practiced Wind Thunder Fist.

The sun set in the west, half its face sinking behind the mountain peaks.

Dim yellow light filtered through the glass, falling on the youth.

The youth withdrew his fist and glanced at the sunset.

"One last round of Wind Thunder Fist, then back to buy the potion."