Emperor Zhou Wu Sweeps the World

After eleven consecutive thefts, Gao Teng gained 301 points of cultivation, 0.15 points of physical strength, and 0.68 points of mental strength.

This 0.15 increase in physical strength might seem small, but through normal cultivation, it would take a long, arduous struggle to achieve such progress.

As this energy surged into Gao Teng's body, the bruises on him faded rapidly, and his fractured bones knit back together; not only did his injuries recover completely, but his physique became even more formidable.

Gao Teng carefully sensed the changes in his body and summoned his attribute panel for a look.

[Realm: Level 2 (Mid-stage Qi Condensation) (567/800 cultivation)]

[Physical Strength: 3.46]

[Mental Strength: 3.16]

Gao Teng only looked at these three values. After his days of bitter cultivation, his mental strength had finally broken through to Level 3, and his cultivation realm was nearing a bottleneck, about to usher in a new breakthrough.

Gao Teng snapped his fingers. After being robbed by him, Zhou Xing's mental strength had already plummeted below Level 1.

If he were to wake up from his coma now, he would surely be mentally withered, his head heavy as a mountain, and his energy completely exhausted.

Gao Teng chuckled; the expression on Zhou Xing's face when he woke up would surely be spectacular, but unfortunately, he didn't have the time to watch the show.

He straightened his clothes and walked down the mountain at a leisurely pace.

When Zhu Hong saw his figure, he immediately hurried over to meet him.

"Gao... Gao Teng."

Zhu Hong was extremely shocked, stumbling over his words: "You... you... aren't you hurt? How did you defeat Zhou Xing and his gang?

There were so many of them, how are you completely fine? When did you become so strong?"

Gao Teng's lips curled upward as he patted Zhu Hong on the shoulder: "I told you I'd get your money back. Do you believe me now?"

Zhu Hong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I believe, I believe! I believe anything you say now.

They just gave all the money back to me. Thank you for standing up for me."

He then apologized: "I said the wrong thing before. I didn't know you had become so strong and thought you were the same as before. I'm sorry."

Gao Teng smiled: "It's fine. Actually, I only just discovered I was a genius recently, so it's normal for you to have misunderstood me."

Zhu Hong offered a forced smile and asked cautiously: "Brother, how did you get so strong? Can you show me the ropes?

I also want to push my grades up in this final stretch. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me."

Gao Teng spread his hands: "I'm just pure talent. I practiced and broke through. There's no such thing as a shortcut, so I'm sorry, you have to be like me and rely on your own hard work."

Zhu Hong pursed his lips; he really couldn't believe Gao Teng's explanation.

For three years of high school, Gao Teng's grades had been incredibly stable—always dead last. Now that his strength had suddenly skyrocketed, there had to be a reason; how could it be just his own hard work?

If hard work were useful, Gao Teng's grades would have shot straight up like a rocket with a firecracker shoved up its rear long ago; why wait until now to exert himself?

Gao Teng glanced at Zhu Hong, having already guessed his thoughts, and said: "I know you don't believe me. Actually, I find it strange too. During this time, it's as if some restriction in my body has been lifted, and every aspect of me has become incredibly clear.

Every time I practice a technique or martial skill, I have new insights.

When I take medicinal pills, I can thoroughly refine all the medicinal power without wasting a single bit.

Especially when refining true energy, there is no sense of stagnation; every time I complete a cycle, my cultivation grows tangibly.

So, I feel that I wasn't without talent in martial arts; it just only started to show now."

Zhu Hong listened silently, believing him a little more.

Actually, Gao Teng didn't have to tell him so much; what right did he have to hear these explanations?

Gao Teng was treating him like a person; he could have completely ignored him and walked away.

"Sigh!"

Zhu Hong let out a deep sigh: "I thought I could bask in your glory and have a bit more hope for the future.

If it's just relying on talent, then there's nothing I can do."

Gao Teng comforted him: "You can still get into a junior college; life isn't without hope. Perhaps you can have a late-blooming breakthrough like me."

Zhu Hong wore a bitter smile; he didn't dare to have such delusions.

A situation like Gao Teng's couldn't even be called rare—it was unheard of!

"Let's go, it's time for class."

Gao Teng raised his hand, patted Zhu Hong on the shoulder, and they walked toward the teaching building together.

The bell for class had long since rung, and they were already quite late.

This period was the Martial Arts Research Course, which mainly covered various basic techniques and martial skills.

Gao Teng gave an explanation to the teacher, but his fabricated excuse was too clumsy. After being scolded a few times, he was finally allowed to enter the classroom.

But after listening to the lesson for about ten minutes, a sudden uproar erupted in the hallway.

The next moment, a figure ran past the classroom, completely naked, screaming and shouting, crying and laughing.

"????"

A string of question marks popped up over Gao Teng's head; if he hadn't misread the situation just now, the person who ran past should have been Zhou Xing.

However, he hadn't seen the face clearly, so he felt a bit uncertain.

Just as he was thinking this, that stark white figure ran back again.

Gao Teng wore a strange expression; now he was completely certain that Zhou Xing had gone mad!

After so many days of effort, he had finally driven this bird-man insane!

"Let me go! I am a free bird! I want to fly! I want to run!"

Gao Teng snorted with laughter, never expecting that Zhou Xing was actually a poet.

Like many of his classmates, he poked his head out the window and saw Zhou Xing being pinned to the ground by several teachers, writhing frantically like a catfish.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am? Do you know my power?

I only need to flick a finger to turn you all into dust!

Today, considering how hard it is to cultivate, I am granting you a way to live. How dare you offend me?"

"How bold! How bold! Such immense audacity!

Since you are stubborn and refuse to listen, do not blame me for striking you down.

Today, I shall make you remember what it means for an Emperor Zhou Wu to be insulted—those who do so must die!

Open for me!"

Zhou Xing frantically urged his true qi, yet his body remained unable to move, held firmly suppressed against the ground.

His face drained of color, and he cried out in terror, "Who are you people? Why does everyone here have cultivation not inferior to mine?

I am Emperor Zhou Wu, the invincible Martial Emperor who has swept away all opponents in this world and stands above all living beings!"

"You are a joke!"

A teacher swung his hand and slapped Zhou Xing hard across the face: "If you are a Martial Emperor, then I am an Immortal Emperor!"

"Immortal Emperor? You are an Immortal Emperor?"

Zhou Xing trembled all over, sobbing, "Why, when I am already invincible in this world, do strong enemies descend from the heavens?

Heavens! Why must you treat me this way? I hate this! I hate it!"

The teachers were amused, exchanged glances, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I practiced martial arts for eighteen years and became invincible in this world, with no one who did not admire or revere me. How dare you mock me so wantonly? By what right?"

"You have truly lost your mind."

A teacher swung his hand and struck the back of Emperor Zhou Wu's neck, suppressing him into boundless darkness.