Thunderstorm Fist!

Chapter 4 Martial Skill, Thunderstorm Fist!

Mu Qing looked at Song Qing with a faint, inscrutable smile, then glanced at the two junior schoolgirls behind him who were gazing at him with adoration, as well as the gloating expressions of the surrounding students. A thought crossed his mind, and he immediately understood the other party's intentions.

"How convenient. This is the perfect chance to test the power of a martial skill." Mu Qing's lips curled slightly. He tapped his communication device a few times, purchasing a high-level martial skill called Thunderstorm Fist. Ninety thousand Huaxia coins were instantly deducted from his personal account.

The communication device vibrated gently, and the screen changed to display all the information regarding the high-level martial skill Thunderstorm Fist, which was divided into ten levels in total.

The reason Mu Qing chose this particular skill was that it was known for being very easy to practice. In the comment section, a senior from West Lake High School had mentioned that even an average student could master the basics after reading through it just a few times.

Of course, there was a trade-off; while the entry-level was simple, the subsequent levels were extremely difficult to cultivate, and very few people could ever fully master all ten levels of Thunderstorm Fist.

Mu Qing wasn't sure if he would be able to cultivate the later levels, but for now, there was no doubt that Thunderstorm Fist could cause his strength to soar in a short amount of time!

After staring at the screen to memorize the key points of the first three levels of Thunderstorm Fist, Mu Qing took a deep breath, turned off his communication device, and fell silent, immersing himself in the comprehension of the first level.

However, Mu Qing's current state made Song Qing, who was standing right in front of him, extremely annoyed. Mu Qing had first been tapping away on his device and was now just standing there motionless, ignoring him completely.

"Mu Qing, I see you coming from the direction of the training rooms. I suppose you've just finished tempering your body? Haven't you reached the threshold of the fifth stage of Blood Qi yet? How about a spar with your senior? Perhaps you'll break through to the fifth stage of Blood Qi right in the middle of the fight."

Mu Qing's attitude irritated Song Qing. He had to consider that there were two junior schoolgirls and a large crowd of students watching; for the sake of his reputation, he even postured as a senior, his expression arrogant. Clearly, he did not view Mu Qing, who was also a top student, as an opponent of the same caliber.

"Is Song Qing looking for trouble with Mu Qing? I heard Song Qing just broke through to the fifth stage of Blood Qi a few days ago. He must be looking for someone to practice on."

"Practice? Don't you know? Even though Mu Qing is a top student, he hasn't awakened a Blood Spirit yet. How could he possibly be a match for Song Qing? Song Qing is definitely here to pick a fight."

"How is that possible? Mu Qing is a top student, after all. How could he still not have awakened a Blood Spirit?"

"It looks like Mu Qing is in trouble. Song Qing awakened the Black Profound Iron Sword, which can convert into heavy Origin Force. If Song Qing unleashes his Origin Force, a single sword strike carries the weight of a thousand pounds!"

The surrounding students whispered among themselves. The Blood Spirit Song Qing had awakened was recorded in the West Lake High School archives, as seniors in the past had awakened similar spirits.

"Song Qing, you are at the fifth stage of Blood Qi, while I am only at the fourth. That's not fair. How about... you let me have three moves?"

Mu Qing wore a mischievous smirk. As long as he didn't actively release the Purple Lightning Bamboo, the opponent wouldn't be able to sense his true cultivation level.

He had just bought Thunderstorm Fist, and now a live target had delivered himself to be tested. How could Mu Qing refuse?

"Fine! Very well, I'll let you have three moves." Seeing that Mu Qing wasn't backing down, Song Qing didn't care about the conditions and agreed immediately.

After all, there were two junior schoolgirls watching, and this was the perfect moment to demonstrate his heroic prowess. Who knows, he might even be able to win them over tonight.

"Alright, then be careful, Senior. I'm coming at you." Mu Qing looked at Song Qing playfully. The Origin Force in his mind began to circulate slowly, following the path of the first level of Thunderstorm Fist, gathering together to form a terrifying force.

"Don't worry, come at me! If you can force me back within three moves, I'll admit defeat!"

Clearly, Mu Qing's use of the word "Senior" had made Song Qing feel smug. He didn't notice the look in Mu Qing's eyes and waved his hand confidently.

In fact, he did have the strength to be this confident. He retracted the Black Profound Iron Sword into his body, and waves of Origin Force spread from his dantian throughout his entire body.

At the fifth stage of Blood Qi, relying on a Blood Spirit to convert Origin Force brought a world-shattering change to one's strength. A full-power strike using Origin Force could unleash a terrifying force of one ton, and if the Origin Force was spread throughout the body, it could withstand a ton of force at its limit.

In Song Qing's eyes, Mu Qing was only at the fourth stage of Blood Qi, with a maximum strength of only eight hundred pounds. He probably couldn't even disperse a sliver of his Origin Force, let alone force him back.

Of course, if he knew that Mu Qing was actually already at the fifth stage of Blood Qi, one wonders what he would think.

Zzzzt!

Because it was his first time using the martial skill, Mu Qing wasn't very proficient. It took him over ten seconds of circulating his Origin Force to finally gather it into his arm. A faint, searing white lightning flickered between his palms and fingers, emitting a harsh, crackling sound.

"That is!" Song Qing's pupils shrank violently as he saw this, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart. Before he could even react, Mu Qing was already in front of him.

"Thunderstorm Fist!"

With a soft shout from Mu Qing, he clenched his five fingers. Strands of searing white lightning energy converged, his entire fist crackling with electricity as surging Origin Force erupted outward.

"You!"

Before Song Qing could finish his word, with a bang, Mu Qing's fist slammed heavily into his lower abdomen. Strands of searing white lightning exploded, tearing through his training uniform and unleashing a terrifying force.

Although Song Qing had used Origin Force to defend, he had only channeled a small portion from his dantian. How could he possibly withstand Mu Qing, who had just unleashed a high-level martial skill?

Following the Thunderstorm Fist strike and Song Qing's scream, his entire body was sent flying backward through the air before crashing onto the ground.

Caught off guard, Song Qing was no match for Mu Qing at all.

"Hum!"

Seeing Song Qing sent flying, Mu Qing nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to retract his fist, a sound echoed in his mind; the Purple Lightning Bamboo had appeared on its own for some unknown reason.

A small, purple bamboo stalk swayed gently, emitting swirling mist. Lightning flickered, and electric arcs danced continuously between the purple bamboo leaves.

"This is..."

Mu Qing's body suddenly trembled, his eyes turning deep and unfocused. His consciousness entered his mind, where the Purple Lightning Bamboo hovered above his head. As the leaves swayed, it shed strands of purple mist infused with lightning.

Originally, Mu Qing had only mastered the first level of Thunderstorm Fist. Although he had memorized many of the key points for the later levels, it would likely have taken him quite some time to truly execute them.

But now, as the Purple Lightning Bamboo continuously shed purple mist, Mu Qing entered a profound and mysterious state. The circulation paths for the first three levels of Thunderstorm Fist, which he had memorized, surfaced and were comprehended at a terrifying speed.

Subconsciously, Mu Qing walked over to Song Qing, who was just climbing to his feet. Under Song Qing's terrified gaze, Mu Qing's internal Origin Force surged, electricity wrapped around his fist, and he struck out once more.

Song Qing took another punch to the abdomen. As Mu Qing's fist made contact, two distinct bursts of lightning energy detonated. A massive force erupted, sending him flying again. The exploding lightning not only left Song Qing's entire body numb, but his abdomen was charred black, emitting wisps of smoke.

"Fifth stage of Blood Qi! The rumors on the school forum must be fake! Mu Qing clearly possesses the strength of the fifth stage of Blood Qi and has awakened a Blood Spirit."

The surrounding students retreated in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

"What kind of Blood Spirit did Mu Qing awaken? There isn't any information on the school's official website." Someone immediately took a photo of the Purple Lightning Bamboo hovering above Mu Qing's head and used their communication device to search the official website, but they couldn't find any relevant information.

"It's normal not to find it. The school's official website only records Blood Spirits that have appeared at West Lake High School throughout history. I remember that many top students have Blood Spirits that aren't recorded in the history of West Lake High School at all," a student said.

Humanity relies primarily on Blood Spirits to cultivate bloodline power, and the types of Blood Spirits are virtually endless. Even the most powerful Federation on Earth does not have a complete record of Blood Spirit information, as Blood Spirits that have never been seen before are being awakened at every moment.

Caught off guard, Song Qing was already severely injured. Having been sent flying twice in a row by Mu Qing in front of so many people, he couldn't save face. A trickle of blood spilled from his mouth, and while he harbored hatred in his heart, a hint of terror appeared in his eyes as he watched Mu Qing slowly approach him again.

"Mu..."

Song Qing had just wanted to beg for mercy, but unfortunately, Mu Qing, who had entered an unknown state, could hear nothing at this moment. As wisps of purple mist descended, he quickly grasped the mysteries of the third level of the Thunderstorm Fist.

Crackling!

Wisps of lightning power condensed on his fist, and a sharp aura radiated into the surroundings.

The next moment, under Song Qing's horrified expression, Mu Qing landed another punch, still striking Song Qing's abdomen. This time, three full bolts of lightning power exploded outward!

Song Qing wanted to mobilize his Origin Force to defend himself, but under the erosion of that terrifying lightning power, his entire body was paralyzed and convulsing. Coupled with the intense pain coming from his abdomen, he was simply unable to focus his mind to mobilize his Origin Force.

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of thick blood sprayed from Song Qing's mouth. His face was filled with regret. He had only meant to provoke him, but he hadn't expected Mu Qing to be so ruthless, practically beating him to death. He had tricked him into thinking he was at the fourth stage of Blood Qi, only to suddenly erupt with fifth-stage power—and he had even used a martial skill!

"Mu Qing... you lied to me..." Song Qing, who was also at the fifth stage of Blood Qi, had no power to resist from start to finish. His head lolled to the side, and he fell completely unconscious.

"So ruthless."

The surrounding students from the East Campus looked at Mu Qing with expressions of fear. The two junior schoolgirls brought by Song Qing were so scared that they collapsed onto the ground.

Because Mu Qing was currently in a mysterious state and unable to perceive anything outside, his instincts were controlling the execution of the Thunderstorm Fist. As a result, his expression remained completely calm, and he didn't even blink.

"Hmm?"

It wasn't until Song Qing had completely passed out that Mu Qing's consciousness slowly began to wake up. At this moment, he had a feeling as if he could execute the first three levels of the Thunderstorm Fist at any time, with such proficiency that it felt as if he had been practicing for a long time.