Feng Li, I'll Get Brother Xu's Number For You

A flicker of doubt crossed Feng Li's exquisitely beautiful face.

This aura was too weak. It wasn't the aura of a True King, which meant someone had awakened a True King bloodline.

A name flashed through Feng Li's mind: Meng Tian.

She had observed Meng Tian before—ambitious but lacking ability.

From the intelligence she had gathered, she knew that Meng Tian had been bullied. Instead of working hard to improve himself and reclaim his standing, he had actually asked her sister for help.

Feng Li held such people in utter contempt from the bottom of her heart.

In this regard, she admired Xu Zhiming more. He was the same kind of person as her—relying on his own efforts to obtain what he wanted.

Feng Li rubbed her exquisite face, stood up, and walked to the side.

There was no way Meng Tian could awaken a True King bloodline on his own. The problem lay with Xu Zhiming.

This boy who practiced Wind Thunder Fist and had comprehended the artistic conception of the True King Wind Thunder when he created the Wind Thunder Fist.

In her mind, his value was no less than that of a General-level Heavenly Talent.

Even if he only had C-grade aptitude, who could say there wouldn't be a second True King Wind Thunder?

She estimated that Xu Zhiming, through Meng Tian, had already begun practicing Rolling Heavenly Thunder.

Since she had been worrying about not having a chance to understand Rolling Heavenly Thunder, she could learn about it through Xu Zhiming.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Feng Li's eyes.

Knock, knock, knock...

Hearing someone knock on the door, Xu Zhiming was a bit puzzled. Who could be coming?

He would finish this round of spear practice before opening the door.

[You have diligently practiced one round of the 108 Forms of Spear Technique, triggering a 50x Critical Hit.]

[Vitality 35.88]

Xu Zhiming pushed open the door, and a stunningly beautiful face came into view.

Because the distance was too close, and his vision had greatly improved along with his Vitality increase, a brief glance even allowed him to see the fine, downy fuzz on the girl's face.

Xu Zhiming didn't know how to describe it. Looking down slightly, he couldn't see his own feet.

She was the most beautiful girl he had seen since he had transmigrated all these years.

"May I ask what Classmate Feng Li needs?"

He naturally knew who this person was—the top Vitality student in the third year of Yunshui Second High School.

Beautiful, aloof, with formidable combat power, and on top of that, she loved to fight.

Xu Zhiming made a comparison, wondering how his combat power stacked up against Feng Li's now.

His Vitality was now over thirty points, and his Vitality Quality was more than double.

If it was just on the surface, Xu Zhiming felt he should be about on par with Feng Li.

But he couldn't rule out that she had hidden methods.

"Nothing much. I just sensed a very violent thunderclap and thought you two were fighting. I wanted to come and join the fun."

"Xu Zhiming, you're pretty strong, right? How about we have a fight?"

Xu Zhiming looked at the girl, who was full of eager anticipation.

No wonder no one at Yunshui Second High dared to pursue Feng Li.

Beautiful, and loves to fight.

Pursue me?

Beat me first, then we'll talk.

"No fight. I need to practice martial arts."

Xu Zhiming refused without hesitation. He only wanted to compare their combat power gap.

In two weeks, he would be participating in the Seven-City Joint Exam.

That would be enough time for his strength to surpass Feng Li's.

"Brother Xu, I feel like I've gotten stronger!"

Meng Tian woke up groggily. Before he even got to his feet, he could feel the surging Vitality within his body.

Fifty points? Or seventy points of Vitality?

Meng Tian didn't know. He just knew he was very strong now, strong enough to defeat Xu Zhiming with one punch.

"Awwooo... I've finally made it!"

With a carp flip, he stood up.

Meng Tian rubbed his head, his gaze sweeping around with arrogance.

The next moment, he met two pairs of eyes.

No, two pairs?

Only then did he notice Feng Li was also here.

"Cough... cough..."

"The air's a bit harsh today."

Meng Tian thought of something and quickly walked over to Feng Li.

Beaming, he looked at Feng Li.

"Classmate Feng Li, I saw you two chatting quite happily. Any interest in getting to know my Brother Xu?"

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"Look at my Brother Xu—185 centimeters tall, high nose bridge, handsome face."

Feng Li nodded.

"Fine. I want to spar with him. If he agrees, I'll add him."

Meng Tian winked at Xu Zhiming, ready to persuade him.

"I'm going to practice the martial Visualization Diagram."

With that said.

Xu Zhiming kicked Meng Tian out and slammed the door shut.

Meng Tian scratched his head awkwardly, glanced back, and saw Feng Li had also turned to leave.

"Hey, don't go, Feng Li! My Brother Xu has heaven-defying comprehension—he can infer the rest from one example. Give him some more time to improve, and he'll definitely beat you."

"Look at you two—a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman!"

A slightly cold voice rang out.

"You want to fight me? Win, and I'll add him."

A moment of silence.

"Fine, I'll fight. I'm not afraid of you."

Ten minutes later.

Xu Zhiming heard sounds from outside the door.

He had just started the martial Visualization Diagram, and his vitality hadn't finished tempering yet.

"Brother Xu, it's me, Meng Tian."

Five minutes later.

Xu Zhiming pushed open the door and saw Meng Tian rubbing his backside.

"You lost?"

Meng Tian nodded, a hint of defiance still on his face.

"That female Old Six, a total Old Six. She actually trained a C-grade Martial Skill, and her vitality is probably at sixty points too."

Xu Zhiming pointed at the Vitality Testing Device beside him.

"Test your vitality."

Meng Tian walked over, curious himself about what his vitality was.

He had already broken through to the tenth level, and after activating his bloodline, there was still a period of rapid improvement.

"77.85."

Meng Tian stared at the reading and quickly pulled out his phone.

"77.44?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Meng Tian was ecstatic, spreading his arms and charging at Xu Zhiming.

"Brother Xu, I love you!!"

Meng Tian was kicked stumbling, patted his butt, and didn't mind at all.

"Brother Xu, let me see how much your vitality has increased?"

Xu Zhiming glanced at him. So what if someone had a bloodline? Activating it made vitality skyrocket like that.

Suddenly gaining so much vitality, Meng Tian could barely control it—no wonder he couldn't beat Feng Li.

Not everyone was like him, able to perfectly control a surge in vitality.

The vitality from the system's critical hit and the vitality from Meng Tian's bloodline awakening were fundamentally different.

Stable versus shaky and unstable.

Xu Zhiming practiced Coiling Dragon Surging Waves. Lately, after training the One Hundred and Eight Spear Forms, practicing Coiling Dragon Surging Waves felt much easier.

He combined the two, and the movements could corroborate each other, allowing for faster improvement.

[You diligently practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves once, triggering a hundredfold critical hit.]

[Your vitality increases by 0.01, triggering a hundredfold critical hit, vitality increased by 1.]

[Vitality: 36.88]

[Your Coiling Dragon Surging Waves breaks through to the first layer.]

[Martial skills: D-grade Wind Thunder Fist (seventh layer), A-grade Coiling Dragon Surging Waves (incomplete) (first layer)]

Xu Zhiming looked at the panel, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

His vitality had increased again.

Originally, he thought that before breaking through to level ten, his vitality would hit a limit and be difficult to raise further.

Back when he was cultivating the incomplete seventh layer of Wind Thunder Fist, his vitality had indeed stalled for a few days.

Now, after cultivating Rolling Heavenly Thunder, Xu Zhiming clearly felt that his vitality could still continue to rise.

He didn't know how many points his vitality could reach at level one.

Forty points? Or fifty?

Meng Tian stood to the side, frowning. He felt something was off.

Forget thinking about it—he'd just ask directly.

"Thirty-five points? Brother Xu, when did you break through to level ten?"