The Morning Dog Barks Especially Wildly

Yu Qingqing watched Xu Zhiming quietly, still wanting to prove himself with his blood energy.

What a ridiculous act.

The male student beside him kept twisting the knife.

This was the best way to curry favor with Brother Yu.

"Bringing out seven or eight points of blood energy? Embarrassing yourself?"

"The highest blood energy on the first floor is just over seven points, and that's from the clown who tried to steal Brother Qiu's top spot in Cultural Studies."

Xu Zhiming stopped.

His tall, sturdy frame walked up to Yu Qingqing, looking down at him and the male student beside him.

Xu Zhiming was a full head taller than Yu Qingqing. The two stood together.

Yu Qingqing's short, stout figure formed a stark contrast with Xu Zhiming's muscular, towering build.

Many female students stared at Xu Zhiming.

Only now that he'd stopped did they realize Xu Zhiming was even more handsome than they'd imagined.

His gaze toward Yu Qingqing held a suppressed fury.

So this was Yu Qingqing?

Fine. Today, he'd collect the interest.

"Then open your eyes wide and see clearly."

The onlookers' eyes lit up.

They hadn't expected Xu Zhiming to be this confrontational!

Going head-to-head with Yu Qingqing outright.

Some B-grade class students heard this and their looks toward Xu Zhiming shifted.

They all knew Yu Qingqing was following the school's only genius who had broken through to Level Ten Martial Artist with over seventeen points of blood energy.

And Xu Zhiming still dared to be this bold.

All they could say was—admirable courage!

"Xu Zhiming is too reckless. At school, Yu Qingqing won't dare do anything to him, but outside school, it's a different story."

"Yeah, what if he brings people to witness it, says he wants to 'offer guidance'? Xu Zhiming is finished."

Yu Qingqing's eyes narrowed into slits, as piercing as a viper's.

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking as if he couldn't even be bothered to speak with Xu Zhiming.

The male student beside him, hearing someone badmouth Yu Qingqing, immediately flared up.

"Don't embarrass yourself with your seven or eight points of blood energy. See clearly? You couldn't see nine points even if your eyes popped out. If hard work actually worked, why would talent matter?"

"So you're Xu Zhiming. Considering you gave Brother Yu two bottles of medicine, Brother Yu won't bother with you."

"Hurry up and apologize to Brother Yu properly, or I won't go easy on you."

Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.

Zeng Hao stood to the side, his expression shifting constantly.

He gritted his teeth.

Screw it. He'd been holding back too long. He couldn't keep swallowing it.

Yu Qingqing was too arrogant, acting like he looked down on Xu Zhiming.

Xu Zhiming was sticking up for him—he couldn't just stand by.

"What? You want to fight in broad daylight?"

"Come on, let's see if you've got the guts!"

Yu Qingqing ignored Xu Zhiming.

Instead, he looked at Zeng Hao with interest.

"Cousin, when I have time, I'll definitely give you some pointers on martial techniques."

Zeng Hao's head shrank back, his momentum instantly deflating.

"I don't agree."

Xu Zhiming walked straight over to the blood energy testing device and threw a punch at it.

"Blood energy: 10.79."

Xu Zhiming paid no attention to Yu Qingqing.

He swept his gaze across the crowd and said loudly, "Hard work is useless? I only believe that the Heavenly Dao rewards diligence."

With that, Xu Zhiming returned to his corner and continued practicing his punches.

He originally didn't want to bother with this kind of situation.

But he still had the spirit of youth—since others spoke up for him, he naturally couldn't let them get bullied.

After taking the E-grade Potion, even with just a 10x Critical Hit, his blood energy could still surpass the other party.

Zeng Hao rubbed his eyes.

He quickly pulled out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to their class group chat.

"Everyone, take a look!"

"10.79 blood energy—that's already enough to rank in the top fifteen of the school!"

"God Xu, the weather's a bit cold right now, need me to warm your bed? I'm burning hot all over, and it's not even that special time of the month..."

"Damn, you're way too off—selling your ass for a future? I suspect you went to Rong City for some advanced training."

"You don't know shit. If a young man wants to get rich and live a good life, he has to do what others can't."

"In ancient times, the flower language of the steel wool was endurance and wealth; today, the flower language of the chrysanthemum is pain and..."

Listening to the praise for Xu Zhiming all around, Zeng Hao felt proud.

He now believed more and more in what Xu Zhiming had said.

He didn't have to fear Yu Qingqing anymore—the gap was just that small.

"See that, Yu Qingqing? You'll be caught up sooner or later, and then Xu Zhiming will stomp you hard under his foot."

The male student who spoke up for Yu Qingqing turned pale, not knowing how to argue.

This guy—how did he suddenly get so strong? If they fought and he targeted him, he'd be finished.

Nearby.

The students' gazes toward Yu Qingqing had completely shifted.

Toward someone like him, who relied on high blood energy and high talent to constantly spout nonsense about effort being useless, they used to be angry but dared not speak.

Now it was different.

Xu Zhiming, with F-grade talent, through his own relentless effort, had raised his blood energy to just a bit below Yu Qingqing's.

"Only believing that the Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence—that sounds so satisfying. That silent slap, I wonder if it stung Yu Qingqing."

"A slap on the left cheek, a slap on the right cheek, and a 10,000x Critical Hit in his heart—I think it probably hurts."

"Hahahahaha... throwing out harsh words and getting slapped in the face—satisfying. We're satisfied again today!"

"If Xu Zhiming had the school's resource support, he'd definitely be stronger than Yu Qingqing."

Yu Qingqing stared at Xu Zhiming, a smile on his lips, his eyes dark and slithering like a venomous snake.

He hadn't expected Xu Zhiming's blood energy to rise so fast—just one winter break, from 7 blood energy to 11!

Had he suddenly started practicing the Martial Dao Visualization Chart?

Only practicing the Martial Dao Visualization Chart could explain how Xu Zhiming's blood energy had increased so much in just one winter break.

Hearing that Xu Zhiming planned to take him down this afternoon, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Interesting. The gap in talent—can effort really make up for it? Ridiculous, ridiculous."

Yu Qingqing narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping with disdain.

It stood in sharp contrast to the indignation of everyone else.

He still had two D-grade martial skills, greatly boosting his attack power and speed.

Xu Zhiming practiced the Wind Thunder Fist.

That damn martial skill, under the pretense of raising blood energy to 20 points at the ninth level, was absurdly difficult to master.

If the Wind Thunder Fist was trained to the fifth level, attack power could double—he didn't believe Xu Zhiming could get it to the fifth level; reaching the fourth was already a stroke of dumb luck.

This afternoon, Xu Zhiming was getting taught a lesson, and even Jesus couldn't stop it.

Xu Zhiming glanced at the time—still over forty minutes until nine.

The school's Martial Arts Building opened at nine.

After it opened, he'd go pick up a D-grade martial skill.

After getting the D-grade martial skill, he'd come back and drink the E-grade Azure No. 2 Potion to boost his blood energy.

Zeng Hao walked over to the side and gave Xu Zhiming a thumbs-up.

"Xu Zhiming, you're amazing! You're literally my god!"

"No wonder you said yesterday you'd help me get revenge!"

"Over winter break, we gained fat, and you went crazy raising blood energy!"

Xu Zhiming smiled without speaking, offering no explanation.

He couldn't very well say he'd improved over the past two days, could he?

An F-grade potion now only increased his blood energy by a negligible amount.

He felt that drinking another F-grade potion might not even raise it by 0.02.

As word spread that Xu Zhiming's blood energy had exceeded fifteen points, Yunshui First High School gradually began to buzz.

Especially certain people, whose heads ached terribly.

They could only hope that Xu Zhiming wouldn't break through to Level Ten Martial Artist.

If he did break through to Level Ten Martial Artist, they would have to placate him.

Of course, there were also a few people who were quite happy.

At that moment, Zhang Wei sat in his office, clutching his phone and grinning foolishly.

He quickly submitted a report to the school's higher-ups.

Then, as if remembering something, he sent a message to a teacher whose mere thought made his back run cold.

"Good, I'll keep an eye out."

Seeing the reply, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

After doing this, Zhang Wei called Xu Zhiming.

"Xu Zhiming, the one who snatched your potion was Yu Qingqing, but don't do anything rash."

"I believe it won't take long for you to surpass him. Wait until your blood energy exceeds his, then deal with him."

"What? You already know? How?"

A moment later.

Zhang Wei hung up the phone.

He thought again of that one-armed teacher.

Every time he looked at that teacher, it was like seeing a bloodthirsty beast; his whole body would tremble.

Could Xu Zhiming meet that teacher's requirements?

He wasn't sure.

But at least the teacher should show Xu Zhiming a little consideration.

Nine o'clock.

Xu Zhiming withdrew his fist and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Many people had gathered around him, all students practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

He didn't drive them away; as long as they didn't interfere with his practice, they were free to watch.

The Martial Arts Building.

A structure resembling a library.

Students were constantly entering and exiting.

Wang Hu had told him that his application had been approved, and he could go to the library to pick up a D-grade martial skill.

Xu Zhiming hadn't yet decided which martial skill to choose.

There were many types of martial skills.

By function, they were generally divided into four categories.

Offensive, speed, defensive, and healing.

By whether they could increase blood energy, they were divided into blood energy martial skills and non-blood energy martial skills.

Wind Thunder Fist was a very rare martial skill that could both increase blood energy and provide offensive power.

It was a popular choice for students with decision paralysis.

Xu Zhiming swiped his student card and entered the Martial Arts Building.

Inside, a male teacher with glasses and a somewhat aged face sat.

His fingers occasionally flipped through a book.

Xu Zhiming walked over, intending to ask this teacher where the different martial skill sections were.

Two minutes later.

The male teacher led Xu Zhiming toward the top floor.

D-grade martial skills were on the highest floor of the Martial Arts Building.

D-grade martial skills were the highest level of martial skills available in ninety-nine percent of ordinary high schools in Daxia.

"You want a martial skill with outstanding attack power, let me think."

"Fist techniques or something else?"