Electric Shock Death

"Zhou En, did you know? The school has formed a combat club."

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

For dreams, many people choose to become billionaires or marry rich daughters. But Zhou En was different.

"I must become the world free combat champion," Zhou En murmured, clutching a poster he had torn from the blackboard.

The World Free Combat Championship was the highest-level competition in the world and a sacred place in the hearts of combat enthusiasts.

As Zhou En grew up, he discovered that people in this world were very fond of combat. Influenced by the culture of this world, Zhou En also gradually began to like only the sport of combat.

"Hey, kid, why are you tearing down the poster from the announcement?" a sharp voice came from the crowd.

"Yeah, yeah, this school isn't owned by you alone."

Just as Zhou En turned around with a displeased look, wanting to find out who was speaking. A burst of dissatisfaction erupted from the crowd.

Escape, the thirty-six stratagems is to leave.

Zhou En lowered his head and quickly squeezed out from the center of the crowd.

"Hey, kid, why are you running?" The same girl's voice came again, making Zhou En's skin itch with annoyance.

"Fatty, are you in cahoots with that kid?"

"No, I'm not." Needless to say, Zhou En naturally sold out his "buddy."

Passing through the familiar flower bed, he arrived outside the newly formed club classroom.

At this moment, the area outside the club was already crowded with people, all looking expectantly at the words 'World Combat Club' on the door.

What a f*ing badass name.

To participate in the World Combat Championship, one could only do so under the banner of their country.

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

Currently, joining the school club was Zhou En's choice. As long as the club could progress step by step from the provincial to the national level, there was a possibility of becoming a key training subject for the country. Temporarily, club members would receive a spot in the World Free Combat Championship.

"I'm sorry, the five official spots for the club are already filled. If you join now, you can only be a benchwarmer."

At the classroom door, a small, 1.6-meter-tall loli kindly explained.

A benchwarmer, as the name suggests, was a lackey who fetched tea and water.

Although they could join the club, they wouldn't receive the club's full support.

Yet, many people were still willing to be benchwarmers.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, all the students let out sighs of extreme disappointment.

Some people who weren't very interested in combat turned and left immediately.

"You trash, you actually want to represent PZH School? What a pipe dream." Just then, a young man said, with his arms crossed, mocking them.

These words were undoubtedly very persuasive, and everyone turned to look at the young man.

Facing everyone's gaze, the young man did not shy away and continued to mock them.

"I am a benchwarmer for the World Combat Club. Whoever can last three moves against me, I'll call them grandpa."

This sentence was like a spark igniting a fuse, instantly stirring up excitement.

However, considering their own safety, no one stepped forward to 'challenge' him.

"What, a bunch of cowards, only good for barking?"

Seeing that no one took the bait, the young man continued to mock them.

Everyone was indignant but helpless.

"I'll take you on." Just as everyone fell silent, Zhou En strode forward, looking directly at the young man.

This wasn't Zhou En being reckless; it was because he wanted to gauge the gap between himself and the trained members.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf fears no tiger.

Seeing Zhou En's walking posture, a smug grin appeared on the young man's lips.

For a martial artist, the most important thing is a stable stance. But from Zhou En's seemingly floating, moonwalk-like steps, he was clearly an untrained rookie.

"Yue Hua, be careful," the small loli warned the young man. Her eyes were full of worry.

This made the young man's hormones surge. He wanted to put on a good show in front of the little loli.

As for this unlucky guy in front of him, he could only cry himself to sleep.

"Kid, I'll let you have three moves," Yue Hua said calmly, with his hands behind his back.

"Bring it on."

"This young man isn't even in a defensive stance. It seems he doesn't take Zhou En seriously at all," classmates who knew Zhou En whispered among themselves.

"I give this show a perfect ten."

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, Zhou En couldn't help but relax his body. He hadn't actually expected to win.

He just wanted to test the gap between himself and a trained fighter.

"Moonlit Peach Snatch," Zhou En spread his five fingers and lunged towards Yue Hua's "little peach."

Yue Hua's face darkened. Was his "little peach" something you could just touch?

He raised his right foot and kicked towards Zhou En's shin. The consequence of an unstable lower body was Zhou En falling flat on his face.

"Ouch."

Seeing this, Yue Hua couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You loser, you think you can fight me with that kind of stupidity?"

He said dismissively, looking at Zhou En scrambling to get up from the ground.

"What right do you have? What makes you qualified?"

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

"Hey, you shouldn't just curse at people even if you win,"

A kind passerby interjected, pointing out the impropriety.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Exactly."

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

Yue Hua's arrogance was like a slap in the face to them.

Zhou En got up from the ground, staring intently at Yue Hua, and said word by word, "Don't push it too far."

"Hahahaha." Hearing this utterly unthreatening remark, Yue Hua couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter.

"Scum should know their place as scum."

"Even though you're stronger than me now, I'll eventually become stronger than you," Zhou En gritted his teeth and said.

"Good!" Someone in the crowd immediately cheered for Zhou En. Even though Zhou En's words held no threat.

Yue Hua stared at Zhou En and said without reservation, "Anytime, anywhere, if you can defeat me, I'll call you grandpa."

Damn, he's even quoting Bruce Lee's classic line.

"Okay, I will definitely defeat you."

Yue Hua smiled dismissively and continued to call for others to sign up. Meanwhile, the little loli looked at Yue Hua with stars in her eyes.

With this incident, Zhou En no longer had a reason to stay. He quickly left the teaching building.

For other students, joining the club didn't make much of a difference, but it was different for Zhou En.

"Ling Ling, what kind of boy do you like?" At sixteen, Zhou En, in the throes of first love, casually asked the girl beside him.

The girl tilted her small head. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a glow on her delicate, fair face, creating what seemed like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Perhaps this is God's compensation for me, Zhou En thought silently.

"I like boys who know kung fu," the girl's sweet voice replied. She simultaneously clenched her tiny fists, sending ripples through Zhou En's heart.

No, it wasn't just ripples; it was a tidal wave.

From that day on, becoming a world free combat champion became Zhou En's dream.

"Sigh." He sighed in disappointment, realizing he had failed even before taking the first step towards his dream.

"Ling Ling, I miss you so much," Zhou En whispered.

He shook his head, suppressing the longing in his heart.

Glancing at his Apple phone, it was almost six o'clock. Zhou En decided to head to the cafeteria to fill his stomach first.

In the Cook era, using an Apple phone didn't necessarily mean you were rich. Using an Apple XS meant you were rich.

Perhaps it was the fall earlier, but Zhou En felt his vision blurring, making it difficult to even see his Apple 4S screen clearly.

"Damn, I really need to save up and get a 6S."

Zhou En cursed under his breath.

"The 4S screen is just too small."

Zhou En, however, failed to notice the warning sign in front of him that read "Danger ahead, please detour!"

engrossed in his phone, Zhou En stepped unhesitatingly into the "danger" zone.

"Ouch."

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

It's important to note that this wasn't just any household wire; it was a wire energized by a transformer on a utility pole.

The power was measured in kilowatts.

A "squeak" sound. Huge blue currents flowed rapidly throughout Zhou En's body.

Zhou En's muscles contracted excessively due to the massive electrical stimulation, causing his limbs to twitch violently.

"Ah!"

Immense pain surged directly into Zhou En's mind, eliciting a pained scream. His brain immediately fell into unconsciousness.

However, the blue currents did not cease their joyous rampage with Zhou En's unconsciousness, quickly coursing through his body.

Zhou En's muscles tightened due to the excessive electrical stimulation, and the quality of his muscle fibers grew at an inexpressible rate.

Around the muscles, the dense nervous system rapidly attached itself to the muscle tissue due to the electrical stimulation.

Although Zhou En's physical fitness had not significantly improved, once his muscles were trained, they would grow at a terrifying pace.

This was equivalent to granting Zhou En infinite possibilities.

If Zhou En were to face Yue Hua right now, even if he knew no martial arts, his sheer strength would be enough to take Yue Hua down.

While strength is not the sole determinant of victory in martial arts combat, an overwhelming difference in power could certainly change the entire battle.

"Zhou En." Chubby finally found Zhou En and was stunned by the blue currents surrounding him.

This just goes to show, muscles are the foundation of all movement.

Of course, Zhou En was completely unaware of all this.

To be honest, Chubby was quite loyal. Despite being tricked by Zhou En, he still came to find him without holding a grudge.

Anyone else would have already said goodbye to Zhou En.

"Hello, 110, this is PZH School." Chubby wasn't entirely foolish; he immediately picked up his Huawei P12 and dialed the emergency number.

"Yes, yes, there's an idiot standing on a utility pole here." Chubby, clearly nervous, misspoke.

"Alright, we'll be there shortly. If possible, please try to pull the injured person out under our guidance."

The police were a bit flustered by the call, but their professionalism ensured they made the correct decision.

Next, the police officers instructed Chubby on how to 'rescue' Zhou En using a wooden stick.

However, the police officers clearly overestimated Chubby's abilities.

"I can't, Uncle Police Officer," Chubby said, tears streaming down his face. His small eyes were filled with grievance.

This made the police officers furious.

While the police officers and Chubby were engaged in a game of verbal cat-and-mouse, the police car finally arrived.

The police officers looked at Chubby with disdain and began directing their team to 'save' Zhou En.

Chubby, having been on the phone, hadn't noticed that the blue currents previously surrounding Zhou En had completely vanished.

It was as if they had been absorbed by Zhou En's body.

Zhou En's twitching body gradually stopped, resembling an ugly man sleeping.

His tightly shut eyes also opened a sliver.

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

Chubby chattered incessantly as he followed the police to the 'scene of the crime.'

"Huh?" The police officer, about to step forward and assist, looked at Zhou En in bewilderment and let out a surprised sound.

Chubby followed the police officer's gaze, his eyes widening.

"This, this, is he possessed or something?" Chubby exclaimed in shock.

"Student, please don't mess with the police, okay?" The police officer looked at Chubby with an unfriendly expression.

Clearly, the police officer mistook Chubby for a prankster child.

Damn it, in this heat, is it easy to just eat chicken in the office?

The police officer was full of complaints. If it weren't for the fact that they were at a school, he would have already taken off his uniform and beaten Chubby up.

"If there's a next time, you'll be waiting at the police station," the officer said with a dismissive tone before quickly driving away in the police car.

"What's going on?" Zhou En asked, looking at the departing police car.

"How dare you ask? Zhou En, you not only sold me out, but you also tricked me," Chubby exclaimed, his anger flaring up at Zhou En's question.

Spitting with agitation, he began to lecture Zhou En.

After Chubby's sorrowful and indignant speech, Zhou En finally remembered the sequence of events.