A Poor Student Has Too Much Stationery

Qiu Zhenghua lightly stroked his chin, a smile flashing across his face.

He liked people who were so easily provoked.

Today's goal was to send Xu Zhiming to the hospital.

Brother Zong had promised him that as long as he got Xu Zhiming hospitalized and bedridden,

he would give him two million.

He remembered that Xu Zhiming seemed to have sold his qualification for the E-grade Visualization Chart.

More than two million?

"Xu Zhiming, give me three million, and I'll give you the Training Room key."

Xu Zhiming gripped his spear in his right hand.

"The Training Room was mine to begin with. You're nothing but a clown occupying a magpie's nest."

The smile vanished from Qiu Zhenghua's face, and he could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.

He coldly glanced at Meng Tian.

Did he really think a single word from someone could scare him?

"Very good, ant. Do you know the price of enraging an elephant?"

Qiu Zhenghua beckoned, and someone in the distance hurried over with a black saber in his arms.

Qiu Zhenghua reached out, gripped it, and drew it from its sheath.

Cold light flashed.

Qiu Zhenghua plucked a strand of hair from the head of one of his lackeys beside him.

As it gently drifted down through the air, the hair split into two.

"You're not worthy of making me use this saber."

Qiu Zhenghua sheathed the saber again.

He beckoned once more, and another male student came over carrying a saber.

"To defeat you, this saber I usually use to kill chickens will do just fine."

Qiu Zhenghua raised the saber, looking as though Xu Zhiming did not exist in his eyes.

"An E-grade Alloy Weapon. I heard it was Qiu Zhenghua's eighteenth birthday present, worth over a million."

"Holy shit, over a million? No wonder this saber looks so cool. It can cut hair with a puff of breath—cool enough to explode."

"I figure Xu Zhiming can only last ten moves against Qiu Zhenghua."

"I think ten moves is too many. Five at most."

"If he lasts ten moves, I'll eat shit on the spot."

Xu Zhiming swept his gaze around, unable to tell who had said it.

There were too many people on site; he could not pick out the voice.

"A poor student has too much stationery."

"Do you need us to wait for you while you keep taking out your stationery?"

Meng Tian froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha... vivid and spot-on. That's my Brother Xu!"

Quite a few students could not hold back their laughter either.

Qiu Zhenghua's performance really did seem a little like that, switching sabers back and forth.

Not everyone dared to laugh. Only a few actually did.

Qiu Zhenghua could not hold himself back anymore.

His vitality erupted!

A startling heat spread out, like a bonfire burning.

Behind Qiu Zhenghua, dust was swept up at high speed and scattered into the sky.

He chopped down with his saber, and saber collided with spear.

Qiu Zhenghua's body paused. Feeling the force transmitted to his hand, he saw Xu Zhiming take a step back.

The smile on his face grew wider.

"I haven't even used a martial skill, and you've already retreated? I'll defeat you in ten moves."

Xu Zhiming raised a brow.

He had not used a martial skill either.

He had merely wanted to test this man's strength.

His Vitality Quality was twice that of an ordinary person, but his base was too low. He was still somewhat weaker than his opponent, by around ten points.

Qiu Zhenghua dodged Xu Zhiming's straight thrust.

"Too slow, too slow."

"Come hit me, then. Can't hit me, can you?"

"Did you really think I hadn't investigated your background before fighting you?"

"Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level, and you haven't even cultivated a Visualization Diagram. How did you dare come fight me?"

"Crushed in vitality, crushed in speed, crushed in Visualization Diagram, crushed in martial skills."

The more Qiu Zhenghua spoke, the more excited he became.

He seemed to see Xu Zhiming giving up resistance in a moment, fists clenched, lips bitten, his face full of defiance.

Mm, no.

He should be knocked to the ground by him, his face smeared with mud, looking utterly bedraggled.

The more Qiu Zhenghua thought about it, the better he felt.

"Kneel and admit defeat. I can choose not to hurt you."

Qiu Zhenghua slashed again. This time, he used a martial skill.

He sent Xu Zhiming reeling back five or six steps.

"Hahaha... second move."

"I think five moves will be enough to defeat you!"

Dodging Xu Zhiming's attack sideways, Qiu Zhenghua's face was full of smiles.

The students watching from the side saw Xu Zhiming retreat.

They all shook their heads.

"Still, not bad. I think his vitality should be around twenty points, and his Vitality Quality is about twice normal too."

"But the gap between him and Qiu Zhenghua is too great. Qiu Zhenghua can be called the fourth strongest person in our school."

"Yeah. Once he breaks through to Level Ten Martial Artist, Qiu Zhenghua might no longer be his match."

Zeng Hao grew a little anxious and said to Wang Hu beside him,

"Teacher Wang Hu, aren't you going to stop the two of them?"

Wang Hu lowered his head and glanced at his right hand wrapped in bandages. Gritting his teeth, he steeled his heart.

"Stop... stop fighting, you two."

His own injuries could slowly heal, but if Xu Zhiming was hurt, it might affect his College Entrance Exam.

His figure shot forward at top speed.

The next moment, Wang Hu stopped where he was.

Sizzle.

Thunderbolt struck Qiu Zhenghua, electrocuting his entire body until it went numb.

He forcefully endured the pain and activated a speed martial skill, trying to escape Xu Zhiming's attack range.

Three more bolts of thunder fell.

He still wanted to summon his strength, but this time the thunderbolts were even stronger than before.

"Ah..."

Qiu Zhenghua's vitality was scattered by the blow. Every strand of his hair stood on end, and the air filled with a scorched smell.

"Hey, look over here."

Qiu Zhenghua followed the voice and looked over.

A long spear kept growing larger in his pupils.

He sensed the breath of death.

"No... don't, I'm..."

Thud, thud...

The spear shaft swept sideways.

Qiu Zhenghua's body flew backward, and he violently spat out several mouthfuls of blood in midair.

Xu Zhiming walked up to Qiu Zhenghua, carrying his spear and looking down at him.

He planted a foot on Qiu Zhenghua's mouth.

Qiu Zhenghua still tried to struggle.

"Mmgh... I..."

Then Xu Zhiming's voice sounded again.

"Don't move, unless you want your third leg broken."

He watched Xu Zhiming pick up his saber and place it between his legs.

"I... admit..."

Xu Zhiming raised his hand and punched Qiu Zhenghua in the mouth.

His teeth shattered, and air immediately leaked through his mouth.

"Don't move. I know you know who I am."

Two more punches came down.

Stars flashed before Qiu Zhenghua's eyes, and he felt a little dizzy.

The next moment,

he felt the fingers of his right hand gripped by an enormous force.

Crack!

"Ah... mgh..."

Qiu Zhenghua fainted.

Xu Zhiming released him, and Qiu Zhenghua's right hand fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

Holding the spear he had swiped from the school's Martial Arts Building, he prepared to leave.

Then he caught sight of Qiu Zhenghua's left hand from the corner of his eye.

He paused and turned around.

He reached out and grabbed it.

"Sorry, I forgot it needs symmetrical beauty."

Xu Zhiming exerted force.

Crack...

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

Qiu Zhenghua woke up.

Ten fingers connected to the heart. Stars flashed before his eyes, and he could not open them at all.

His abdomen ached in waves, as if he had been hit by a truck.

He stared fixedly at Xu Zhiming.

Why? He had clearly held the upper hand—how had the situation reversed in an instant?

And Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level—how could it possibly be this damaging?

Xu Zhiming's vitality was clearly weaker than his.

"Tch, I thought you were so strong. You couldn't even take one spear from my Brother Xu."

"Weakling."

Meng Tian ran up to Qiu Zhenghua and mocked him twice.

Zeng Hao came over and spat to the side.

"Xu Zhiming, wait for me. I can still take two more Five Thunders Striking the Crown."

"Me too, me too."

Xu Zhiming laughed heartily.

"One at a time. Everyone gets a turn."

At the scene,

there remained only a crowd of bewildered spectators, crying out, "Holy shit."

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