Electrocuted to Death

"Zhou En, did you know? The school has set up a fighting club."

"Really?" To a free combat enthusiast, the club was like a powerful shot of adrenaline injected straight into his body.

When it came to dreams, many people chose to become billionaires or marry wealthy heiresses, but Zhou En was different.

"I will definitely become the World Free Combat Champion." Zhou En clutched the poster he had torn off the blackboard and muttered.

The World Free Combat Championship was the highest-level competition in the world and the holy land in the hearts of combat enthusiasts.

After growing up, Zhou En discovered that people in this world all loved combat sports. Influenced by this world's culture, Zhou En gradually came to love combat as well.

"Hey, kid, why did you tear the poster off the notice board?" A sharp female voice came from the crowd.

"Exactly! This school isn't yours alone."

Just as Zhou En turned around irritably, intending to find the person who had spoken, dissatisfied murmurs erupted from the crowd.

Run. Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best.

Zhou En lowered his head and quickly squeezed out through the middle of the crowd.

"Hey, kid, why are you running?" That girl called out again, making Zhou En grit his teeth in irritation.

"You fatso, are you with that kid?"

"I-I'm not." Needless to say, Zhou En had naturally sold out his "best buddy."

After passing the familiar flowerbeds, Zhou En arrived outside the classroom of the school's newly established club.

At that moment, the area outside the club was already packed with people, all staring expectantly at the words "World Combat Club" on the door.

What a damn domineering name.

To compete in world combat competitions, one could only participate in the name of one's country.

Of course, to represent the country in competition, one first had to become the national free combat champion.

For now, joining the school club was Zhou En's only choice. As long as the club could fight its way from the provincial level to the national level step by step—

—it might become a key development target of the country. At that time, the club's members would obtain slots for the World Free Combat Championship.

"Sorry, the club already has five official fighters. Anyone joining now can only be a bench member."

At the classroom entrance, a petite girl barely five feet three was kindly explaining the situation.

A bench member, as the name implied, was basically an errand boy who served tea and ran chores.

Although they could join the club, they would not receive the club's full support and training.

Even so, many people were still willing to become bench members.

"Ah..."

Upon hearing that, the students all let out deeply disappointed sighs.

Some who had little interest in combat simply turned around and left.

"You trash actually want to represent PZH School in battle? What a pipe dream." At that moment, a young man stood with his arms folded across his chest and mocked them.

Those words were undeniably provocative, and everyone turned to look at the young man.

Facing their gazes, the young man showed no hesitation and continued mocking them.

"I'm a bench member of the World Combat Club. If anyone can last three moves against me, I'll call him Grandpa."

Those words were like a spark igniting a fuse, instantly stirring the crowd into an uproar.

However, out of concern for their own safety, no one stepped forward to "challenge" him.

"What's wrong? A bunch of cowards who can only bark?"

Seeing that no fish had taken the bait, the young man continued taunting them.

Everyone was furious, yet helpless.

"I'll test you." Just as the crowd fell silent, Zhou En strode forward and stared straight at the young man.

It was not because Zhou En was an idiot. He simply wanted to see how large the gap was between himself and someone who had trained.

As the saying went, newborn calves feared no tigers.

When the young man saw Zhou En's walking posture, a vicious grin rose to his lips.

For martial artists, the most important thing was a stable stance. Yet judging from Zhou En's floaty moonwalk, he was clearly an untrained rookie.

"Yue Hua, be careful." The petite girl reminded the young man, her eyes filled with concern.

That immediately sent Yue Hua's hormones surging. He wanted to put on a good performance in front of the petite girl.

As for the unlucky guy in front of him, he would only end up crying himself unconscious in a bathroom.

"Kid, I'll give you three moves." Yue Hua placed his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

"Come on."

"That guy isn't even taking a guard stance. Looks like he doesn't take Zhou En seriously at all." Students who knew Zhou En began discussing it quietly.

"I'll give that act a perfect ten."

Hearing the crowd's comments, Zhou En relaxed his body. He had never expected to win in the first place.

He only wanted to test the gap between himself and someone trained in martial arts.

Moonlit Peach Snatch. Zhou En spread his five fingers and grabbed at Yue Hua's crotch.

Yue Hua's face immediately darkened. Was his little Yue Hua something Zhou En could touch?

He lifted his right leg and kicked Zhou En in the shin. The consequence of having an unstable stance was that Zhou En fell flat on his face.

"Ow."

Seeing that, Yue Hua burst into laughter.

"Loser. You think an idiot like you can fight me?"

He looked disdainfully at Zhou En, who was climbing up from the ground.

"What gives you the right? What makes you qualified?"

Those words were like a sharp sword piercing Zhou En's heart, drawing scarlet blood.

"Hey, even if you beat someone, you can't just insult them like that."

Some kind-hearted bystanders spoke up to criticize him.

"That's right."

"Exactly."

No matter how weak Zhou En was, he had still stood up for them.

Yue Hua's arrogance was equivalent to slapping them hard across the face.

Zhou En rose from the ground, stared at Yue Hua, and said word by word, "Don't go too far."

"Hahahaha!" Hearing those completely nonthreatening words, Yue Hua could not help laughing loudly.

"Trash should have the awareness of being trash."

"Even if you're stronger than me now, sooner or later I'll become stronger than you." Zhou En gritted his teeth.

"Good!" Someone in the crowd immediately cheered for Zhou En. Even though his words carried no real threat.

Yue Hua stared at Zhou En and said without reservation, "Any time, any place—if you can defeat me, I'll call you Grandpa."

Damn, he was even copying Bruce Lee's classic line.

"Fine. I'll definitely defeat you."

Yue Hua smiled disdainfully and continued registering people. Meanwhile, the petite girl looked at him with eyes full of sparkling stars.

After all that, there was no reason for Zhou En to stay any longer, so he quickly left the teaching building.

Whether they joined the club or not did not matter much to the other students, but it was different for Zhou En.

"Ling Ling, what kind of boy do you like?" When he was sixteen and just beginning to experience first love, Zhou En casually asked the girl beside him.

The girl tilted up her little head. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell across her delicate, fair cheeks, forming what seemed like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Perhaps this was God's compensation to him.

Zhou En thought silently.

"I like boys who know kung fu." The girl's sweet voice reached him as she waved her little fist, sending ripples through Zhou En's heart.

No, they were more than ripples. They were raging waves.

From then on, becoming the World Free Combat Champion became Zhou En's dream.

"Sigh." He let out a disappointed sigh. He had not expected to fail before even taking the first step toward his dream.

"Ling Ling, I miss you so much," Zhou En said softly.

He shook his head, forcing the longing in his heart down.

He glanced at his Apple phone. It was already nearly six o'clock, so Zhou En decided to go to the cafeteria and fill his stomach first.

In the era of Cook, owning an Apple phone did not necessarily mean someone was rich. Owning an Apple XS did.

Perhaps that fall had hurt his eyes. Zhou En only felt that his vision was blurry, and he could barely see the screen of his Apple 4S.

"Damn it, I have to save up and replace it with a 6S."

Zhou En cursed under his breath.

"The 4S screen is way too small."

Yet Zhou En failed to notice the warning sign ahead: "Danger Ahead, Detour!"

While looking at his phone, Zhou En stepped into the "danger zone" without hesitation.

"Ow."

God did not bless Zhou En. His foot caught on an electrical wire that had fallen to the ground.

This was not some household wire. It was a wire enhanced by the transformer on an electrical pole.

Its power was measured in kilowatts.

Crackle. Enormous blue current rapidly flowed through Zhou En's entire body.

The intense electrical stimulation made every muscle in Zhou En's body contract excessively, causing his limbs to convulse violently.

"Ah!"

The tremendous pain shot directly into Zhou En's mind, making him let out a miserable scream. His brain immediately fell unconscious.

Yet the blue current did not stop venting its joy just because Zhou En had fainted. It continued racing through his body.

Zhou En's muscles tightened under the excessive electrical stimulation, while the quantity and quality of his muscle fibers increased at an indescribable speed.

Around his muscles, dense networks of nerves rapidly attached themselves to the muscle tissue under the stimulation of the current.

Although Zhou En's physical fitness had not improved noticeably, once his muscles received training, they would grow at a terrifying rate.

It was equivalent to granting Zhou En limitless potential.

If Zhou En faced Yue Hua now, even without knowing any martial arts, his immense strength alone would be enough to knock Yue Hua down.

Although strength was not the decisive factor in a martial arts match, an excessive gap in strength could still change the entire battle.

"Zhou En!" After Chubby finally found Zhou En and saw the blue current running over him, he was left somewhat dumbfounded.

After all, muscles were the foundation of all sports.

However, Zhou En knew none of this.

To be honest, Chubby was quite loyal. Even after Zhou En had set him up, he still came looking for him without holding a grudge.

If it had been someone else, they would have said goodbye to Zhou En long ago.

"Hello, 110? This is PZH Academy." Chubby was not stupid. He immediately picked up his Huawei P12 and called the police.

"Yes, yes, there's an idiot standing on an electrical pole here." Chubby was obviously so nervous that he misspoke.

"Alright, we'll arrive immediately. If possible, please pull the injured person away under our instructions."

The police officer who received the call was somewhat flustered as well, but his professional instincts still allowed him to make the most appropriate decision.

Next, the officer taught Chubby how to use a wooden stick to "rescue" Zhou En.

However, the officer had clearly overestimated Chubby's abilities.

"I'm scared, Officer." Chubby said with tears streaming down his face, his tiny eyes filled with grievance.

That made the officer so angry that smoke practically came out of his ears.

Just as the officer and Chubby were heatedly going back and forth, the police car finally arrived.

The officer looked at Chubby with utter contempt, then began directing people to "rescue" Zhou En.

Because Chubby had been on the phone earlier, he had not noticed that the blue current originally surrounding Zhou En had completely disappeared.

It was as if Zhou En's body had absorbed it.

Zhou En's convulsing body had gradually stopped twitching as well, like an ugly man sleeping peacefully.

His tightly shut eyes also opened slightly, revealing a narrow slit.

"Officer, you have to save my brother. He still owes me fifty cents."

Chubby followed the police toward the "scene of the incident," chattering nonstop.

"Huh?" The officer, who was preparing to go forward and rescue him, saw Zhou En staring at him in confusion and could not help letting out a startled sound.

Chubby followed the officer's gaze, and his eyes widened into circles.

"Th-this... damn it, he came back from the dead!" Chubby cried out in shock.

"Student, please do not waste police resources, alright?" The officer looked at Chubby with an unfriendly expression.

Clearly, the officer had taken Chubby for a prankster.

Damn it, was it easy to be playing PUBG in the office on such a hot day?

The officer was now full of complaints. If this had not been a school, he would have long since taken off his uniform and beaten Chubby up.

"If this happens again, just wait until you get to spend some time at the police station." After giving that harmless warning, the officer quickly drove away in the police car.

"What happened?" Zhou En looked at the departing police car and asked in confusion.

"And you have the nerve to ask? Zhou En, not only did you sell me out, you even tricked me." Hearing Zhou En's question, Chubby immediately exploded.

Spittle flew everywhere as he began lecturing Zhou En.

After Chubby's grief-filled speech, Zhou En finally remembered the entire sequence of events.