Come to Handle Two Matters

Day two, six in the morning.

Xu Zhiming rose early.

His Mental Power had improved considerably yesterday, nearing two points—already far above an ordinary person.

Martial artists primarily focus on raising their blood and qi.

Of course, there are also Visualization Diagrams for the Martial Arts path that can enhance Mental Power.

Those diagrams are extremely expensive.

After a full night's sleep, he was now brimming with energy.

He sent a message to Meng Tian.

Heading to Yunshui Second High School.

These past two days, Meng Tian had been getting up very early every day.

He could barely keep up with Xu Zhiming's pace.

And Xu Zhiming remembered there was one more thing.

Those dozen or so classmates who had stood up for him, all training in Wind Thunder Fist.

He didn't mind giving them a hand.

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

It seemed he'd forgotten to tell them he'd found time yesterday to get a haircut.

Probably not a big deal.

Yunshui Second High School.

By the time Xu Zhiming arrived at Yunshui Second High School, Meng Tian was already at the school gate.

Chewing on something, a hint of excitement on his face.

The security guards at Yunshui Second High School had already opened the gate early.

Two guards stood off to the side, chatting and laughing.

"Something happened yesterday—that new class the principal put together, a student named Zeng Hao got beaten up sparring with someone."

"The principal poached so many top-grade students, it's dragging down our school's undergraduate admission rate."

"There's still nearly two months left. That prodigy at the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist—who knows what rank he'll reach by then."

"I've heard the principal's been under a lot of pressure these past few days, and Qiu Zhenghua hasn't moved out of the Training Room either."

"And that Xu Zhiming—hasn't shown up at school for days. Who knows what he's been up to?"

"What else? Probably caught wind of the situation and doesn't dare face Qiu Zhenghua."

"If it were me, I wouldn't dare come either. Qiu Zhenghua has fifty points of blood and qi, plus a C-grade Martial Skill."

Meng Tian overheard their conversation and was about to say something.

His peripheral vision caught Xu Zhiming already entering the school.

He was sure Xu Zhiming had heard the two guards' chatter.

His eyes flickered, and he quickly chased after him, shouting as he ran.

"Xu Zhiming! Brother Xu! Wait for me!"

The two guards heard the name "Xu Zhiming" and instantly exchanged a tactical glance.

Then, awkwardly and cautiously, they muttered.

"Xu Zhiming didn't hear us gossiping about him, did he?"

"With over ten points of blood and qi, he probably did."

"So what if he heard? We were just stating facts."

Xu Zhiming had heard them, of course.

Zeng Hao got beaten up yesterday?

Good. Very good.

Qiu Zhenghua, is it?

The blood and qi surged within Xu Zhiming's body. Time to collect some interest.

Coming to Second High School and still getting messed with.

Then he'd just send this guy to the hospital to keep Yu Qingqing company.

Xu Zhiming thought he was quite the good person.

Yunshui Second High School's Martial Arts Tower.

Just like Yunshui First High School, it was a standalone building.

Also four stories, with a similar layout.

The lights on the fourth floor had all come on.

Arriving at the first floor, there were a few scattered students.

Xu Zhiming focused his gaze—it was Zeng Hao and several vaguely familiar classmates.

"Don't tell Xu Zhiming. I suspect Qiu Zhenghua deliberately wants to provoke him, so he can injure him before he gets stronger."

"Once Xu Zhiming breaks through to Level Ten and has the sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist, with its extra double combat power, Qiu Zhenghua definitely won't be a match."

"But Brother Hao, they're coming to beat you up today. They said if you don't get Xu Zhiming to come, they'll make your other eye a panda eye too."

Zeng Hao gritted his teeth and rubbed his eye.

"As a man, I can endure a little pain."

"How about I take a punch for you?"

Just as Zeng Hao finished speaking, a voice came from outside.

"That'd be great. Someone to get beaten up with me."

Zeng Hao grinned.

"You guys aren't completely heartless. Who wants to get beaten up with me?"

Seeing the blank looks from the classmates around him, Zeng Hao turned his head.

His face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Xu Zhiming, why are you here?"

Suddenly, he quickly changed the subject.

Forgetting to rag on the others, he hurriedly said, "You didn't hear what we were saying earlier, did you?"

Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.

"I didn't hear anything. I came to Yunjian Second High School today to handle two matters."

Everyone turned to look at Xu Zhiming.

"What matters?"

"First matter: it's been a while since we practiced Wind Thunder Fist together."

Zeng Hao froze, then opened his mouth to ask, "We probably can't keep up with your speed anymore."

Xu Zhiming waved his hand.

"Doesn't matter."

Of course it didn't matter—it was just a matter of a single lightning strike.

Meng Tian's mouth curled. Good. Finally, someone else would share the electric shocks with him.

He was sure these classmates would come to love that numbing sensation too.

He swept his gaze over them. Their hair was long.

Nice, nice. In a little while, there would be a few black-maned lion kings.

"Second matter: I'm here to use my exclusive secret chamber."

Zeng Hao and the other students grew anxious.

They shook their heads repeatedly.

"Xu Zhiming, you haven't broken through to Level Ten Martial Artist yet. You're no match for that guy for now."

"Once you break through to Level Ten, you'll definitely be able to beat him."

Seeing the smile at the corner of Xu Zhiming's mouth and the teasing tone in his voice, Zeng Hao knew he must have heard everything just now.

In his estimation, Xu Zhiming's current strength should be close to twenty points.

After improving his martial technique, raising his blood qi would be relatively easier.

Even with the sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist doubling his attack, the gap in blood qi between Xu Zhiming and Qiu Zhenghua was still significant.

Others had cultivated a Martial Dao Visualization Diagram; Xu Zhiming hadn't.

If Xu Zhiming's blood qi reached forty points, there would be no contest.

"Xu Zhiming, hurry back. Find a park or a small grove or something to train on your own."

"I believe it won't be long before you can break through to Level Ten."

Xu Zhiming waved his hand.

"No need. Come on, let's practice Wind Thunder Fist."

Meng Tian set his backpack aside and began to prepare for today's Vitality boost. Today, his Vitality might very well reach twenty points.

Xu Zhiming tilted his head back and drank an E-grade Potion. This potion was given to him by Meng Tian. He felt a little embarrassed.

The C-grade Rolling Heavenly Thunder cost fifty million, far exceeding the price they had originally agreed upon. There wasn't much he could do, only help Meng Tian improve quickly.

Zeng Hao still wanted to keep persuading Xu Zhiming. Seeing that Xu Zhiming had already started practicing his fist techniques, he followed along and began as well.

They realized their eyes could no longer keep up with Xu Zhiming's speed.

[You have diligently practiced one round of Wind Thunder Fist, triggering a 100x Critical Hit.]

His Vitality did not increase. The higher the Vitality Quality, the longer it took to raise even a single point of Vitality. His Sevenfold Wind Thunder Fist still needed more practice.

Meng Tian had also just finished one round.

Zzz...

A bolt of lightning struck down above Meng Tian's head, and his body twitched involuntarily. His entire body went numb, his soul trembling. The numbness spread from head to toe.

"So good..."

Zeng Hao and the others opened their mouths. What was going on?

The next moment.

A bolt of lightning struck down above their heads as well. It was much smaller than Meng Tian's.

Zzz...

They felt as if their hair was standing on end. They reached up to touch it—it really was standing up.

"You guys, get to practicing Wind Thunder Fist. Don't waste Brother Xu's goodwill."

Zeng Hao was stunned. He focused and felt it carefully—it seemed his body's Vitality had increased a little. Along with it, his understanding of Wind Thunder Fist seemed to have deepened as well.

"So what Xu Zhiming said about improving strength was true?"

He remembered that yesterday his Vitality was 6.33, a fifth-rank martial artist. Should he go test it after they finished practicing?

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