Yu Qingqing silently watched Xu Zhiming, who still wanted to prove himself with his vitality.
What a laughable thing to do.
The boy beside him continued twisting the knife.
This was the best way to curry favor with Brother Yu.
"Showing off seven or eight points of vitality? Aren't you making a spectacle of yourself?"
"The highest vitality on the first floor is only a little over seven points. That's that clown who wants to snatch first place in cultural studies from Brother Qiu."
Xu Zhiming paused.
His tall figure strode before Yu Qingqing, looking down at him and the boy beside him.
Xu Zhiming was more than half a head taller than Yu Qingqing as they stood together.
Yu Qingqing's short, fat build stood in stark contrast to Xu Zhiming's sturdy, towering frame.
Quite a few girls looked at Xu Zhiming.
Only after he stopped did they realize that Xu Zhiming was even more handsome than they had imagined.
His gaze toward Yu Qingqing carried suppressed fury.
So this was Yu Qingqing?
Fine. Today, he would collect some interest.
"Then open your eyes wide and look carefully."
The surrounding crowd's eyes lit up.
They had not expected Xu Zhiming to be this tough!
He was directly going toe-to-toe with Yu Qingqing.
When some B-grade class students heard this, the way they looked at Xu Zhiming changed.
They all knew that Yu Qingqing followed the school's sole genius who had broken through to a Level Ten Martial Artist with more than seventeen points of vitality.
Yet Xu Zhiming still dared to stand so firm.
All they could say was that his courage was commendable!
"Xu Zhiming is too tough. Yu Qingqing doesn't dare do anything to him at school, but it'll be different once they leave campus."
"Yeah. What if he gets someone to witness it and says he wants to give Xu Zhiming some pointers? Then Xu Zhiming is finished."
Yu Qingqing narrowed his eyes into slits, intimidating as a venomous snake.
He folded his arms across his chest, seemingly without even the interest to speak with Xu Zhiming.
When the boy beside him heard people slandering Yu Qingqing, he immediately became angry.
"Don't bring out your seven or eight points of vitality and embarrass yourself. Look carefully? Even if you pop your eyes out, you won't see nine points. If hard work worked, why would there be any distinction in talent?"
"So you're Xu Zhiming. Considering that you gave Brother Yu two potions, Brother Yu won't hold it against you."
"Hurry up and apologize properly to Brother Yu, or I won't be polite."
Xu Zhiming smiled faintly.
Zeng Hao stood at the side, his expression shifting constantly.
He gritted his teeth.
Screw it. He had swallowed humiliation for so long; he could not keep swallowing it.
Yu Qingqing was being far too arrogant, looking down on Xu Zhiming as though he were beneath notice.
Xu Zhiming was standing up for him. He could not just watch.
"What? You want to fight in broad daylight?"
"Come on, come on! Let me see whether you dare fight!"
Yu Qingqing ignored Xu Zhiming.
Instead, he looked at Zeng Hao with great interest.
"Cousin, I'll definitely give you some pointers on martial skills when I have time."
Zeng Hao shrank his neck, and his momentum instantly deflated.
"I disagree."
Xu Zhiming walked straight to the Vitality Testing Device and threw a punch at it.
"Vitality: 10.79."
Xu Zhiming ignored Yu Qingqing.
He swept his gaze around the room and said loudly, "Hard work is useless? I believe only in Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence."
After saying that,
Xu Zhiming returned to his own corner and continued punching.
He originally had not wanted to bother with something like this.
But he still possessed a young man's fiery spirit. Someone had spoken up for him, so naturally he could not let that person be bullied.
After taking an E-grade Potion, even with only a tenfold critical hit, his vitality could surpass the other man's.
Zeng Hao rubbed his eyes.
He hurriedly took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to their class group chat.
"Everyone, look!"
"Vitality at 10.79 can already rank among the top fifteen in the school!"
"God Xu, it's a little cold today. Do you need me to warm your bed? My whole body is blazing hot, and it's not even my special time of the month yet..."
"Damn, something is seriously wrong with you. You'd even give up your ass for your future. I suspect you went to Rong City for further studies."
"What the hell do you know? If young people want to make money and live a good life, they must do what others cannot."
"In ancient times, the flower language of steel wool was endurance and riches. Today, the flower language of chrysanthemums is pain and..."
Listening to the praise for Xu Zhiming all around him,
Zeng Hao felt honored as well.
He now believed Xu Zhiming's words more and more.
Nor did he need to fear Yu Qingqing anymore. Their gap was only this big.
"See that, Yu Qingqing? Sooner or later, you'll be caught up to, then Xu Zhiming will stomp you viciously beneath his feet."
The boy who had spoken for Yu Qingqing turned pale, not knowing how to retort.
How had this guy suddenly become so strong? What if he targeted him during a fight? Then he would be done for.
Nearby,
the students' gazes toward Yu Qingqing completely changed.
Toward people like him, who relied on high vitality and talent to constantly claim for no reason that hard work was useless,
they had previously dared to be angry but not speak out.
Now, things were different.
Xu Zhiming had F-grade talent, yet through his own relentless efforts, he had raised his vitality to only slightly below Yu Qingqing's.
"Believing only in Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence—it sounds so damn good. I wonder whether that silent slap across Yu Qingqing's face hurt."
"One slap on the left, another on the right, with a 10,000x Critical Hit in his heart. I think it probably hurt."
"Hahahahaha... He talked big, then got slapped in the face. Hell yeah, today feels good again!"
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"If Xu Zhiming had the school's resource support, he would definitely be stronger than Yu Qingqing."
Yu Qingqing stared at Xu Zhiming with a smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze darkly slithering like a venomous snake.
He had not expected Xu Zhiming's vitality to rise so quickly. In just one winter break, it had risen from seven to eleven points!
Could he have suddenly begun practicing a Martial Dao Visualization Chart?
Only practicing a Martial Dao Visualization Chart could explain why Xu Zhiming's vitality had risen so much over one short winter break.
When he heard that Xu Zhiming would knock him down this afternoon, he could not help laughing.
"Interesting. The gap between talents can be bridged through hard work? Laughable, laughable."
Yu Qingqing narrowed his eyes, his tone full of disdain.
It formed a sharp contrast with everyone else's indignation.
He also had two D-grade martial skills, which greatly increased his attack power and speed.
Xu Zhiming practiced Wind Thunder Fist.
That damned martial skill advertised itself as capable of raising vitality to twenty points at Level Nine, but it was unimaginably difficult to cultivate.
Once Wind Thunder Fist reached the fifth level, its attack power could double as well. He did not believe Xu Zhiming could cultivate Wind Thunder Fist to the fifth level; reaching the fourth would already be stepping in dog shit.
This afternoon, he was definitely going to teach Xu Zhiming a lesson. Not even Jesus could stop him.
Xu Zhiming checked the time. There were still more than forty minutes until nine.
The school's Martial Arts Building opened at nine.
Once it opened, he would go claim a D-grade martial skill.
After claiming the D-grade martial skill, he would return and drink an E-grade Azure No. 2 Potion to raise his vitality.
Zeng Hao walked over and gave Xu Zhiming a thumbs-up.
"Xu Zhiming, you're incredible! You're practically my god!"
"No wonder you said yesterday that you'd help me get revenge!"
"During winter break, we put on weight while you went crazy raising your vitality!"
Xu Zhiming smiled without speaking, offering no explanation.
It was not as if he could say that he had raised it over the past two days, could he?
F-grade potions now raised his vitality by only a few hundredths.
He felt that if he drank another F-grade potion, it might not even raise it by 0.02.
As news of Xu Zhiming surpassing fifteen points of vitality spread farther and farther,
Yunshui First High School gradually began to boil over.
Certain people in particular had terrible headaches.
They could only hope that Xu Zhiming would not break through to a Level Ten Martial Artist.
If he did break through to a Level Ten Martial Artist, they would have to placate him.
Of course, a small number of people were very happy.
At that moment, Zhang Wei, sitting in his office, hugged his phone and grinned foolishly without stopping.
He hurriedly submitted a report to the school's higher-ups.
Then, as if recalling something,
he sent a message to a teacher who made his back turn cold whenever he thought of him.
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on it."
Seeing the reply, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing all that, Zhang Wei called Xu Zhiming again.
"Xu Zhiming, the one who stole your potions was Yu Qingqing, but you absolutely must not act rashly."
"I believe it won't be long before you surpass him. Wait until your vitality exceeds his before dealing with him."
"What? You already knew? How did you find out?"
A moment later,
Zhang Wei hung up.
He thought once again of that one-armed teacher.
Every time he saw that teacher, it was like seeing a bloodthirsty Demon Beast; his entire body would tremble.
Xu Zhiming should be able to meet that man's requirements, right?
He was not sure.
But at the very least, that man should take somewhat better care of Xu Zhiming.
Nine o'clock.
Xu Zhiming stopped punching and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Many people had gathered around him, all students practicing Wind Thunder Fist.
He did not drive them away. As long as they did not affect his training, they could watch all they wanted.
The Martial Arts Building.
It was a building resembling a library.
Students entered and left from time to time.
Wang Hu had told him that he had already applied for him and that he could go to the library to claim a D-grade martial skill.
Xu Zhiming had not yet decided what sort of martial skill to claim.
There were many types of martial skills.
Classified by function, they were publicly recognized as four categories.
Attack types, speed types, defense types, and healing types.
Based on whether they could raise vitality, they were also divided into vitality martial skills and non-vitality martial skills.
Wind Thunder Fist was an exceedingly rare martial skill that could both raise vitality and provide offensive power.
It was the choice of many students afflicted with indecision.
Xu Zhiming swiped his student card and entered the Martial Arts Building.
Inside was a male teacher wearing glasses, his face somewhat aged.
His fingers occasionally turned the pages of a book.
Xu Zhiming walked over, intending to ask the teacher where the various martial-skill sections were.
Two minutes later,
the male teacher led Xu Zhiming toward the top floor.
The D-grade martial skills were on the highest floor of the Martial Arts Building.
D-grade martial skills were the highest-level martial skills available to ninety-nine percent of ordinary high schools in Great Xia.
"You want a martial skill with exceptional attack power? Let me think."
"Fist techniques, or something else?"
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