Soaring on Swagger

Chu Sheng was somewhat confused.

"Didn't they say the highest was only Body Tempering Fifth Level?"

"Heh, just like you—Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger."

Wang Yingwu described what he had seen that day.

"There were three people at the time: two at the sixth level and one at the seventh. In less than half a minute, only the seventh-level one was still standing."

"Later, that kid threw a Rock Shattering Fist and directly blasted the seventh-level guy's arm broken."

"If I wasn't mistaken, his Rock Shattering Fist had at least reached Minor Accomplishment. Great Accomplishment wasn't impossible either."

Chu Sheng muttered gravely, "Seventh level, Great Accomplishment martial skill, Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger... screw your monkey..."

"Exactly." Wang Yingwu said, "If he ran into someone who didn't know better, they'd definitely get played like a monkey."

Chu Sheng could understand Lin Chuan's thinking. Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger did have a peculiar sort of thrill to it.

But that did not mean he could approve of it.

Because this was deeply unjust!

He had to make Lin Chuan recognize his mistake!

Chu Sheng's damn sense of justice reared its head again.

Lin Chuan's true combat strength should be comparable to the eighth level.

Even reaching the eighth level would not be safe enough.

That was simple enough. I'll just advance to the Body Tempering Ninth Level.

You like playing? I'll play with you properly.

Two hundred Justice Points probably wouldn't be enough...

After thinking it over, Chu Sheng had an idea.

"Teacher Wang, what places are there in the city to relax?"

"Huh?" Wang Yingwu was somewhat stunned. "Relax? What kind of relaxation?"

"I'm an adult."

Wang Yingwu froze on the spot, then gave an awkward laugh.

"Your Teacher Wang isn't that kind of person."

"Lies!"

Chu Sheng had heard that someone had once found Wang Yingwu's wallet.

There had been more than ten VIP gold cards inside.

Wang Yingwu's old face reddened.

Still, he had his own bottom line.

"As a teacher and role model, how am I supposed to tell you that? Once you graduate, Teacher will treat you—the full set."

"I'm just asking in advance. I definitely won't go."

Considering that Chu Sheng had always been quite honest before this,

Wang Yingwu could only tell him, half-believing and half-doubting.

Little did he know that he would regret today's actions for a full two and a half years.

"The ones up front charge meat prices for vegetarian dishes. The five at the back are pretty good.

But let me tell you, I'm a VIP at all these dozen or so places. I've topped up tens of thousands and know the front desk staff well.

If you dare go, I'll come over and arrest you!"

After returning home, Chu Sheng dialed Wind Chasing Hall's number.

"Hello, comrade. I'd like to report..."

There were more than a dozen places in total, and the operator was dumbfounded by the time she finished listening.

Bro, was this really right?

Taking revenge on society?

Ding!

Assisted in cracking down on illegal activities, purifying the social environment.

Justice Points +300

Looking at his gains, Chu Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterward, he summoned the system interface and began adding points.

Consumed 300 Justice Points

Your martial cultivation has advanced to the Body Tempering Ninth Level

The instant the system prompt appeared, the blood and qi within Chu Sheng's body thundered.

His bulging muscles were like towering mountains.

"Two hundred Justice Points remain. It's not enough to advance to the Second-Order Meridian Opening Realm."

Chu Sheng decided to raise his martial skills another notch.

The name Lin Chuan sounded like trouble at first listen, just like some damn novel protagonist.

Crossing one minor realm was normal; even two minor realms was not impossible.

He could not afford to capsize in a gutter.

Consumed 200 Justice Points

Your Wave Stacking Fist Technique has been raised to Great Accomplishment

In an instant, countless scenes flashed through Chu Sheng's mind.

They showed another him practicing the Wave Stacking Fist Technique day and night.

As the scenes vanished, those additional memories completely fused into his body.

With one punch, the fist wind was like waves crashing against the shore, booming thunderously.

A second punch followed, its force stacking upon itself, each layer rising higher than the last.

Three layers of stacked waves!

Four layers of stacked waves!

Five layers of stacked waves!

When the force of the sixth stacked wave erupted, the air seemed to be torn apart, letting out a piercing roar.

Chu Sheng felt that the power of that final punch had likely exceeded 2,000 kilograms.

But he did not dare be certain.

Though he could use the testing dummy, the number given by a machine was far too cold.

So, he planned to ask Lin Chuan personally tomorrow.

The original owner's parents had both died. This house was a Federal Government welfare benefit and would be taken back once he graduated from high school.

Every month, he only received 2,000 yuan in relief funds.

Forget buying resources—even food and clothing were a struggle.

Martial artists simply ate too much.

He glanced at the balance on his card. Less than 300 yuan remained.

Thinking that life would improve once he entered the elite class,

Chu Sheng directly spent 200 yuan to order a nutritious meal set.

If he could not even eat his fill, how could he speak of upholding justice?

The next morning, at Second High School's martial arts arena.

Even after seeing Chu Sheng's name and his Body Tempering Seventh Level cultivation with their own eyes,

quite a few students from Class Four still felt as though they were dreaming.

It felt like everyone was still studying for the college entrance exam when they suddenly heard that a middling student in their class had been directly guaranteed admission.

What did Body Tempering Seventh Level mean?

Even in the elite class, it was above average, an existence that completely crushed ordinary-class students like them.

"Chu Sheng hid himself really deeply. Body Tempering Seventh Level—I wouldn't have dared imagine it."

"I get it now. His good temper was one thing, but more importantly, he simply couldn't be bothered to lower himself to our level."

"The highest among the others are only at Body Tempering Fifth Level. He's definitely getting into the elite class..."

It was not just them. Students from the other classes were equally shocked when they saw a Body Tempering Seventh Level student suddenly appear.

To the point that they felt the competition no longer held any suspense.

When they saw that Chu Sheng's first-round opponent was only at the Body Tempering Fourth Level,

everyone could not help observing three seconds of silence for Lin Chuan.

"Lin Chuan is done for this time. He's absolutely just a stepping stone."

"He's only at the fourth level. He'd lose against anyone. I don't even understand how someone at the fourth level dared sign up."

"He'll probably surrender on his own. There's no way to fight this..."

Class Nine, Lin Chuan's class.

Hearing the crowd's discussion, a chubby little fatty with a round face sneered to himself.

He was Lin Chuan's deskmate and best friend.

Naturally, he knew Lin Chuan's true strength.

Body Tempering Seventh Level, and he even had two Great Accomplishment martial skills. His true strength was enough to rival the Body Tempering Eighth Level.

This match truly held no suspense.

Because the victor could only be Lin Chuan!

Not far away.

"Qingxue, your childhood sweetheart is really unlucky..."

A cold and stunningly beautiful girl wore an indifferent expression.

Li Qingxue, the self-proclaimed school beauty of Second High School.

In truth, not many people acknowledged it.

Hearing the teasing from the girl beside her, Li Qingxue merely shook her head with a faint smile.

"Someone is indeed unlucky, but I won't say who."

Lin Chuan had told her about his true strength.

In her view, the unlucky one was clearly the person named Chu Sheng.

Previously, he had remained obscure, only to suddenly become Body Tempering Seventh Level.

He was obviously trying to Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger and make a name for himself in one stunning stroke.

Unfortunately, he had run into Lin Chuan.

This luck was truly something else...

Soon, the whistle sounded.

The first match was Chu Sheng versus Lin Chuan.

On the way out of the preparation room.

"Hello." Lin Chuan took the initiative to greet him.

Chu Sheng slightly curled his lips, revealing a disdainful expression.

"Get lost, you piece of trash."

Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger—if that was not trash, then what was?

Watching Chu Sheng's retreating back,

Lin Chuan grinned unconcernedly.

He had long grown used to being looked down on. He even hoped Chu Sheng would insult him a few more times.

"Showing off?"

"I'll make you fly later!"