Name: Lu Chong
Level: Martial Disciple, Fifth Stage (13%)
Martial Skills: Nine-Shadow Step, Perfect
Monument-Splitting Palm, Perfect
Wind Splitting Leg, Small Accomplishment (32%)
Lu Chong checked his stats. Hmm, Wind Splitting Leg should reach Great Accomplishment tonight.
"I need to hurry up and find more Martial Skills. Otherwise, I'll be wasting my automatic training cheat." Lu Chong became even more aware of that.
So he really had to put on a good show in this spar between the two classes. That was the only way he could ask for more, and better, Martial Skills.
On the open ground, Sun Ze was the first to step out from the crowd. He stood tall and straight, facing the strong students from Class 1 without cowering like the others.
"Come on!" Sun Ze roared, as if trying to psych himself up.
Zhao Longfei gave a scornful snort. Looking toward the students on his side who were preparing to fight, he called out, "Zhou Feng, you're up. If you can't win in ten moves, you can spar with me during today's practical class."
A lean boy immediately stepped out from Class 1. He smiled ingratiatingly at Zhao Longfei. "Don't worry, class monitor. Five moves will be enough. If I can't do it, I'll go back and train extra on my own."
As he spoke, Zhou Feng didn't even bother to look at his opponent, Sun Ze. It was as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
Only when the two stood facing each other did Zhou Feng address Sun Ze, speaking in a brazen tone. "Sun Ze, looks like you've forgotten how much it hurt last time. Now you're bold enough to challenge Class 1?"
Sun Ze had clearly suffered at Zhou Feng's hands before, but he showed no fear now. "If you want to fight, then fight. Who's afraid of whom? At worst, I'll spend another day in the infirmary."
"Well said!"
The students from Class 5 behind him cheered, seemingly fired up by Sun Ze's courage.
Lu Chong had to admit that, although Sun Ze was arrogant and domineering, he was genuinely brave when faced with a challenge.
If today counted, he'd have spent three days in a row lying in the infirmary.
"Please!"
Zhou Feng put away his smile, cupped his fists toward Sun Ze, then struck first.
"That's Nine-Shadow Step at Great Accomplishment." Lu Chong recognized the Martial Skill at a glance.
"He's also got Monument-Splitting Palm at Great Accomplishment. His level should be about the same as Sun Ze's."
Monument-Splitting Palm and Nine-Shadow Step were basic Martial Skills required of most high school students, so they were very common.
Sun Ze also used Monument-Splitting Palm and Nine-Shadow Step at Great Accomplishment, clashing fiercely with Zhou Feng.
The two exchanged three moves in the blink of an eye. Sun Ze was slightly on the back foot, but he could hold out for a while longer.
But just then, Zhou Feng suddenly changed his move. His pushing palm turned into a heavy punch.
The punch came in at an odd angle, cleverly avoiding the force of Sun Ze's palm and landing squarely on his chest. Sun Ze was sent flying three meters back.
The students nearby could almost hear his ribs crack. Zhou Feng's punch had been vicious, leaving Sun Ze unable to fight back.
"Looks like that's another fist technique at Great Accomplishment." That was all Lu Chong could determine. With his current experience, he couldn't tell exactly which fist technique it was.
"Four moves." Zhou Feng smugly blew on his fist and called out with an easy grin.
"Take Sun Ze to the infirmary." A student from Class 5 stepped forward to help him.
"I'm not going. I'll go after you've all finished fighting." Sun Ze forced himself to his feet and spoke stubbornly.
Zhou Feng turned to the other students from Class 5 who were going to fight. "Who's next?"
Another Martial Disciple at the Fifth Stage from Class 5 stepped forward, cupped his fists, and attacked Zhou Feng.
Unfortunately, this student was even weaker than Sun Ze. After three moves, Zhou Feng knocked him down with another unexpected punch.
The third student was no different. He was no match for Zhou Feng either.
"You really are weak. Is there no one in your class who can fight?" Zhou Feng swept his gaze over the students from Class 5, growing even more smug.
The little bit of morale Class 5 had just managed to build up disappeared. There was no helping it; the difference in strength was simply too great.
Class 1 had sent out only one student, and he had already defeated three of theirs, all in fewer than five moves.
In the stands, the Old Principal looked half asleep. Li Chengjun, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, feigned reproach. "That kid Zhou Feng is too rough. He should've shown the students from Class 5 a little consideration."
"Ah, it's my failure as a teacher. I'll have him apologize to his classmates when we get back."
Wang Tong raised his eyelids, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. He said nothing, merely pouring another cup of tea for the Old Principal.
Lu Chong hadn't even gone up yet. Sir, you couldn't fall asleep now.
On the field, the students watching from the various classes murmured among themselves. They could all see that the gap between Class 5 and Class 1 was enormous. Class 5 was no match for them.
There was no suspense in this spar at all.
Lou Qingqing was about to step forward, but her expression was troubled. Her strength was about on par with Sun Ze's, and she had no confidence she could beat Zhou Feng.
Just then, Lu Chong stepped forward and stood in front of her. "I'll go first. You can hold the line at the end."
It wasn't that Lu Chong was being chivalrous. That kid across from them hit too hard. If he injured his employer, Lu Chong wouldn't earn any money tonight.
"You're Lu Chong?" Zhou Feng immediately became interested. Even the Class 1 students behind him turned to look.
They had challenged Class 5 this time not only to establish their superiority over the ordinary classes, but also to pick a fight with Lu Chong.
They'd heard the kid was arrogant enough to reject the homeroom teacher's invitation and stay in an ordinary class. Wasn't that looking down on them?
Lu Chong calmly cupped his fists. "That's me. Please."
"Good!" Zhou Feng seemed a little worked up. "Five moves again. If you're still standing after five moves, I lose."
Lu Chong smiled. Then, stepping into Nine-Shadow Step, he left a trail of afterimages and pushed a palm toward Zhou Feng's chest.
"You're just as weak as the others." Zhou Feng gave a disdainful snort and threw a heavy punch, intent on taking Lu Chong down.
Although his Iron Wire Fist was also a low-grade technique, it had some advantage over Monument-Splitting Palm. It had also nearly reached Microscopic, which was why he'd been unstoppable in the previous fights.
Facing Lu Chong's seemingly ordinary Monument-Splitting Palm, Zhou Feng didn't expect any surprises.
Bang!
As fist and palm collided, a muffled thud rang out, followed almost at once by a sharp crack.
Zhou Feng, who had been brimming with confidence, let out a scream and flew backward, crashing into the crowd from Class 1.
His punching arm hung completely limp. It was clearly broken.
A wave of gasps rose from the students.
The force of Lu Chong's palm seemed different from the Monument-Splitting Palm they knew.
It was the same Monument-Splitting Palm, and he hadn't even made a show of it. So why was it so powerful?
Among the students from Class 1, Xiang Yueya looked at Lu Chong, who stood there completely at ease, unable to believe her own judgment.
In the stands, the Old Principal finally lifted his head and set down his teacup. With a smile, he said, "Now this is interesting."
"Wang Tong, you never told me the boy had perfected his Monument-Splitting Palm."
Wang Tong was just as stunned. He hadn't known either. When had this happened?
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