Smash Him with Money

Xu Zhiming gently exhaled the stale air from his chest.

Beside him, Zeng Hao widened his eyes, not daring to miss a single movement.

He practiced Wind Thunder Fist too and knew how to judge whether it had reached the fourth stage.

After completing one set of Wind Thunder Fist, a rumble resembling thunder would arise from the body.

The two people in the office held their breath, afraid of disturbing Xu Zhiming.

Zeng Hao watched Xu Zhiming's movements. They flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest hitch.

Every movement was so graceful and precise, just like the fourth-stage Wind Thunder Fist demonstrations he had seen online.

Zeng Hao slapped his forehead. Why had such a thought suddenly popped into his head?

He practiced Wind Thunder Fist too and had broken through to the third stage a month ago.

Yet his movements were nowhere near as smooth as Xu Zhiming's.

As he watched Xu Zhiming's movements reach their conclusion, his heart rose to his throat.

At this moment, he vaguely began to believe that Xu Zhiming's Wind Thunder Fist had truly reached the fourth stage.

Did hard work really work?

Rumble, rumble...

Zeng Hao's eyes flew wide, and he slapped his thigh.

He had nearly burst out with a national curse.

Then he noticed someone beside him recording Xu Zhiming.

He had just heard that this was a very promising job.

He could not disturb Xu Zhiming.

Xu Zhiming withdrew his fist and felt as though a current of electricity was coursing through his entire body.

You practiced Wind Thunder Fist one hundred times. Vitality increased by 0.01. 100x Critical Hit triggered. Vitality increased by 1.

The electric current suddenly intensified many times over, and his entire body went numb in an instant.

Every cell in his body seemed to cheer from the inside out.

Xu Zhiming's brows relaxed as a speculation flashed through his mind.

Perhaps this current was the key to improving one's potential.

He opened the panel.

Host: Xu Zhiming

Level: Level 8

Vitality: 9.45

Martial Skill: E-grade Wind Thunder Fist (Fourth Stage)

Xu Zhiming understood perfectly.

Previously, after performing Wind Thunder Fist ten times, he had triggered a 50x Critical Hit.

Now, after performing it a hundred times, he had triggered a 100x Critical Hit.

Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence—nothing could describe it better.

The more times he practiced, the higher the Critical Hit multiplier he could trigger.

To Zeng Hao's ears,

the sound of electricity suddenly grew many times louder. If he had not known it was coming from Xu Zhiming,

he would have nearly cried out.

The female clerk had originally thought that perhaps she would not be able to tell.

But now she was certain. It was a clear peal of thunder.

The manager had said that thunder meant Wind Thunder Fist had reached the fourth stage.

She immediately sent the video to the manager.

If she helped the manager find Xu Zhiming, her salary would definitely rise this month.

But compared with the person before her, that would still be far, far too little.

She hurriedly poured Xu Zhiming a cup of tea.

After a while, the female clerk noticed a pair of resentful eyes.

Only then did she remember Zeng Hao was still there.

"You two sit and chat. I'll go ask the manager."

After the female clerk left,

Zeng Hao gave Xu Zhiming a thumbs-up.

"I'm completely convinced. I'll never say hard work is useless again."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

At last, he would not have to listen to Zeng Hao say that hard work was useless anymore.

He asked the question he had long wanted to ask.

"Tell me, why do you think hard work is useless?"

A bitter smile appeared on Zeng Hao's lips, and his tone immediately sank.

"You can't laugh at me if I tell you."

Xu Zhiming nodded, took a sip of tea, and waited for Zeng Hao to speak.

"Alright."

Zeng Hao sat on the sofa and slowly began.

"I have a cousin with B-grade aptitude. His family's circumstances are about the same as mine, but he's already a Level 9 martial artist."

"After entering high school, he took the same martial skill elective I chose to cultivate. He only took it as an elective, yet his cultivation speed was much faster than mine."

"Later, he told me something: hard work is not worth mentioning before talent and resources."

"He advised me to just attend a martial arts vocational college and not dream of achieving anything on the martial path."

"My parents said I wasn't working hard enough too, and my mindset collapsed."

Xu Zhiming nodded.

In the words of novels, Zeng Hao's situation was a collapse of his Dao Heart.

When one's Dao Heart collapsed, doing something extreme was barely understandable.

"What's that person's name?"

"Yu Qingqing."

A glint flashed through Xu Zhiming's eyes.

"He's a member of our school's Special Training Class, right?"

Zeng Hao nodded heavily.

"I heard from my mom that his vitality has reached eleven now, and he wants to break through to Level 10 during the Martial Arts Exam."

"Yesterday, I saw him post that someone had unexpectedly given him two F-grade Azure Potions."

"I really don't get it. Someone would actually give potions to someone like him? Whoever gave him those potions must be blind."

Xu Zhiming's face darkened. Fortunately, Zeng Hao was not talking about him.

"Those two Azure Potions were what he snatched from me in the school potion room."

"I'll remember your grudge for you. After some time, watch me beat him out of the Special Training Class."

Zeng Hao stared blankly at Xu Zhiming.

Today, their homeroom teacher had not publicly praised Xu Zhiming in class.

They had even been discussing in private whether their homeroom teacher had changed, since he had not rewarded Xu Zhiming.

So the things the school had promised had never been given to the student.

Damn it, that was fucking disgusting.

When he got the chance, he would definitely report them!

Hearing Xu Zhiming say he wanted to cause trouble for his cousin, Zeng Hao waved his hands and shook his head.

"Xu Zhiming, you're no match for him. He's the lackey of our school's number one student. You can't afford to provoke him."

Xu Zhiming smiled and said no more.

"Aren't you going back to work hard? Don't keep saying hard work is useless from now on."

Zeng Hao scratched his head tactically.

He remembered that he had come to buy potions, intending to break through to become a Level 5 martial artist.

"Alright."

Zeng Hao pushed open the door and prepared to leave, only to find Xu Zhiming had risen and continued practicing his fist.

His gaze gradually grew firm.

Perhaps persistence and hard work did not show results in the short term.

Streams converged into rivers, and rivers converged into the sea.

If one persevered without fail, flowers would bloom someday, just as they had for Xu Zhiming.

Zeng Hao bought two F-grade Azure Potions and left carrying them.

He wanted to learn from Xu Zhiming.

"Today, I ran into Xu Zhiming while buying Azure Potions."

"I accidentally discovered a secret—Xu Zhiming's Wind Thunder Fist has reached the fourth stage!"

The class group fell silent for a moment.

Then it boiled over.

"Fourth-stage Wind Thunder Fist! I said Xu Zhiming would definitely become the most outstanding student in Class Ten. I was right after all."

"I wonder who was saying this morning that Xu Zhiming shouldn't work so hard, and that hard work was useless in the face of talent."

Zeng Hao's face burned, but he still typed a reply.

"I'm going to apologize to Xu Zhiming. Hard work works!"

"From now on, I'll learn from him!"

Cloud Water City.

Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Inside a certain special training room.

A youth wore the Wind Thunder Martial Hall's training uniform. A scar ran across his face, making him look like a rag doll crudely stitched together.

It added a trace of ferocity to the youth's originally handsome face.

The youth stared intently at the video.

On the screen,

Xu Zhiming slowly performed Wind Thunder Fist.

"His smoothness is maxed out. My sister's office is so spacious, yet they could still hear thunder. This is definitely the genuine fourth stage of Wind Thunder Fist."

Especially when he saw that Xu Zhiming was not very old, there was a strong chance that he too was a third-year high school student.

"Big Sis, this is the one. I'm going to find him—I have to break Wind Thunder Fist through to the fourth stage!"

"If you still can't break through to the fourth stage within a month, you must give up Wind Thunder Fist and break through to Level 10."

The youth curled his lip as he read the message from his sister, thoroughly displeased.

"I'll go find him. Give me the money, and I'll negotiate with him myself."

The youth put down his phone, took a mask from his pocket and put it on, then murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"I definitely can!"

"If he dares hold anything back, I'll smash him with money!"

Azure Potions.

Xu Zhiming waited for nearly half an hour. He had not wasted any time and had been continuously practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

Suddenly,

a loud bang interrupted this set of Wind Thunder Fist.

He felt vaguely displeased.

The office door suddenly flew open, slamming into the walls on both sides with loud bangs.

A faint footprint was stamped on half the door.

"Handsome guy who knows Wind Thunder Fist, I'm putting all my hundred-plus pounds in your hands!"

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