Xu Zhiming, Do You Want a Teacher or Not

"Dean, something terrible has happened."

"Qiu Zhenghua was taken down in one move by that new guy, Xu Zhiming."

The Dean of Academic Affairs looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"As a teacher, Xiao Li, how can you talk nonsense like that?"

"Dean, please watch the video."

The Dean of Academic Affairs opened the video.

The video's main subjects were two youths standing in the middle.

One held a long spear, the other a broadsword.

The Dean of Academic Affairs compared them; Xu Zhiming was better-looking.

Seeing Xu Zhiming take a few steps back, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

"Isn't this Qiu Zhenghua suppressing Xu Zhiming?"

A question flashed through his thoughts.

Just then.

Several streaks of light flashed across the screen, and he saw Qiu Zhenghua sent flying by a single horizontal sweep of Xu Zhiming's spear.

Even from dozens of meters away, he could clearly hear Qiu Zhenghua's screams of agony.

The spear shaft flickered with thunder, like the Electric Shock Kid.

"I..."

The Dean of Academic Affairs rubbed his eyes, watching Xu Zhiming chase after him and pound him relentlessly.

He couldn't help but shudder.

This kid—not someone to mess with.

He thought back to what he'd said earlier.

All Xu Zhiming's fault—why didn't he show his strength, making him pick the wrong side?

He cleared his throat lightly, trying to hint at the Vice Principal.

"My friend, from what you're saying, Qiu Zhenghua lost to Xu Zhiming?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The Dean of Academic Affairs lowered his head, silently stepping two paces away from the principal.

Come on, even if your brother-in-law is from the Qiu Family, you don't have to suck up this much—you've dragged me off course too.

"Vice Principal, I have some matters to attend to, I'll take my leave first."

"I'm going to reallocate the resources. Since Xu Zhiming and the others have transferred to our school, as the Dean of Academic Affairs, it's my responsibility to look after every student."

"No need for me to go solicit sponsors anymore?"

Zhao Deyun glanced at the Dean of Academic Affairs. That old fox.

Now that he knows the news, he's panicking.

Zhao Deyun watched the Dean of Academic Affairs slink away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

The pressure he'd endured all this time vanished like smoke.

At over fifty years old, he still got to experience the feeling of holding his head high.

Gotta say, it felt pretty good.

The Vice Principal was stunned; he caught the meaning behind the Dean of Academic Affairs' words.

What had happened? One message, and he changed his stance?

He pulled out his phone to check the news too.

The teacher group chat was already flooded with messages.

"The principal's amazing—right before the college entrance exams, he still managed to dig up a genius, no, a Heavenly Pride."

"After my Pythagorean theorem analysis, Xu Zhiming hasn't broken through to Level 10 yet, but he can still beat Qiu Zhenghua—definitely a Heavenly Pride!"

"First High School is probably regretting it now, letting a Heavenly Pride-level powerhouse get forced out."

"Regret what? I looked into it—that Qiu Family genius probably has over eighty points of blood energy now. Xu Zhiming still falls short compared to him."

"Pfft, everyone knows Xu Zhiming's story. Getting targeted was all Qiu Yingzong's doing—that petty bastard, I don't think he even deserves to be called a genius."

"..."

The Vice Principal rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

Had he bet on the wrong horse?

Vaguely, he felt two mocking gazes fixed on him.

Even after twenty-five years in the workplace, his face still burned with shame.

He couldn't stay in the principal's office any longer.

"Old Xie, you were talking so tough just now. How come you suddenly went quiet?"

"Don't tell me—Qiu Zhenghua got beaten?"

Zhao Deyun's face was full of smiles.

Xie Tuding felt stifled inside and shot the two of them a harsh glare.

These two were definitely doing this on purpose.

It had only been about ten minutes since Xu Zhiming defeated Qiu Zhenghua.

He had been in the principal's office the whole time, and Zhao Deyun hadn't looked at his phone before this.

Where did he get the news from?

"Xu Zhiming went too far. He has to be punished!"

Zhao Deyun shook his head.

"Injuries are inevitable when martial artists spar. What Qiu Zhenghua suffered isn't serious."

"But you're right. Punish Xu Zhiming with ten days of confinement in the Training Room."

The Vice Principal stared deeply at Zhao Deyun.

How ruthless. No surprise, coming from a military man.

Severing someone's hand and breaking a few ribs counted as light injuries.

Xie Tuding left quickly. As the brother-in-law, he ought to go see his wife's younger brother.

"Take your time, no need to see us out."

"Hahahahaha... satisfying!"

Hearing Zhao Deyun's words only made Xie Tuding more irritated.

He even felt a trace of resentment toward Qiu Zhenghua.

Trash. Couldn't even beat someone with no resources and no Visualization Chart.

Of course, he could only complain in his head. Qiu Zhenghua's future was definitely brighter than his.

First, he'd butter up his brother-in-law.

The Qiu Family still had Qiu Yingzong. He would definitely deal with Xu Zhiming later.

To secure a good rank in the Five-City Joint Exam, Qiu Yingzong had already returned to the Qiu Family.

His father-in-law, a Level 39 martial artist, was personally instructing him.

By next month, his blood vitality would break through by at least a hundred points.

A hundred points of blood vitality, plus the family's Martial Dao Visualization Chart and martial techniques—his combat power would likely rival an ordinary Level 19 martial artist.

"Xu Zhiming, your good days only have twenty left."

"Even if I can't kill you, I can still cripple you and ruin your college entrance exam performance."

Inside the principal's office.

Zhao Deyun and Huang Yilong exchanged glances and smiled in tacit understanding.

"Not bad, Zhao Deyun. After all these years out, you haven't forgotten what the military taught you."

Zhao Deyun laughed heartily.

"Not bad. Of course, I wouldn't dare forget my mission."

"Old squad leader, you want Xu Zhiming to be your student?"

Huang Zilong waved his hand, took out a cigarette, and lit one.

He took a deep, indulgent drag.

"You don't mind the smoke, do you?"

"You've already lit it. Am I supposed to make Old Squad Leader put it out?"

Huang Zilong blew out a smoke ring and said with a smile.

"You've never seen a Heavenly Pride before—especially one like Xu Zhiming, a Heavenly Pride who rises through comprehension. The little I know..."

"At most two months, I think he'll have learned it all."

Zhao Deyun frowned, a flash of shock in his eyes.

Such a high appraisal? Had he underestimated Xu Zhiming?

"Go watch the video of Xu Zhiming's fight. Someone should have posted it in your group. Let me test you—what can you see?"

"Instant Wind Thunder Fist? No, the sixth layer of Wind Thunder Fist wasn't this powerful before. How did it improve so much in such a short time?"

Huang Yilong shook his head. "Your martial technique analysis still isn't up to par. First, let me state my request."

"Do your best to build a good relationship with Xu Zhiming. Don't let those aristocratic families poach him."

"So many years have passed, and too few Heavenly Prides have emerged from our military."

Zhao Deyun nodded heavily.

"Old squad leader, I'll follow your lead."

On the first floor of the Martial Arts Building at Yunshui Second High School.

Xu Zhiming continued practicing two martial techniques, occasionally alternating with the Martial Dao Visualization Chart for cultivation.

[You diligently cultivate Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 90x Critical Hit]

[You diligently cultivate Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a 50x Critical Hit]

[You diligently cultivate C-grade Rolling Heavenly Thunder once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit]

[...]

Zeng Hao and the others stared blankly at Xu Zhiming, who seemed tireless, drenched in sweat.

"No wonder Xu Zhiming is so strong. Training like this—it's practically inhuman."

Meng Tian was envious. Xu Zhiming's blood energy seemed to have no upper limit, constantly rising.

Right now, he was extremely curious about how many points Xu Zhiming's blood energy had.

"Xu Zhiming, do you want a teacher?"