Xu Zhiming nodded.
That was exactly what he thought.
"This Monster Beast Essence Blood can't go to waste. Sleeping at home is sleeping, and sleeping here is sleeping too."
Wang Ma opened his mouth.
For the first time, he felt what it was like to be defeated in the field he was best at.
Before Xu Zhiming appeared, he had been the most diligent and martial-arts-obsessed person in the entire school, the one most obsessed with raising his vitality.
But compared to Xu Zhiming now, he seemed like a lazy mutt.
Every day when he went home, he cultivated using the martial arts Visualization Diagram to improve his vitality, and even then, he went to bed no earlier than eleven.
Now someone was straight-up sleeping in the Training Room, and acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
Did he even deserve the title of Yunshui Second High School's King of Inner Rolled?
Without another word, Wang Ma pulled out his phone and ordered a reclining chair.
He was going to cultivate in the school Training Room too!
At this rate, Xu Zhiming would surpass him today.
This was way too cutthroat.
Wang Ma walked over to Huang Yilong, but he no longer had the mood to ask his earlier question.
There was no other reason.
He simply couldn't bring himself to ask.
Even though he was fairly strong, he had been rolled into submission.
Wang Ma admired the strong.
Aptitude was inborn and difficult to change, but hard work could raise one's lower limit.
A piece of information he had always overlooked flashed through Wang Ma's mind.
Wind Thunder Fist, Rolling Heavenly Thunder?
Both seemed to have effects that could improve aptitude.
Xu Zhiming's aptitude was Grade C. If it rose to Grade B, wouldn't