Don't Go, He's Deliberately Provoking You

A burly youth in a black training uniform, arms crossed, walked over.

The surrounding students quickly made way, afraid to block this boy's path.

"Move it, don't block Qiu Zhenghua's way—our skinny arms and legs can't take a punch from him."

"That teacher from First High School, the one called Wang Hu, wasn't even a match for Qiu Zhenghua; his fingers were broken."

"But Wang Hu's a real man—he just held his hand and left without asking Qiu Zhenghua for compensation."

Xu Zhiming finished a round of Coiling Dragon Surging Waves, withdrew his spear, and stopped.

His gaze landed on the approaching figure.

Tall, even taller than him, with an earring in one ear.

Xu Zhiming caught the whispers of his classmates.

He turned to look at Wang Hu and noticed Wang Hu still had his hands in his pockets.

No wonder Wang Hu hadn't spoken.

From what these people were saying, it seemed to be because of him?

Xu Zhiming's eyes grew calmer, like a bottomless pool of water.

Wang Hu frowned and stepped out from the crowd.

"Qiu Zhenghua, what are you here for?"

"Go train in your Training Room."

Qiu Zhenghua let out a cold laugh.

"Wang Hu, do you think you can protect Xu Zhiming? Have you forgotten how your hand got broken two days ago?"

After speaking, Qiu Zhenghua's gaze fell on Xu Zhiming.

He noticed Xu Zhiming's expression was calm, as if he had nothing to say.

What was he pretending for?

He'd see how Xu Zhiming acted once they sparred.

Wang Hu's face turned ashen; he wanted to teach Qiu Zhenghua a lesson.

The throbbing pain in his fingers brought him back to his senses.

How embarrassing.

He still stood in front of Xu Zhiming, saying nothing.

Qiu Zhenghua looked at Xu Zhiming.

"You're Xu Zhiming, right? You took my Training Room, and I'm not happy about it."

"So, until you beat me, I'm not giving you the key."

"In a martial arts high school, everything is decided by strength. Do you dare to spar with me?"

Wang Hu reached out his left hand and pressed down on Xu Zhiming's shoulder to stop him from acting rashly.

He whispered to Xu Zhiming.

"Don't go. He's doing this on purpose, trying to provoke you."

"I couldn't even beat him. Go back and improve for a while first."

Xu Zhiming shook his head.

"Teacher Wang Hu, I know what's important and what's urgent."

"I'll handle the second matter today and then leave."

Wang Hu was baffled—the second matter? What matter?

"No, I'm afraid you'll act impulsively. Let's just go. You haven't even trained in the Visualization Diagram yet; you're no match for him."

Beside them, Meng Tian glanced at Qiu Zhenghua.

"Qiu Zhenghua, sparring is fine. But if you dare to interfere with my business, you'll have trouble you can't handle."

Qiu Zhenghua's smile faded.

He could ignore Xu Zhiming, a student with no background.

But Meng Tian he couldn't ignore—rumored to be the descendant of some major family.

When Meng Tian first came to school, the woman who dropped him off.

The aura she gave off was at least level thirty-something, and she was Meng Tian's sister.

At most twenty years old.

A martial artist like that—not only could he not afford to provoke her, even the Qiu Family couldn't.

"I'm just sparring. How could I possibly hurt him?"

Xu Zhiming shook his head.

Why does everyone think he's no match for his opponent?

Even though it's all for his own good.

Double the Vitality Quality, plus the Sevenfold Wind Thunder Fist that triples his Xiamen stamina.

By his calculations, his immediate combat power has already exceeded three hundred points!

The opponent's combat power is at most just over two hundred.

And on top of that, the Wind Thunder Fist has ranged attacks.

A few Thunderbolts come down, and before Qiu Zhenghua can even get close, he's already electrocuted numb.

Xu Zhiming exerted a little force and broke free from Wang Hu's restraint.

He took a step forward.

Xu Zhiming stood in front of Qiu Zhenghua, long spear in hand.

"I can train the Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level, meeting the rules set by the authorities."

"You have strong Vitality? Then why haven't the authorities made special rules for people with high Vitality?"

"Do you know why? Because your potential isn't as strong as mine."

Qiu Zhenghua listened to Xu Zhiming's words, and he broke down.

The smile on his face slowly faded, anger churning in his heart.

He hadn't expected to fail at provoking Xu Zhiming, only to end up being humiliated himself.

Zhang Wei stepped forward, reaching out to pull Xu Zhiming over, when a massive force landed on his shoulder.

He turned back to see Wang Hu pressing down on his shoulder. He tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't budge.

Wang Hu watched Zhang Wei's movements, a flicker of doubt in his mind.

"Teacher Wang Hu, what are you doing!"

Zhang Wei's tone grew anxious—what if Xu Zhiming got hurt?

This was a critical sprint period; an injury would affect Xu Zhiming's Vitality improvement.

Wang Hu withdrew his left hand and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder.

"I just used most of my strength, but I couldn't hold Xu Zhiming down. I felt like he broke free with just a little effort."

"I suspect his Vitality Quality far exceeds everyone else's."

Zhang Wei opened his mouth, then turned to look at Xu Zhiming in the crowd.

He knew Wang Hu's strength. With over seventy Vitality and training in an E-grade Martial Visualization Diagram, his Vitality Quality was already much stronger than an ordinary person's.

And Xu Zhiming broke free that easily?

Qiu Zhenghua stared at Xu Zhiming.

He really didn't know where Xu Zhiming's confidence came from.

Could it be that Xu Zhiming was confident he could beat the strength Qiu Zhenghua had shown last month?

"Three days apart, and you see someone in a new light"—that saying was especially true in the martial world.

Recently, his C-rank Family Martial Art had broken through. His combat power could increase by one and a half times, plus double the Vitality Quality.

With a full-force strike, it rivaled an ordinary person's two hundred and fifty Vitality.

He dared to claim second place, with only that monster Feng Li daring to call herself first.

"Xu Zhiming, do you dare to spar with me?"

"If you don't dare, then get on your knees and admit defeat."

"Your Vitality isn't even as high as the sole of my shoe—losing isn't shameful."

Meng Tian glanced at Qiu Zhenghua.

Arrogant. But the words were good—he'd take them for himself.

He could use that line when he got back.

Xu Zhiming paid him no attention.

His gaze landed on Wang Hu.

"Teacher Wang Hu, which hand did he use to hurt you?"

Wang Hu was stunned.

Good kid, that confidence.

He thought for a moment.

"Both hands—he snapped it with force."

Xu Zhiming's gaze shifted to Zeng Hao.

By now, Zeng Hao had recovered some strength and stood up.

"Zeng Hao, which hand hit your eye?"

Zeng Hao opened his mouth, then decided to trust Xu Zhiming.

"Right hand."

"But I think symmetry would look better."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"Lead the way. Sparring ground."

Qiu Zhenghua listened to Xu Zhiming's supremely confident words.

Too damn cocky.

"I'll make you kneel and sing 'Conquer.'"

Some female students' gazes flickered back and forth between Xu Zhiming and Qiu Zhenghua.

"Wow, why do I feel like I'm starting to like Xu Zhiming? Can he let me go next!"

"Standing up for the teacher, standing up for classmates—that's a real man!"

"But Xu Zhiming's thrown down the gauntlet; I don't know if he can deliver."

"If he pulls it off, this'll be the greatest flex in history."

Xu Zhiming followed Qiu Zhenghua to the school's sparring ground.

It was simple—just a square patch of dirt.

Wang Hu, Zhang Wei, Zeng Hao, and the others stood together, watching Xu Zhiming with some nervousness, afraid he might get hurt.

Meng Tian, however, stared coldly at Qiu Zhenghua.

If Xu Zhiming got injured and couldn't temper his qi and blood for him, he'd call his Elder Sister and have her handle it.

Anyone who dared ignore what he said would have to pay the price.

In the crowd.

A man with an empty right sleeve held a long spear in his left hand, a bottle of red liquid hanging from the spearhead.

Faintly, a pungent smell of blood could be detected.

"Damn it, made me search all over—turns out he ran off to Yunshui Second High School."

"Came just in time, too. Let's see how that kid's spear fundamentals are."