Unfair Stimulation Needed, Should Have Said So

Wang Ma looked at Xu Zhiming with barely concealed anticipation.

From the fact that Xu Zhiming hadn't wanted to waste time coming in to watch, Wang Ma could tell he was a martial arts fanatic—a very hardworking person.

Yunshui Second High School wasn't short on hardworking students.

But he, Wang Ma, was short on an opponent of equal strength and equal effort.

Only through competition could there be progress.

Wang Ma thought of Feng Li. That didn't count.

Challenging Feng Li would just be getting crushed.

"Come on, let's give it a try."

Xu Zhiming took a deep breath and finished one round of Wind Thunder Fist.

[You diligently practiced one round of Wind Thunder Fist, triggering a 150x Critical Hit]

[Physique: 36.79]

"No contest. I just want to refine the Monster Beast Essence Blood and raise my strength."

Wang Ma nodded. Whether they competed wasn't up to Xu Zhiming.

If he thought they were competing, then they were competing.

"Teacher Huang, I have forty-five points of Physique, and my highest D-grade martial skill—"

Huang Yilong waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

"I don't care about you two. Drink as you see fit. I'll set a time limit."

"Half an hour. Whoever refines the most Monster Beast Essence Blood wins."

Xu Zhiming didn't even listen to Huang Yilong's words. He walked up to the bucket filled with Monster Beast Essence Blood.

Picked up a bowl and took a big gulp.

Instantly, Xu Zhiming felt a massive surge of energy erupt inside his body.

It violently slammed into all his internal organs, as if trying to tear them apart.

His expression tightened. He had underestimated the power of Level 35 Monster Beast Essence Blood.

At the same time, a massive, bloodthirsty Demon Wolf seemed to howl inside his mind.

There was definitely no such beast around Cloud Water City. Could it be from inside the Mirage Realm?

Xu Zhiming's mind flashed with the thought, and he immediately began practicing Wind Thunder Fist and Rolling Heavenly Thunder, refining that immense power.

Beside him, Wang Ma saw Xu Zhiming take a big gulp, so he took one too.

His Physique was higher than the other's. If the other drank that much, he definitely had to drink even more.

The moment it went down, he understood why Xu Zhiming hadn't said a word and had immediately started practicing martial skills.

Damn it.

How was Level 35 Monster Beast Essence Blood this fierce?

He'd drunk Level 30 Monster Beast Essence Blood before, and it was way weaker than this.

He closed his eyes, striving to refine the energy. He couldn't lose to Xu Zhiming.

[You diligently practiced one round of Wind Thunder Fist, triggering a 120x Critical Hit]

[You diligently practiced one round of Rolling Heavenly Thunder, triggering a 50x Critical Hit]

[...]

Only one thought remained in Xu Zhiming's mind: refine the power inside his body.

And resist the residual will attack of the Demon Wolf in his mind.

Xu Zhiming clearly understood that once his strength improved, he would eventually have to fight beasts.

This was a good chance to gain experience.

After finishing one round of Wind Thunder Fist, Xu Zhiming felt that the Demon Wolf's impact on him seemed to have weakened slightly.

He had no time to think about why. He continued refining.

Time slowly passed.

Five minutes later.

The watching students noticed that Xu Zhiming's expression had relaxed considerably.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zhiming walked up to the Monster Beast Essence Blood and took another big gulp.

This move caught most people off guard.

Except for one person: Huang Yilong.

A hint of a smile flashed through Huang Zilong's mind. It seemed this kid had actually managed to glean something from the Heavenly Thunder Fist left behind by Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

He couldn't help but marvel at Xu Zhiming's comprehension.

Although it was comprehended based on the foundation laid by predecessors, it was still quite good.

Now he could be certain that Xu Zhiyuan had definitely understood the true essence behind True King Wind Thunder's creation of the Wind Thunder Fist.

Only by grasping that true essence could one derive something from the Heavenly Thunder Fist.

Thinking about what Xu Zhiyuan had gone through, it really did seem to be the case.

Come to think of it, it was also quite strange.

Ever since Yunshui First High School started classes in March, they had been trying to funnel all resources to Qiu Yingzong.

Because they feared angering him, Peng Sixiong hadn't agreed.

When he went out to hunt monsters, wanting to verify his own path.

In April, they couldn't wait to give all the resources to Qiu Yingzong.

Perhaps it was precisely this experience that made Xu Zhiming understand the true essence of the Wind Thunder Fist.

"If I'd known such unfair treatment was needed, I would have left long ago.

Looks like this kid's rapid rise is partly my credit."

Huang Yilong chuckled softly, his gaze falling on the other students who were still trying.

Aside from Zeng Hao, only two people had persisted.

None of them had reached the time limit he had set.

Moreover, as more and more people failed.

Most now had a reference standard and didn't dare to try.

Huang Yilong sighed inwardly.

These brats, they've had it too easy these days.

They don't even have the courage to challenge themselves.

The time limits he set for each person weren't something they could actually reach.

He only wanted to screen out students who kept working hard and never gave up.

Huang Yilong naturally wouldn't say this out loud.

He quietly watched to see which of the two, Xu Zhiming and Wang Ma, could refine more Monster Beast Essence Blood.

Based on his guess about these two Old Six students.

Xu Zhiming, benefiting from the Wind Thunder Fist and Rolling Heavenly Thunder, had effects that expelled evil and suppressed filth, so his refining speed was slightly faster.

Wang Ma had stronger blood energy and decent endurance.

All things considered, the two were about the same.

A few more minutes passed.

Wang Ma also went to take another big gulp.

The students who loved watching the excitement kept count of how much each had drunk.

"Wang Ma has drunk almost five hundred milliliters, that's nearly ten times as much as me."

"Xu Zhiming has also drunk nearly five hundred, their refining speeds are about the same."

[You strive to refine Monster Beast Essence Blood, blood energy increased by 0.1, triggering 10x Critical Hit, blood energy increased by 1]

[Blood Energy: 39.01 (2.2)]

By normal standards, Huang Yilong's guess was quite accurate.

But he forgot that Xu Zhiming's blood energy increased faster than Wang Ma's.

The stronger the blood energy, the faster the refining speed.

And so.

Everyone saw that the intervals between Xu Zhiming's drinks of Monster Beast Essence Blood grew shorter and shorter.

Half an hour passed quickly in this tense atmosphere.

The students watching the two compete grew fewer and fewer.

Only a few students who were already exhausted from practicing martial arts today were still watching.

"Wang Ma is at a thousand milliliters."

"Xu Zhiming is already at twelve hundred!"

"Three minutes left, I think Xu Zhiming should win."

"Time's up."

Hearing someone say time was up, Wang Ma stopped, breathing heavily, feeling like his internal organs were about to burst.

Seeing that Xu Zhiming was still drinking and didn't stop just because time was up, he raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Holy shit, what an animal!"

Wang Ma watched this scene, a sense of urgency rising in his heart.

If Xu Zhiming kept this up, he felt his own qi and blood would be overtaken.

He had always considered himself the King of Inner Rolled, but he never expected to meet his match today.

He had to keep rolling.

Two hours later.

Wang Ma collapsed limply on the ground.

"Monster Beast Essence Blood is good, but don't overindulge."

He conceded, completely conceded.

Xu Zhiming out-rolled him.

He also found the reason—it had to be the martial techniques and the qi and blood cultivation diagram.

Xu Zhiming didn't feel tired at all; in fact, his condition was excellent.

He pulled up the panel he hadn't looked at carefully in a long time, ready to check his current stats across the board.