One Punch to Make You Fly

As Jiang Li's homeroom teacher for three years, Zhou Weihua naturally knew Jiang Li's family background inside and out.

What was more, he had also heard that Jiang Li was in debt.

How far could a student like that possibly go on the Martial Path?

A breakthrough? And he wanted to cultivate a Breathing Technique? What a fool's dream.

Yet when he saw the sharpness in Jiang Li's eyes, a faint unease rose within him.

Very quickly, Zhou Weihua let out a mocking laugh. He was an Eighth-grade Martial Artist. What could a mere ninth-grade student with neither power nor influence possibly do to threaten him?

Just then, a loud shout rang out across the athletic field.

"Student Jiang Li requests Teacher Zhou's guidance!"

Jiang Li stood ramrod straight and saluted Zhou Weihua.

Quite a few students nearby turned to look, their faces full of surprise.

"Isn't that Jiang Li? Teacher Zhou is an Eighth-grade Martial Artist. If I remember right, Jiang Li is only ninth-grade, isn't he?"

"I think Jiang Li won't last even a minute against Teacher Zhou."

"A minute? If Teacher Zhou goes all out, Jiang Li will probably lose in an instant."

Many students who had come to watch the show looked over and began discussing it animatedly.

Zhou Weihua froze as well, frowning. "When did I say I was going to guide you...?"

Before he could finish, every hair on Zhou Weihua's body suddenly stood on end.

Danger!

Before him, Jiang Li was circulating the Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art. The blood and qi within his body boiled, even tinting his skin a faint red.

With a thunderous BANG, Jiang Li stepped forward. Accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, his fist shot out like a cannonball, smashing straight into Zhou Weihua's guard.

Zhou Weihua was, after all, an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, and his reaction was extremely quick. He crossed his arms before him, but in the next instant, he felt as though a speeding truck had slammed into him. It felt as if both his arms were about to shatter, and his entire body was sent flying into the air as the ground of the athletic field rapidly filled his vision.

Jiang Li raised his eyes, a cold sneer curling his lips.

He had killed eleven beast-fighters. Even before Lin Yuanliang, he had neither grovelled nor acted arrogant.

And a high school teacher like you thought you could humiliate me!?

I'm not worthy!?

Putting on airs in front of me? One punch and I'll send you flying!

And this was only the beginning. Jiang Li naturally had no intention of letting it end so easily.

Those who insulted him would be repaid tenfold!

As the Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art circulated, he suddenly burst forward. Before Zhou Weihua could react, he saw Jiang Li drive his knee up in a brutal strike.

PFFT!

That flying knee nearly made Zhou Weihua vomit up last night's dinner.

His internal organs churned like rivers and seas overturned. His eyes even rolled white, and he nearly passed out.

When Zhou Weihua's body crashed heavily down onto the athletic field, the expressions of every watching student became unprecedentedly uniform—eyes wide, jaws dropped.

Jiang Li landed on the ground and walked forward with unhurried steps. Only then did Zhou Weihua barely come back to his senses.

The way he looked at Jiang Li was filled with terror, as though he were staring at a demon.

"Jiang Li, I... urgh!"

The moment he opened his mouth, Jiang Li burst forward again. Like a demon god, he reached out and gripped Zhou Weihua's face in one hand.

His arm tensed, and like a savage slam dunk, he yanked Zhou Weihua's head up before smashing it brutally back down.

This time, the entire world fell silent.

The whole athletic field was deathly quiet.

Zhou Weihua lay sprawled on the field like a dead fish.

"Thank you for Teacher Zhou's guidance!"

Only after that loud shout did the students on the athletic field finally snap back to their senses.

They turned to look, but all they saw was the back of someone who seemed nearly invincible.

"Holy shit, what the hell just happened? Teacher Zhou got the crap beaten out of him by a student!?"

"Guidance? The hell kind of guidance is that? That was a complete crushing!"

"Teacher Zhou is an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, and he got hammered! Since when did our school have someone this fierce!?"

"Am I seeing things? That person was Jiang Li? Jiang Li, the Debt King nobody gave a damn about!??"

In an instant, the entire field erupted. The roar of voices was so loud it seemed ready to blow the roof off the athletic field.

Only after quite some time did someone remember to help Zhou Weihua up and send him to the school infirmary.

Far from dying down, the chatter across the athletic field only grew louder and louder.

Fuming, Lu Wanning and Li Xiaoxiao had finally calmed down a little and were preparing to head to the stadium to practice martial arts.

They had barely arrived at the stadium when they heard everyone talking. More importantly, the name they were discussing was the one Lu Wanning least wanted to hear.

"Jiang Li!? Don't tell me he's been used as a punching bag again!?"

"Hmph, serves him right. He hasn't been beaten half to death this time, has he?"

Without listening closely, Lu Wanning immediately thought of it with glee.

Previously, in order to borrow money, Jiang Li had volunteered to be his classmates' punching bag under the grand excuse of practicing martial arts, and had been beaten into the infirmary more than once.

"Wanning!"

At that moment, Li Xiaoxiao, who had returned from asking around, looked as though she had seen a ghost.

"What? Don't tell me that Jiang Li got beaten to death?" Lu Wanning said venomously.

Li Xiaoxiao's face had gone pale as she lowered her voice. "Jiang Li beat up Teacher Zhou."

"What!?" Lu Wanning shot to her feet in shock, wearing the same ghost-stricken expression.

"Teacher Zhou Weihua!?"

"Yes!"

"Teacher Zhou is an Eighth-grade Martial Artist. Even if Jiang Li were popping drugs, there's no way he could beat Teacher Zhou. Xiaoxiao, are you sure you didn't hear wrong?" Lu Wanning's eyes widened, her pretty face filled with disbelief.

"Someone told me in person. There's no way it's wrong. They all said Jiang Li must have... perhaps... broken through to Eighth-grade."

Lu Wanning froze for a long while before collapsing back into her chair, muttering absentmindedly to herself.

"That can't be possible."

After leaving the stadium, Jiang Li headed straight for the Martial Testing Tower.

Since the Zhou Weihua route was blocked, he would do it himself.

"Hello, Teacher. I'm here to test my Blood Qi Value!"

Jiang Li arrived on the first floor of the Martial Testing Tower and spoke to a young female teacher dressed with exquisite care.

Yun Fei, a specially appointed teacher at Seventeenth Middle School. It was said that with the martial arts entrance exams approaching, the school had specifically recruited her from the province.

"Testing your Blood Qi? Where's your teacher?" Yun Fei crossed her long legs clad in black stockings, adjusted her black thin-rimmed glasses, and looked at Jiang Li.

"Teacher suddenly felt unwell and went to rest. He told me to come by myself." Jiang Li wore a faint smile. "Teacher Yun, please understand. After all, Teacher is getting on in years."

Though it was somewhat against the rules, she had nothing to do anyway, so she slowly rose and took out a registration form.

"Register first. I'll take you to test your Blood Qi."

The smile on Jiang Li's face deepened slightly as he immediately filled out the form.

When Yun Fei took it and looked it over, a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Class 3, Grade 3, an Eighth-grade Martial Artist?"

"Seventeenth Middle School actually has another Eighth-grade student!"

There were nearly eleven hundred senior-year martial arts students in all of Seventeenth Middle School, but the vast majority were Ninth-Rank Martial Artists.

The only Eighth-grade student was Luo Tianji, who had broken through to Eighth-grade a month ago.

"I just broke through, so I wanted to test my Blood Qi Value." Jiang Li smiled.

"Alright, follow me." Yun Fei turned as she spoke.

A senior-year Eighth-grade Martial Artist could indeed be called a genius.

Yet Jiang Li noticed that Yun Fei was merely surprised and gave him one extra look.

If it were any other teacher, they would probably already be beside themselves with joy.

After all, Jiang Li's realm alone was enough to make Seventeenth Middle School's enrollment numbers soar next year and earn it a certain degree of renown in both the city and the province.

It seems this Teacher Yun has quite an extraordinary background as well.

Jiang Li followed behind Yun Fei's graceful figure toward a room.

Inside the room stood sophisticated Blood Qi testing equipment.

"Go in and circulate your Blood Qi with all your strength."

"Don't even think about using any secret arts or pills."

After giving that reminder, Yun Fei had Jiang Li enter.

The door closed. Jiang Li looked around, then slowly shut his eyes.

Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art, activate!

Outside the room, Yun Fei watched the numbers on the instrument.

A Ninth-Rank Martial Artist's Blood Qi Value ranged from 0.01 to 1.00, while an Eighth-grade Martial Artist's ranged from 1.00 to 10.00.

Jiang Li claimed he had only just broken through. It would already be quite good if his Blood Qi Value could remain stable between 1.00 and 1.10.

Even Luo Tianji had only scored a Blood Qi Value of 1.05 when he came for testing a month ago.

Just then, Jiang Li's eyes snapped open.

In an instant, a faint white mist rose from the surface of his skin. His complexion gradually flushed red, and even his hair seemed to drift upward.

Yun Fei froze, then cried out in surprise, "The Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art Fourth Level!?"

When she looked again at his Blood Qi Value, the surprise on her face turned into shock.

[Blood Qi Value: 9.99]

Eighteen years old, at the peak of Eighth-grade Martial Artist!