Meng Tian: It Shattered?

"Only thirteen wrong?"

Huang Yilong had seen people who, after watching him demonstrate once, made only a few mistakes—or even none at all.

But those people either had extensive combat experience or practice with other blade or sword techniques.

Or they were high-ranked and strong.

In his decades of life, he had never seen someone with almost no foundation in spear arts watch a demonstration and produce this many correct moves.

Huang Yilong took a deep breath. Calm down, calm down.

He was a man who had seen the world. This kind of scene was nothing.

"Damn it, calm my ass."

"I have to drag this kid into the military."

"But I need to observe a bit more—see what his personality is like."

Right now, Huang Yilong truly felt he had struck gold.

Coming out for a stroll out of boredom, he never expected to discover a genius like this.

Xu Zhiming's displayed comprehension could absolutely reach the level of a General-level Heavenly Talent.

General-level Heavenly Talents—there aren't many in Daxia each year. When one appears, every faction fights over them.

He had to be careful of those old foxes in the Martial Arts Ministry of Education trying to poach him.

Better to hide Xu Zhiming's comprehension for now. The Ministry would at most think he was Soldier-level.

Soldier-level Heavenly Talents are pretty common. The competition pressure isn't as high.

Xu Zhiming, naturally, had no idea what Huang Yilong was thinking.

In his mind, he reviewed his previous movements, analyzing where they were off.

The system's critical hit feedback had given him the standard movements.

That was also the reason he improved so fast—he could constantly review where he practiced wrong.

Feeling he had corrected enough, Xu Zhiming continued practicing the spear art.

His intuition told him that mastering these one hundred and eight moves would greatly benefit his spear-type martial techniques.

He ran through it again.

[You have diligently practiced Basic Spear Art once, triggering 10x Critical Hit]

Huang Yilong watched quietly from the side, having forcibly calmed himself down.

The second time, only three moves were wrong.

The third time, there were no mistakes—all moves were standard.

But since he had just started practicing, the movements weren't fluid yet and still needed refinement.

Huang Yilong walked to the side, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and silently lit one.

He had seen Heavenly Talents before. He had once been one himself.

This was too demoralizing.

Xu Zhiming made him, a Spear Master, feel like a fool.

This was Master-level spear technique.

How was it that, in Xu Zhiming's hands, it seemed almost redundant?

At least the few Heavenly Talents he had taught before still needed him to correct their movements.

In front of Xu Zhiming, it seemed like he couldn't do anything except teach the moves?

Huang Yilong glanced back, his expression somewhat frustrated.

He really wanted to go over and correct Xu Zhiming's movements, to tell him one was wrong.

He thought about it and decided against it.

This kind of attention-seeking act wasn't worth doing.

He believed that with Xu Zhiming's comprehension, the kid already understood the purpose of these one hundred and eight moves.

He might as well enjoy the leisure.

The smoke drifting through the air carried a hint of helplessness.

Inside the training room, Meng Tian's howls rang out from time to time.

Meng Tian had thought that since Xu Zhiming was immersed in practicing the spear art, he could take it easy.

He never expected the guy to have eyes in the back of his head.

The moment he slacked off even a little, he got zapped.

Meng Tian would twitch involuntarily even when sleeping at night—he had been conditioned into a reflex.

Time passed gradually, and soon a full day had gone by.

He returned home.

Xu Zhiming continued training, but not martial techniques or spear arts.

He practiced Rolling Heavenly Thunder.

Rolling Heavenly Thunder enhanced vitality and improved Vitality Quality.

With enough medicinal support, his vitality and Vitality Quality steadily increased.

Over the next five days, Xu Zhiming lived a routine of three fixed points.

During this time, the Wind Thunder Martial Hall master called Meng Tian, trying to contact him.

Huang Yilong didn't teach him anything new, just told him to ask if he had questions.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt a hint of grievance in Huang Yilong's tone.

Five days later.

Meng Tian tested his vitality under the Vitality Testing Device.

"Your vitality has reached 19.99, an increase of 0.035 from the last test."

Meng Tian was a little excited—only 0.01 remained before he could reach twenty points of vitality.

If he reached twenty points, his Elder Sister could help him activate his bloodline.

Once the bloodline was activated, he would at least match a General-level Heavenly Talent!

Meng Tian breathed a sigh of relief; all his efforts were worth it in this moment.

If this had been before, he might have been excited for a long time.

He would have immediately pulled out his phone to call his Elder Sister and show off.

But now, he had changed.

He didn't call; he just silently took a photo and sent it.

Meng Tian glanced at Xu Zhiming, who was relentlessly practicing his spear beside him, and couldn't help feeling some admiration.

He slowly performed a round of Wind Thunder Fist.

Very slow.

With his vitality close to twenty points, he could finish all the moves of Wind Thunder Fist in at most thirty seconds at full speed.

Meng Tian recalled his experiences.

When he first arrived at Small City, he was like a dog chased out with its tail between its legs.

He had asked his Elder Sister to stand up for him.

"If your vitality doesn't reach twenty points and you can't activate your bloodline, even if I stand up for you, you'll still be looked down on later."

"Meng Tian, remember, in the martial era, dignity is earned with your fists."

From then on, he made up his mind, put away his half-hearted attitude, and trained hard.

Unfortunately, half a year couldn't change much.

Just when he was about to despair.

He got lucky and met Xu Zhiming.

After finishing one round of Wind Thunder Fist, Meng Tian exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

Wind Thunder Fist stirred his vitality flow, which took a long time to settle.

Thunderbolt fell, and Meng Tian closed his eyes.

"Awesome, Brother Xu, give me more intensity."

Xu Zhiming was satisfied.

He had watched that round of Wind Thunder Fist.

Very good—it already matched the true essence of Wind Thunder Fist as created by True King Wind Thunder.

Xu Zhiming knew that Meng Tian had already grasped it.

A few more rounds, and Wind Thunder Fist would break through to the Sixth Level.

He thought for a moment.

He had roughly guessed what was hidden inside Meng Tian's body.

A True King bloodline—in other words, the descendant of a powerhouse.

The conditions for activating a True King bloodline were very harsh.

By normal logic, Meng Tian's vitality shouldn't have increased this fast.

Xu Zhiming understood clearly—it was because of Wind Thunder Fist's Sixth Level.

Bit by bit, it wore away the restraints on Meng Tian's bloodline, slowly raising his upper limit.

Meng Tian's situation was like a chick locked inside an eggshell.

Wind Thunder Fist could help him slowly grind away the outer shell.

Now, only a little remained before the final step.

As it happened, his Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level could also give Meng Tian a hand.

Xu Zhiming stopped, quietly watching Meng Tian practice 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—over a dozen bolts of lightning as thick as an arm—crashed directly onto Meng Tian.

Meng Tian was stunned. What was going on?

The next moment, he fell straight backward.

Before passing out, Meng Tian felt something shatter.

"No way, did my egg get fried?"

Xu Zhiming stood nearby, sensing the aura within Meng Tian's body continuously rising.

His vitality surged quickly, reaching forty points in an instant, and it still hadn't stopped.

Xu Zhiming knew it had worked.

He pulled up his panel and glanced at his own vitality.

Vitality: 35.45 (2.1)

"As expected, a second-generation powerhouse."

In the training room next door.

A slender girl with a ponytail.

She had been closing her eyes, raising her vitality, when she suddenly snapped them open and scanned the numbers on the Vitality Testing Device.

"1599...433...52.34"

The numbers on the screen finally stabilized at 52.34.

The girl's features were delicate, her pupils like an unfathomable black night.

Her black pupils returned to normal, revealing clear, bright eyes.

Feng Li's pretty face was full of confusion. How could there be the aura of a True King level expert?

"Who is it?"