"Only thirteen mistakes?"
Huang Yilong had seen people who, after watching him demonstrate once, made only a few mistakes in their movements—or even none at all.
But those people either had extensive combat experience or experience practicing other blade and sword techniques.
Or they were simply high-level and powerful.
In all his decades of life, he had never seen someone with practically no foundation in spear techniques who could perform so much after watching it once.
Huang Yilong took a deep breath. Stay calm, stay calm.
He had seen grand occasions before. A scene like this was nothing.
"Damn it, calm my ass."
"I have to lure this kid into the Military Department."
"But I need to observe him a little longer and see what his personality is like."
Huang Yilong truly felt that he had stumbled upon a treasure.
He had come out on a whim to kill time, yet he had unexpectedly discovered such a genius.
The comprehension Xu Zhiming had displayed could absolutely reach the level of a General-level Heavenly Talent.
There were not many General-level Heavenly Talents in Great Xia each year. Whenever one appeared, every faction scrambled to claim them.
He had to watch out for those Old Sixes from the Martial Arts Ministry of Education digging under his wall.
He should hide Xu Zhiming's comprehension for now. At most, the Ministry of Education would think Xu Zhiming was Soldier-level.
There were quite a few Soldier-level Heavenly Talents, so the competition would not be as fierce.
Naturally, Xu Zhiming had no idea what Huang Yilong was thinking.
He reviewed the earlier movements in his mind, going over every part that had not been standard.
The moves the system's critical-hit feedback had given him were all standard movements.
That was also why he improved so quickly. He could repeatedly review where he had practiced incorrectly.
Once he felt he had corrected things more or less, Xu Zhiming continued practicing his spear art.
His intuition told him that once he mastered these one hundred and eight movements, they would greatly benefit his practice of spear-type martial techniques.
He performed another round.
You diligently practiced Basic Spear Art once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit
Huang Yilong watched quietly from the side, having already forced himself to calm down.
On the second round, only three movements were wrong.
On the third round, there were no errors at all. Every movement was standard.
However, since he had only just begun practicing, his movements were not yet fluid and still required further polishing.
Huang Yilong walked to the side, took out a pack of cigarettes, and silently began smoking.
He had seen Heavenly Prides. He himself had once been one.
It was too demoralizing.
Xu Zhiming made him, a Spear Master, look somewhat like an idiot.
This was Spear Master-level skill.
How did it seem a little superfluous in Xu Zhiming's hands?
At the very least, the few Heavenly Prides he had taught before still needed him to correct their movements.
Before Xu Zhiming, it seemed that aside from teaching the movements, there was nothing else he could do.
Huang Yilong glanced back, his eyes somewhat gloomy.
He really wanted to go over, correct Xu Zhiming's movements, and tell him that one move was wrong.
After thinking it over, he decided to forget it.
He should not do something so desperate for a sense of presence.
He believed that with Xu Zhiming's comprehension, he already understood the purpose of these one hundred and eight movements.
It was nice to have some leisure.
The scent of smoke drifting through the air carried a hint of helplessness.
From time to time, Meng Tian's howls echoed through the Training Room.
Seeing Xu Zhiming immersed in practicing spear art, Meng Tian had originally thought he could relax a little.
Unexpectedly, the other man had eyes in every direction and ears in all eight.
The moment he slacked off even a little, he was struck by lightning.
Even in his sleep, Meng Tian would twitch unconsciously. He had been shocked into an instinctive response.
Time slowly passed, and a day soon went by.
After returning home,
Xu Zhiming continued training—not martial techniques, nor spear art.
He practiced Rolling Heavenly Thunder.
Rolling Heavenly Thunder increased vitality and improved Vitality Quality.
With a sufficient supply of potions, both his vitality and Vitality Quality steadily improved.
Over the next five days, Xu Zhiming lived a routine of three points and one line.
During that time, the master of Wind Thunder Martial Hall called Meng Tian, wanting to contact him.
Huang Yilong did not continue teaching him anything. He only told him to ask anytime if he had questions.
Xu Zhiming did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt that Huang Yilong's tone seemed somewhat resentful.
Five days later,
Meng Tian stood beneath the Vitality Testing Device and tested his vitality.
"Your vitality has reached 19.99, an increase of 0.035 from the previous test."
Meng Tian was somewhat excited. Only the final 0.01 remained before he reached twenty points of vitality.
If he reached twenty points of vitality, his older sister could help him activate the bloodline within his body.
Once his bloodline awakened, he could at the very least match a General-level Heavenly Talent!
Meng Tian let out a breath of relief. All his efforts had been worth it at this moment.
If it had been in the past, he might have been excited for a long time.
He would have immediately pulled out his phone and called his older sister to show off.
But now, he had changed.
He did not call. He merely took a photo in silence and sent it.
Meng Tian glanced at Xu Zhiming, who was continuously practicing spear art beside him, and could not help feeling some admiration.
He slowly performed a round of Wind Thunder Fist.
His speed was very slow.
With vitality close to twenty points, if he went all out with Wind Thunder Fist, he could complete every movement in thirty seconds at most.
Meng Tian recalled everything he had experienced.
When he had first arrived in the small city, he had been like a dog driven out by others, fleeing with its tail tucked between its legs.
He had asked his older sister to stand up for him.
"If your vitality cannot reach twenty points and you cannot activate your bloodline, then even if I stand up for you, people will still look down on you in the future."
"Meng Tian, remember this: in the age of martial arts, dignity is fought for with your fists."
From that moment onward, he had made up his mind. He put away his attitude of fishing for three days and drying nets for two, and trained diligently.
Unfortunately, half a year was simply not enough to change anything.
Just as he was about to despair,
his luck had been good enough for him to meet Xu Zhiming.
After Meng Tian finished a round of Wind Thunder Fist, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
Wind Thunder Fist drove his vitality into motion, and it could not settle for a long while.
Lightning descended, and Meng Tian closed his eyes.
"Awesome, Brother Xu. Make it fiercer."
Xu Zhiming was satisfied.
He had watched that round of Wind Thunder Fist just now.
It was very good. It had already aligned with the true essence behind True King Wind Thunder's creation of Wind Thunder Fist.
Xu Zhiming knew that Meng Tian had comprehended it.
After a few more rounds, Wind Thunder Fist would break through to the Sixth Level.
He thought for a moment.
He had already roughly guessed what Meng Tian possessed within his body.
True King bloodline—put another way, the descendants of the strong.
The conditions for activating a True King bloodline were extremely harsh.
By normal logic, Meng Tian's vitality could not have improved this quickly.
Xu Zhiming knew very clearly that it was thanks to Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level.
It was gradually grinding away the restraints on Meng Tian's bloodline, slowly raising his upper limit.
Meng Tian's situation was like that of a chick locked inside an eggshell.
Wind Thunder Fist could help him slowly wear away the shell.
Now, only a tiny bit remained before the final step.
As it happened, his Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level could give Meng Tian a hand as well.
Xu Zhiming stopped and quietly watched Meng Tian perform Wind Thunder Fist.
A few minutes later,
Xu Zhiming sensed a change in Meng Tian's aura.
"Meng Tian, don't blame me."
The next moment,
Rolling Heavenly Thunder erupted. More than ten bolts of lightning as thick as arms struck directly onto Meng Tian's body.
Meng Tian was dumbfounded. What was going on?
The next moment, he fell straight over.
Before losing consciousness, Meng Tian felt something break.
"No way, did my egg get shattered by lightning?"
Xu Zhiming stood beside him, sensing the aura within Meng Tian's body continuously rise.
His vitality rose rapidly, reaching forty points in the blink of an eye, yet it still did not stop.
Xu Zhiming knew it had worked.
He opened the panel and glanced at his own vitality.
Vitality: 35.45 (2.1)
"As expected of a second-generation powerhouse."
In the Training Room next door,
a slender girl with a ponytail
was sitting with her eyes closed, raising her vitality. She suddenly opened her eyes and glanced at the numbers on the Vitality Testing Device.
"15.99... 43.3... 52.34."
The number on the screen finally stabilized at 52.34.
The girl had exquisite features, and her pupils were like an unmelting night.
Her black pupils returned to normal, revealing clear and bright eyes.
Feng Li's pretty face was filled with confusion. Why was there an aura of a True King-level expert?
"Who was it?"
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