The office was somewhat spacious.
The lights were bright.
The young man stood straight as a sturdy pine.
He practiced his boxing technique at an unhurried pace.
Sonic booms rang out from time to time, mingled with faint rumbles.
To Meng Tian, those rumbles sounded like the most beautiful music.
"That handsome guy is at the fourth level of the Wind Thunder Fist."
After saying that, the saleswoman smiled at Xu Zhiming and turned to leave.
Xu Zhiming withdrew his fists and raised a hand to wipe away the sweat.
He sized up the young man who had entered from outside.
Aside from the scar on his face, his features were quite handsome.
He wore the training uniform of Wind Thunder Martial Hall, and an extraordinarily powerful vitality and blood aura radiated from him.
When he stepped into the office, it was like a furnace entering a room, bringing a wave of heat with him.
Vitality and blood were like fire; he feared no winter cold.
A Level Ten Martial Artist?
Xu Zhiming felt that was unlikely.
A Level Ten Martial Artist would not obsess over the Wind Thunder Fist.
The Wind Thunder Fist could only raise one's vitality and blood to twenty points.
Perhaps he was a Level Nine Martial Artist with vitality and blood close to twenty points?
Being able to bring one's vitality and blood close to twenty points made one a genius.
Meng Tian was also sizing Xu Zhiming up.
He dressed ordinarily, yet he dared to meet Meng Tian's gaze head-on. Interesting.
"If you can help me break through the Wind Thunder Fist to the fourth level, Thunderclap, within a month, I'll give you one million."
"The shorter the time, the better. For every day earlier, I'll add another ten thousand on top of that."
Xu Zhiming raised an eyebrow.
How generous. Rich people really did speak with confidence.
More than a million. He would gladly accept it.
Every insight he had into the Wind Thunder Fist had been earned through the system, bit by bit, through grueling cultivation.
Naturally, he could explain them.
But before that, he needed to ask about this person's aptitude.
"What is your aptitude? How is your vitality and blood?"
"A-grade aptitude, eighteen points of vitality and blood."
Xu Zhiming sighed inwardly. He really was a genius—Level Nine, yet with eighteen points of vitality and blood.
"Perform the fist technique once for me."
"If you truly are only a thread away from breaking through to the fourth level, I can see why you haven't broken through."
Meng Tian liked talking to straightforward people like this.
Still, he had some doubts when Xu Zhiming said he could identify the problem after watching him once.
"You're sure you can see the problem?"
Meng Tian did not believe him.
The Level Seventeen Martial Artist most proficient in the Wind Thunder Fist in Cloud Water City—
That man had also been immersed in the Wind Thunder Fist for more than ten years, despite only having reached the fourth level himself.
Meng Tian had sought his guidance, and it took him three performances before he saw the issue. Could Xu Zhiming, who was the same age as him, really see it?
Then Meng Tian reconsidered.
He would just perform it once. If Xu Zhiming could not see anything, that would be the perfect chance to bargain.
He was not short of this little bit of money.
But who would ever complain about having too much money?
"Then I'll perform it once for you!"
Xu Zhiming sat on the desk beside them, crossing his arms.
"Please continue."
Meng Tian did not restrain his vitality and blood as he directly began performing the Wind Thunder Fist.
He did not believe Xu Zhiming could spot any problem.
Yet his body was honest.
He did not perform the Wind Thunder Fist quickly, deliberately allowing Xu Zhiming to see his movements clearly.
He wanted to see what Xu Zhiming would say.
That Level Seventeen Martial Artist had said his fist technique flowed smoothly and should, in theory, have reached the fourth level.
Yet, for various reasons, he could not achieve perfection.
After he finished.
Meng Tian looked at Xu Zhiming and heard him frown.
"You weren't focused while performing the fist technique. How am I supposed to see the problem?"
Meng Tian was stunned. He truly had not been focused enough just now.
There had been too many distracting thoughts, which had affected him. His punches had been slightly faster.
"Hold your breath, focus your mind, clear away your distracting thoughts, and perform it again."
Meng Tian raised an eyebrow.
Xu Zhiming had some ability—though probably not much.
Still, being able to tell that Meng Tian's mind was full of distractions was not bad.
If Xu Zhiming's answer failed to satisfy him later, Xu Zhiming would learn why flowers were so red.
After calming himself, Meng Haotian performed the Wind Thunder Fist again two or three minutes later.
Xu Zhiming watched with a frown, then felt certain.
He had found the problem.
It was not in the movements, but in his state of mind.
The Wind Thunder Fist was not a fist technique that could be mastered quickly. The more one wanted quick success, the harder it was to succeed.
This young man's fist technique revealed a sense of urgency.
Fists could reveal the heart.
More haste, less speed.
Meng Tian stared at Xu Zhiming, waiting for his answer.
"Tell me. Why can't I break through to the fourth level?"
"Is there something wrong with my movements, or is it something else?"
Xu Zhiming lightly jumped down from the desk.
"You're too impatient."
"The Wind Thunder Fist emphasizes having thunder within one's chest while one's face remains calm as a placid lake. Your movements reveal impatience."
"It's as though you absolutely must break through to the fourth level in a short time."
Meng Tian fell silent.
This was not merely having some ability. This was having a great deal of ability.
He was indeed very anxious.
And only breaking through the Wind Thunder Fist to the fourth level could solve it.
He had begun practicing the Wind Thunder Fist four months ago, thinking it would not be difficult.
Yet when he tried to break through from the third level to the fourth, he had been stuck for an unbearably long time.
He remembered now.
Why had that person hesitated when Meng Tian had sought his advice, only to shake his head in the end and say he could not see the problem?
Because no one else could help him break through the Wind Thunder Fist within a month.
"You're right."
"What's your name?"
"Xu Zhiming."
After saying that, Xu Zhiming spread his feet slightly apart at shoulder width and assumed the opening stance of the Wind Thunder Fist.
"I'll perform it for you. Let's see what you can make of it."
An impossible thought surfaced in Meng Tian's heart. Could Xu Zhiming truly help him break through to the fourth level?
Xu Zhiming's movements were neither hurried nor slow.
You diligently cultivated the Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 20x Critical Hit You diligently cultivated the Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit
As he continued practicing, Xu Zhiming realized that the frequency of triggering 20x Critical Hits had increased.
It was much higher than yesterday's frequency.
The harder he worked, the more critical hits he triggered. It really was not a lie.
As Meng Tian watched, it seemed as if he understood something.
From the fist technique, he saw Xu Zhiming as though he were a new bamboo shoot pinned beneath a stone, silently gathering strength all along.
Waiting for the day when he would pierce through and shatter the great stone above his head!
Then soar into the heavens.
Meng Tian took a deep breath.
Zzzzz...
The sound of electricity rose.
Meng Tian seemed to gain an insight.
He too began slowly practicing the Wind Thunder Fist.
Inside the not-so-spacious office, two young men practiced the same fist technique.
From time to time, thunderclaps rang out.
After practicing for a while, Meng Tian stopped to ask Xu Zhiming questions.
Xu Zhiming answered everything he knew without holding anything back.
Meng Tian's heart gradually calmed, and the intervals between his questions grew longer and longer.
About two hours later.
Meng Tian seemed to have gained an insight and performed the technique once more.
Boom! Boom!
"Haha... I did it! I did it!"
Xu Zhiming withdrew his fists, grabbed a few sheets of paper, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
His painstaking efforts had not been wasted.
As he watched Meng Tian practice, he had been considering how to change Meng Tian's state of mind.
A-grade aptitude was indeed impressive. By practicing alongside Xu Zhiming, Meng Tian had gradually been influenced, quickly following Xu Zhiming's rhythm and grasping his meaning.
Xu Zhiming felt that Meng Tian's aptitude was probably more than merely A-grade, perhaps even higher.
Only fine beads of sweat covered Meng Tian's forehead.
Practicing for over two hours had not exhausted him much.
He withdrew his fists and looked at Xu Zhiming with great admiration.
He clasped his fist in his palm toward Xu Zhiming, performing a standard martial salute.
Among martial artists, this was already an exceptionally solemn way of expressing gratitude.
"Xu Zhiming, thank you!"
Xu Zhiming waved a hand.
"Each of us got what we needed."
"Transfer the money. One million three hundred thousand."
Meng Tian could not help laughing upon hearing that.
Interesting. Truly interesting.
He looked Xu Zhiming up and down.
The clothes and shoes Xu Zhiming wore did not add up to more than two hundred yuan.
Meng Tian closed his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
His stagnant vitality and blood had risen by an extremely slight amount.
Now that the Wind Thunder Fist had broken through to the fourth level, was the fifth level still far away?
The sixth level was not impossible either.
What he wanted was not the fourth level of the Wind Thunder Fist, but the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level.
"One million three hundred thousand is too little. If word got out, people would laugh at me."
"You've helped me tremendously. I can't possibly repay such a favor with such a tiny amount of money."
"Which high school are you from? Add my contact information. Once I've decided, I'll come find you."
Xu Zhiming nodded. The more benefits, the better.
"Yunshui First High School."
"Fine. Wait for me. I'll go find my sister and give you an answer tomorrow."
After saying that, Meng Tian hurriedly rushed outside.
Leaving Xu Zhiming standing in the empty office.
Xu Zhiming froze. He really wanted to ask: who was going to pay him?
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