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"What teacher, an Action Coach?"

Meng Tian's eyes lit up with doubt, and his Wind Thunder Fist movements involuntarily halted.

Crackle.

His scalp tingled, and Meng Tian quickly pulled his focus back to his punches.

Zhang Wei walked up to Xu Zhiming, panting heavily from running all the way here.

He had just finished Cultural Studies when he got a message from Huang Yilong, and he sprinted straight to the Martial Arts Tower to notify Xu Zhiming.

Zhang Wei knew that when Xu Zhiming practiced martial techniques, he never looked at his phone.

If he sent a message, Xu Zhiming might not see it for a while.

He hadn't expected Huang Yilong to come to Yunshui Second High School, and he hadn't asked for the specific reason—either way, it was good news.

Huang Yilong had taken the initiative to say he wanted to be Xu Zhiming's teacher, and Zhang Wei remembered that the man was a Spear Master.

Xu Zhiming also trained with a spear; with a Spear Master guiding him, his growth rate would be even faster.

"It's an Action Coach... no, spear technique actions."

Meng Tian was a bit stunned. Spear technique actions?

Wait, did teachers nowadays even teach such secretive things?

How was this kind of treatment even possible?

Crackle.

Meng Tian winced and continued punching.

"Huang Yilong, you know him, right? That teacher from First High School who taught students for free and was the strongest."

Xu Zhiming raised an eyebrow. He knew of this person.

He had just transferred to their school at the start of the term—no, now he was a student at Second High.

He taught the three students who had Training Rooms on the top floor.

Sometimes he also gave pointers to the top ten students.

According to a few students who had been guided, he was a Spear Master.

"I know him. What about it?"

Zhang Wei grew more excited as he spoke.

"He said he can guide you, help improve your spear technique, for free."

Xu Zhiming frowned.

He never believed in free lunches in this world.

A Spear Master's lesson cost at least ten thousand yuan per hour on the market.

Could it be that he saw potential in his talent?

He had also heard from Meng Tian and the others that they all thought his comprehension was incredibly monstrous.

Only he himself knew that it wasn't monstrous comprehension—it was just simple hard work that could trigger critical hits.

Xu Zhiming muttered to himself, whatever, since it cost nothing, he'd first see what the guy was selling.

"Alright, when is he coming?"

Zhang Wei patted Xu Zhiming on the shoulder.

"Study well. He's got real skills. He'll be here soon."

Xu Zhiming gave a slight nod.

Whether he had real skills or not, he would know the moment he tested him.

The students nearby were stunned.

"I know what spear techniques are, I know what a master is, and I've even visited free websites... but put those words together, and I can't make heads or tails of it."

"Free of charge? That's tens of thousands a day saved!"

"Damn, if I had such good fortune, I'd be willing to drive a luxury car, live in a mansion, and marry an eighty-year-old rich woman."

"Tch, I remember you. Last time you said if Xu Zhiming beat Qiu Zhenghua, you'd eat shit. Now you want to take and eat again."

Meng Tian was also a bit envious of Xu Zhiming.

Sure enough, once a Heavenly Pride showed their edge, all kinds of good things came rolling in.

Fame and fortune came, but danger followed too.

He'd have to remind Xu Zhiming to watch out for those Cult Organizations.

Zhang Wei gave a few more instructions, telling Xu Zhiming to focus on improving his strength, then left.

At that moment, his mood was very cheerful.

A few days ago, he had been ostracized by the teachers at Yunshui Second High, but just now, many people were actively greeting him.

"Teacher Zhang's got skill, raising Xu Zhiming like this."

"Haha, Teacher Zhang has a real eye for talent. I'll have to consult him more from now on."

All sorts of talk swirled around Xu Zhiming.

Every other teacher who entered Yunshui Second High School did so through strength or Cultural Studies.

Only he and Wang Hu got in because of Xu Zhiming, dragged along as an afterthought.

Zhang Wei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. What did they call it—one person attains the Dao, and their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven?

This group of theirs was the perfect example.

"Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo... what kind of normal person calls themselves a chicken or a dog?"

He knew all about the gossip from others.

So what if he was just lucky?

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With all those teachers at First High School, wasn't he the only one who'd discovered Xu Zhiming?

What did they call it? Insight. That was insight.

He deserved to ride Xu Zhiming's coattails all the way to the top.

Xu Zhiming continued practicing his martial techniques, still looking forward to the Spear Master's arrival.

A Spear Master—maybe, just maybe, they could help him push Coiling Dragon Surging Waves to a higher level.

Every now and then, he'd land a hit on Zeng Hao and the others.

Some Yunshui Second High School students training in Wind Thunder Fist also found Xu Zhiming, offering to pay for his guidance.

"Classmate Xu Zhiming, we'll pay you a thousand an hour for pointers."

"If that's not enough, I can add more."

Xu Zhiming refused without hesitation. He didn't have that much time to teach people.

With Meng Tian providing the medicinal agents, he didn't need to worry about cultivation resources anymore.

A few students' eyes dimmed, and they sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, Heavenly Prides didn't care about money.

"I don't have time to answer your questions. But if you pay close enough attention, you should be able to pick up a thing or two just by watching me throw punches."

In an instant.

The students practicing Wind Thunder Fist on the first floor of the Martial Arts Tower were overjoyed.

"Thank you, Xu Zhiming. He's not chasing us off—way better than the others."

"This is what a real Heavenly Pride looks like. He's not afraid of us catching up; he lets us watch openly."

"Compared to Qiu Zhenghua? Pfft, Qiu Zhenghua isn't even fit to tie Xu Zhiming's shoes."

After saying that, Xu Zhiming went back to practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

He didn't care at all about the chatter from the students around him.

He'd experienced those days of struggling and failing to improve too. Once, he was just like these classmates.

Scraping together money, saving up for the last month or two, trying to sign up for classes and buy medicinal agents to get stronger.

In the crowd.

Huang Yilong nodded silently.

This kid was pretty good. He liked his style.

He hadn't grown arrogant just because his strength far surpassed his classmates'.

A world of difference from that Qiu Yingzong.

Thinking of Qiu Yingzong left a bad taste in Huang Yilong's mouth.

If he'd known earlier that the guy wasn't even considering the Military University, he'd have stopped sparring with him to boost his combat experience long ago.

With less than two weeks left, he'd do his best to raise Xu Zhiming's spear technique to the beginner level.

He'd watched Xu Zhiming fight earlier. His spear technique was crude at best.

Aside from Coiling Dragon Surging Waves, he probably had no systematic training in spear skills.

"Xu Zhiming, Meng Tian—you two, come with me."

Xu Zhiming suddenly heard someone calling him from the crowd.

He wasn't flustered. He finished that round of Wind Thunder Fist, steadied himself, and looked at the newcomer.

The man wasn't tall. His right arm was severed, replaced by a Mechanical Arm.

But standing there in the crowd, he gave Xu Zhiming the feeling of a tiger among sheep.

An extremely intimidating aura radiated from him.

Xu Zhiming didn't know what that aura was.

This man was Huang Yilong, the Spear Master.

He said a few words to Zeng Hao and the others, then headed upstairs.

"Let's go."

Meng Tian rubbed his head and glanced at Zeng Hao and the others.

"You guys are too worn out. I figure you've already hit your limit today."

"Don't envy me, bro. I'm just a legend."

Meng Tian ran a hand over his crew cut and swaggered after him.

"Brother Xu, I think we can push it a bit more. I can still take it."

Arriving at the top floor.

Huang Yilong took a key from his pocket and tossed it to Xu Zhiming.

"Training Room key."

Xu Zhiming caught it and was just about to insert the key.

Creak.

A door opened beside him.

Xu Zhiming glanced back. A tall, graceful figure—he could only see her back.

Somehow, it felt like he'd seen her somewhere before?

"Brother Xu, stop staring. That's Feng Li, the top student at our school."

"If you want, I'll go ask for her contact info?"

Meng Tian chuckled teasingly, completely unbothered by Huang Yilong standing nearby.