You Made Their Legs Go Soft

"6.38?"

"..."

One hour later.

Zeng Hao endured his body's exhaustion and staggered over to the qi and blood testing device.

When he saw that his qi and blood on the device had improved significantly compared to yesterday, the gratitude in his heart was beyond words.

The others also hurried to test.

"5.23!?"

"5.08?!"

"..."

The same went for several other classmates.

"Xu Zhiming, we..."

"We this..."

Xu Zhiming finished one round of Wind Thunder Fist, stopped, and waved his hand, signaling them not to speak.

"You filed a joint report, and I haven't had the chance to thank you yet."

Zeng Hao and the others exchanged glances and said nothing.

They silently remembered in their hearts: if one day Xu Zhiming ever needed them, they would absolutely go all out to help.

"Should we call the others..."

Zeng Hao shook his head at the other five, signaling to talk about it later.

"I feel like my body is full of Primordial Force—I can take two more rounds!"

Zeng Hao yelped, pointing at his hair standing on end.

"Let Thunderbolt come even fiercer!"

Xu Zhiming smiled and granted Zeng Hao's wish.

Ten minutes later.

Zeng Hao and the others lay limp on the ground.

Smoke rose from their heads, and their legs twitched uncontrollably.

One person slapped his thigh hard, furious at its weakness.

"Damn legs, stand up already!"

"I still want to take two more rounds, but my thighs won't listen."

By now it was seven o'clock.

Quite a few people had gathered on the first floor of the Martial Arts Tower.

Many watched as Zeng Hao and the others were struck by lightning from time to time, wondering if these students had lost their minds.

"Letting people get struck by lightning? Were they scared stupid by Qiu Zhenghua yesterday?"

"Huh? Look at that Electric Shock Kid, the one who can shoot lightning from his hands—doesn't he look familiar?"

"I know who it is. It's Xu Zhiming! The genius Principal Zhao Deyun paid a huge price to poach from Yunshui First High School."

"Wind Thunder Fist at the sixth level, qi and blood can reach twenty points—way stronger than us."

"Looking at ninth-level qi and blood alone, he's second only to War Goddess Feng Li, tied with Wang Ma."

"This is going to be good. First they practice martial arts, then we'll get to watch a show."

Zeng Hao lay limp on the ground, sneering inwardly at the gossip around him.

If they knew that lightning strikes could boost qi and blood, these people would be fighting to get struck.

But he didn't say anything.

Originally, there had been over a dozen of them.

Because of Xu Zhiming, Qiu Zhenghua had threatened them.

Today, only five of them, including him, came to the school's Martial Arts Tower to train.

The others, afraid of being targeted by Qiu Zhenghua, didn't show up.

He understood their choice.

But he still felt that choice was a bit stifling.

Back when he was bullied by Yu Qingqing at First High, he had backed down.

Now that he's at Second High School and still getting bullied, he refuses to accept it.

Even if he can't win, he has to at least show his stance.

He doesn't have Xu Zhiming's comprehension, but he can learn from Xu Zhiming's diligence.

He won't notify those classmates who didn't come either.

Xu Zhiming would use Thunderbolt to help them boost their blood and qi.

If you shrink back at the slightest trouble, how can you achieve anything on the martial path?

Zeng Hao now seemed to understand even more the persistence Xu Zhiming had shown year after year, day after day.

Without relentless daily effort, where would the harvest come from?

Zeng Hao felt he had rested enough.

"Xu Zhiming, come strike me."

Zeng Hao carried a surge of spirit in his heart as he executed Wind Thunder Fist.

His body was sore and weak, but he felt that this time, the Wind Thunder Fist flowed extremely smoothly.

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He could still endure two more strikes.

Two minutes later.

Thunderbolt landed on his body, and Zeng Hao plopped down on the ground.

"Stop, stop, let me rest a bit."

He watched as Xu Zhiming had already switched to practicing another martial skill.

His admiration grew.

He had never seen anyone more dedicated to martial training than Xu Zhiming.

"You guys are too weak, cut down on watching action flicks at night."

"Look at me, how tough I am."

Meng Tian patted his chest, putting on a very strong expression.

A bolt of Thunderbolt struck down.

"No, no, Brother Xu, this time the lightning was too strong, go easy, you've made my legs go weak."

Zeng Hao and the others exchanged glances.

They didn't know who Meng Tian was, but he seemed pretty strong.

In the distance.

Five or six teachers walked over chatting and laughing, and when they saw someone executing Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level, they were somewhat surprised.

"So this is Xu Zhiming? Not bad, he trains very well."

"The question is, how is he in actual combat? When Qiu Zhenghua comes, he'll definitely spar with him."

"If he doesn't agree to spar, it's fine; Qiu Zhenghua wouldn't dare break school rules."

"This time it's not that simple—the ownership of the three Secret Chambers requires combat to decide."

"Have you forgotten? Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level is one step away from Heavenly Pride. Heavenly Pride outranks genius. According to school rules, the Principal's decision is fine."

Wang Hu and Zhang Wei hurried over.

They were now the most idle teachers at the school.

Zhao Deyun had assigned them to teach the few students who came from Yunshui First High School.

Because the other teachers were unwilling to take these students.

So they had to be the teachers.

Zhang Wei saw the person with lightning dancing in his hand.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

"Teacher Wang, why is Xu Zhiming here? He doesn't know what Qiu Zhenghua did, does he?"

Wang Hu shook his head. He hadn't added Xu Zhiming's contact info.

He had also repeatedly warned Zeng Hao and the others not to tell Xu Zhiming.

Wang Hu casually tucked his right hand, wrapped in bandages, into his pants pocket.

He lowered his head to adjust his pants, hoping it wouldn't look suspicious.

Better not let Xu Zhiming know—a teacher having his finger broken by a student.

Just thinking about it was embarrassing.

Zhang Wei also walked over.

Standing to the side, he quietly watched Xu Zhiming practice martial arts.

Xu Zhiming also noticed Zhang Wei and the others.

[You diligently cultivated Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a two-hundred-fold critical hit.]

[Martial Skills: D-grade Wind Thunder Fist (Seventh Layer); A-grade Coiling Dragon Surging Waves (Incomplete)]

Xu Zhiming glanced at it, feeling somewhat surprised in his heart.

Counting it up, he had been training the first layer of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves for nearly a week without a breakthrough.

He remembered clearly that he would go out to fight in May, and the more techniques he had, the better.

Today, he had to ask if there was a spear training instructor to give him some pointers.

There were still three weeks left.

First, raise his blood energy to the ninth-level limit.

After training Wind Thunder Fist to the seventh layer, he felt his blood energy could still increase quite a bit.

The tenth level would double it, and he couldn't miss this opportunity.

Xu Zhiming stopped and greeted Zhang Wei.

"You go ahead. The two of us will supervise whether Zeng Hao and the others are slacking off."

Zhang Wei saw Zeng Hao and the other five sitting against the wall.

"You guys, why are you lying on the ground? Get up and keep practicing Wind Thunder Fist."

Zeng Hao curled his lip.

"Class monitor, this is exactly that typical situation."

"You only see us resting, not us training."

"Just like my mom back in the day. When I was studying cultural classes, I'd just finish my homework, pull out my phone to play, and she'd catch me."

"'You never do your homework, just play on your phone all day.'"

Zhang Wei burst out laughing.

"Why do you all look half-dead?"

"Naturally, because you saw me coming and got scared."

Just then.

A tone full of mockery came from outside.