Under the Gaze of the Masses, Defeat the Enemy in One Move

Name: Lu Chong

Level: Martial Disciple Fifth Stage (13%)

Martial Skills: Nine-Shadow Step (Perfection)

Monument-Splitting Palm (Perfection)

Wind Splitting Leg (Minor Accomplishment, 32%)

Lu Chong glanced at his data. Hmm, Wind Splitting Leg should reach Major Accomplishment by tonight.

I need to hurry and find more martial skills, otherwise, I'm just wasting my automatic cultivation cheat. Lu Chong realized this even more clearly now.

Therefore, he really needed to put on a good performance during this sparring match between the two classes so he could apply 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 contenders of Class 1 without the slightest bit of the timidity shown by the other students.

"Come on!" Sun Ze let out a tiger-like roar, as if to psych himself up.

Zhao Longfei gave a disdainful huff. He looked at the students from his own side who were prepared to fight and called out, "Zhou Feng, you go. If you can't win within ten moves, you'll be sparring with me during today's practical class."

A lean, wiry boy immediately stepped out from Class 1 and said with a fawning smile to Zhao Longfei, "Don't worry, Monitor. Five moves will be enough. If I can't do it, I'll go back and do extra training myself."

As he spoke, Zhou Feng completely ignored his opponent, Sun Ze, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Once the two stood facing each other, Zhou Feng said brashly to Sun Ze, "Sun Ze, it seems you've forgotten the pain once the wound healed. You actually dare to stand out and challenge our Class 1?"

Sun Ze had clearly suffered at Zhou Feng's hands before, but facing him now, he was completely unafraid. "If you want to fight, then fight. Who's afraid of whom? At worst, I'll just go lie in the infirmary for another day."

"Well said!"

The students of Class 5 behind him burst into cheers, seemingly invigorated by Sun Ze's spirit.

Lu Chong had to admit that although Sun Ze was eccentric and overbearing, he was truly brave when facing a challenge.

If today counted, he would have been lying in the infirmary for three days in a row.

"Please!"

Zhou Feng across from him dropped his smile, cupped his fists at Sun Ze, and then struck first.

That's the Nine-Shadow Step at Major Accomplishment, Lu Chong noted at a glance.

And the Monument-Splitting Palm at Major Accomplishment. It should be about the same level as Sun Ze's.

Monument-Splitting Palm and Nine-Shadow Step were the mandatory basic martial skills for the vast majority of high school students, so they were very common.

Sun Ze also used his Major Accomplishment Monument-Splitting Palm and Nine-Shadow Step, clashing fiercely with Zhou Feng.

The two exchanged three moves in the blink of an eye. Although Sun Ze was slightly at a disadvantage, he could at least hold on for a while longer.

But just then, Zhou Feng suddenly changed his technique. His original pushing palm abruptly transformed into a heavy, striking fist.

Moreover, the trajectory of this punch was bizarre; it cleverly bypassed Sun Ze's palm wind and landed heavily on his chest, sending Sun Ze flying back three meters.

The surrounding students even faintly heard the sound of ribs cracking. Zhou Feng's punch was truly heavy, leaving Sun Ze with no strength to fight back.

That's another fist technique at Major Accomplishment, Lu Chong could only conclude. As for exactly what kind of fist technique it was, his current knowledge wasn't enough to tell.

"Four moves." Zhou Feng blew on his fist triumphantly and called out easily.

"Take Sun Ze to the infirmary." Some Class 5 students stepped forward to support Sun Ze.

"I'm not going. I'll go after you guys finish fighting," Sun Ze said stubbornly, forcing himself to stand up.

At this moment, Zhou Feng looked at the other fighters from Class 1 again. "Who's next?"

Another Martial Disciple Fifth Stage student from Class 5 stepped out, cupped his fists, and took the initiative to attack Zhou Feng.

Unfortunately, this student's strength was even lower than Sun Ze's, and after three moves, he was knocked down by an unexpected punch from Zhou Feng.

The third student was the same; none of them were a match for Zhou Feng.

"You guys are really weak. Is there no one in your class who can actually fight?" Zhou Feng scanned the Class 5 students with increasing smugness.

The bit of morale that Class 5 had just gathered dissipated instantly. There was no helping it; the gap in strength was too vast.

The other side had only sent out one person, yet they had defeated three of theirs, and none of the fights had exceeded five moves.

On the viewing platform, the Old Principal looked a bit drowsy. Class 1's Head Teacher, Li Chengjun, feigned reproach, saying, "Zhou Feng, that kid, is too ruthless. He doesn't even know how to save face for the Class 5 students."

"Sigh, it is my poor teaching. I will make him apologize to his classmates when we go back."

Wang Tong raised his eyelids, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't speak, simply continuing to refill the Old Principal's tea in silence.

Lu Chong hasn't even stepped onto the field yet, you old man better not fall asleep.

On the playground, there was a buzz of discussion. The students from various classes watching the match could all see that the gap between Class 5 and Class 1 was too large; they were simply no match.

This sparring match really had no suspense.

Lou Qingqing prepared to step onto the field, her expression looking somewhat grim. Her strength was about the same as Sun Ze's, and she had no confidence in defeating Zhou Feng.

Just then, Lu Chong walked up and blocked Lou Qingqing's path. "Let me go first. You can be the final backup."

It wasn't that Lu Chong was being chivalrous, but rather that the kid across from them was too ruthless. If he ended up breaking his employer, he wouldn't have any money to earn tonight.

"You're Lu Chong?" Zhou Feng became interested, and even the Class 1 students behind him looked over.

They took the initiative to challenge Class 5 this time not only to establish their authority in front of the ordinary classes but also to pick a fight with Lu Chong.

Word was that this kid was arrogant enough to reject the Head Teacher's invitation and willingly remain in an ordinary class; wasn't that looking down on them?

Lu Chong calmly cupped his fists. "It is me. Please!"

"Good!" Zhou Feng said, looking slightly agitated. "Still five moves. If you can still stand after five moves, I'll count it as my loss."

Lu Chong smiled, then stepped into the Nine-Shadow Step, leaving a trail of afterimages behind as he pushed a palm toward Zhou Feng's chest.

"You're just as weak as the others." Zhou Feng snorted in disdain, throwing a heavy punch, intending to take Lu Chong down.

Although his Iron Wire Fist was also Low-grade, it held a certain restraining effect against the Monument-Splitting Palm, and since he had reached a level approaching Microscopic, he had been invincible in his previous battles.

Facing what looked like Lu Chong's unremarkable Monument-Splitting Palm, Zhou Feng didn't expect any surprises.

Bang!

As fist and palm collided, a dull thud rang out, followed almost simultaneously by a crisp cracking sound.

The once-confident Zhou Feng let out a miserable scream, flying backward and crashing directly into the crowd from Class 1.

Looking at the arm he had just punched with, it hung completely limp; it was clearly broken.

A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd of students.

The power of Lu Chong's palm seemed somewhat different from the Monument-Splitting Palm they were familiar with.

It was the same Monument-Splitting Palm, and it hadn't even shown any flair, so why did it have such immense power?

Within the crowd of Class 1, Xiang Yueya's gaze rested on the composed Lu Chong, finding it hard to believe her own judgment.

Up on the viewing platform, the Old Principal finally looked up, set down his teacup, and said with a smile, "This is getting interesting."

"Wang Tong, you didn't tell me this child's Monument-Splitting Palm had already reached Perfection."

Wang Tong was currently dazed as well, because he hadn't known either; when did this happen?