"Not yet. Instead of asking me about vitality, why don't you practice your punches more and get a handle on that suddenly surging strength?"
Meng Tian raised his brows. That made perfect sense.
His bloodline had suddenly awakened; the stone weighing on his heart had finally fallen away, and he was so excited he barely knew which way was north.
At the same time, Xu Zhiming's current vitality had given him quite a fright.
He was definitely a General-level Heavenly Talent!
He could not understand why Xu Zhiming's vitality could keep rising.
Were Wind Thunder Fist and Rolling Heavenly Thunder really that powerful?
Even if Xu Zhiming broke through to Level 10 now, his vitality could reach seventy points, not that far below Meng Tian's own.
Meng Tian practiced Wind Thunder Fist, gradually mastering his abruptly enhanced vitality.
The two fell silent.
Five in the afternoon.
Meng Tian rubbed his head. Without being struck by lightning, he felt oddly uncomfortable.
"Brother Xu, hit me with lightning once."
Crackle.
"Hiss... Feels good!"
As if performing a magic trick, Meng Tian took out a book and placed it on the table beside him. Seeing that Xu Zhiming was still practicing his punches,
he let out a heavy breath.
"Brother Xu, it would be great if you got a little stronger. I'd introduce my sister to you and make you my brother-in-law."
"Brother Xu, see you at Divine Martial University."
Meng Tian closed his eyes and waved his hand.
Then he opened the Training Room door and left.
Xu Zhiming gave a slight nod and replied,
"If someone bullies you, wait until I get to Divine Martial University. I'll help you get even."
"If they're too strong, though, you'll have to pay extra."
The Secret Chamber door slowly closed. Meng Tian's expression froze at those words, then he burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahahaha... Deal!"
Meng Tian turned and left.
He had originally worried that Xu Zhiming would be unable to get into Divine Martial University.
With more than thirty points of vitality at Level 9, he could absolutely enter Divine Martial University.
Divine Martial University was the best university in Great Xia.
Every year, it only admitted the top thousand students in all of Great Xia.
Of course, it never filled all those spots, because several other schools would take away some of those candidates.
There were no waitlisted admissions; it accepted only the top thousand.
Every student was assigned a personal mentor, and even the weakest of them was a Level 60-plus powerhouse.
Not to mention anything else, most cities did not even have a single Level 60-plus powerhouse stationed there.
He remembered that Cloud Water City seemed to have only one martial artist in the forties stationed there.
A martial artist in the forties probably would not be able to cover much if trouble really came knocking.
Meng Tian slapped his forehead. It seemed he had forgotten something.
If he could not remember it, then so be it.
His sister had already arranged the flight. It was time to go.
Cloud Water Airport.
It was located on the eastern side of Cloud Water City.
Meng Tian got out of the car, pulled out a hundred yuan in cash from his pocket, and tossed it to the driver.
"Keep the change."
The driver glanced at the meter. Ninety-eight yuan. He was really not asking for just two yuan back?
No matter. With a discreet press, he added another twenty yuan.
Mm, and it was cash. He could stash it away as private savings.
Meng Tian headed into the airport.
He turned his head and spotted his sister.
She was chatting with a woman of roughly the same height, dressed in a blood-red short-sleeved shirt.
Meng Tian blinked. That figure felt strangely familiar.
After they exchanged a few words, he saw the woman produce an off-road vehicle out of thin air.
"A Space Ring that can fit an off-road vehicle... she's a rich lady."
Meng Tian hurried after his sister.
"Big Sis, who was that person you were talking to just now?"
"Blood Consort. She came to assess Xu Zhiming's Heavenly Pride level."
Meng Tian froze. When he turned back, the off-road vehicle had already vanished without a trace.
Blood Consort?
No, why was she the one assessing Brother Xu's Heavenly Pride level?
"Big Sis, Brother Xu has reached thirty-five vitality points at Level 9. That should meet the General-level Heavenly Talent standard, right?"
"For a General-level Heavenly Talent, Level 9 vitality must be between thirty and forty points, and Vitality Quality must also reach twice the normal level."
A heavy blow landed. Meng Tian clutched his head and looked at his sister in confusion.
"Big Sis, why did you hit me? My bloodline has already awakened!"
"You're so violent. Be careful, or you'll never get married. Then I won't introduce you to Brother Xu."
"Hehe... Someone helps you out, and you want to sell off your own sister?"
Thump thump thump!
Meng Tian clutched his head and fled like a rat.
"Big Sis, at this rate, you really will never get married!"
"No one would ever like a Southwest Tyrannosaurus!"
Wind Thunder Martial Hall, Cloud Water City.
Li Tianjian had been quite troubled lately. He contacted Meng Tian, only for Meng Tian to tell him that Xu Zhiming had no time and was giving him private instruction.
After reporting it to the upper management of Wind Thunder Martial Hall, he learned that this year's training slots for Soldier-level and General-level Heavenly Talents were already full.
There was still one training slot for a King-level Heavenly Talent.
Li Tianjian sighed. A King-level Heavenly Talent? It was impossible even to think about.
At Level 9, one needed over forty vitality points, with Vitality Quality exceeding three times the normal level.
Xu Zhiming's comprehension was quite good, but he still could not meet those requirements.
Li Tianjian remembered that Wind Thunder Martial Hall's King-level Heavenly Talent training slot had been vacant for five years already.
"The Level 40 martial artist responsible for replenishing the energy has disappeared too. We can't contact him."
"He has urgent business? What urgent business?"
The higher-ups had already sent him another person who had mastered the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist.
At least Wind Thunder Martial Hall's performance would not suffer too badly.
Beep beep beep...
Just then, a message came through.
"You can go invite Brother Xu now. I'm leaving. Hall Master Li, don't miss me."
Li Tianjian snorted. If there was anyone at Wind Thunder Martial Hall in Cloud Water City who could not wait for Meng Tian to leave,
he would take first place, with no one daring to claim second.
Meng Tian had hogged Xu Zhiming and refused to let him out, as though Xu Zhiming were his personal property.
But when Li Tianjian thought of what Meng Tian had given Xu Zhiming, he fell silent.
Wind Thunder Fist did have some effect in helping people temper themselves, but spending tens of millions like that...
All he could say was that he did not understand the world of the rich.
"Once you leave, Xu Zhiming will be mine."
Li Tianjian had already thought of the conditions he would use to lure Xu Zhiming over.
He did not believe Xu Zhiming could resist this temptation.
Even if Xu Zhiming came to teach for only one week, that would be enough.
Li Tianjian smiled faintly, full of confidence.
Yunshui Second High School.
First floor of the Martial Arts Building.
Huang Yilong was instructing Zeng Hao and the others in various techniques.
From Zhang Wei, he had learned about some of the things Zeng Hao and the others had done.
Not bad. They had a little of a martial artist's fighting spirit.
Listening to Zeng Hao and the others thank him, Huang Yilong found it all rather dull.
"Thank you, Teacher Huang. I feel like my Blade Technique has improved a lot."
"A Spear Master truly is a master. Just a few casual pointers from you have benefited us tremendously."
"I wonder why Teacher Huang hasn't gone upstairs to guide Xu Zhiming. He must have taught Xu Zhiming some extremely difficult techniques and is waiting for him to comprehend them."
Huang Yilong curled his lip.
He would never admit that he had not taught Xu Zhiming anything.
It was not as though he had taught him nothing. At the very least, he had taught him his trump card, the 108 Forms of Spear Technique.
Huang Yilong's gaze fell to the side. Over the past few days, he had finally processed more than half of the essence blood from those Level 30 ferocious beasts.
Monster Beast Essence Blood from Level 30 and above contained a trace of a ferocious beast's will.
If it was not processed, low-level martial artists could easily lose control after consuming it.
He had deliberately left behind a wisp, planning to select a few students with strong willpower and nurture them properly.
It would also be a good chance to see how well Xu Zhiming had mastered Wind Thunder Fist.
If Xu Zhiming could continue refining it without problems for several days,
then Xu Zhiming had likely comprehended the true essence that True King Wind Thunder had grasped when creating Wind Thunder Fist.
"I will select those with outstanding willpower. Anyone who meets my requirements may seek my guidance at any time."
Everyone in the crowd looked excited.
Over the past few days, they had already witnessed this Spear Master's tricky techniques and formidable strength.
A male student stepped out from the crowd.
"Teacher Huang, what are the requirements? We're ready."
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