Chapter 4: The More I Think, the Angrier I Get

836!

"My test a month ago was 732 jin, and each month my strength increases by at most about 40–45 jin."

"That means the blood-and-qi baby added over 60 jin of strength for me in one night."

"One night equals a month of hard cultivation for me!"

"This is way exaggerated, right?"

Xu Wei clenched his fist.

He was very excited!

He had considered that the blood-and-qi baby's cultivation efficiency was high.

After all, the method knows the method better.

But he never imagined the blood-and-qi baby's cultivation efficiency could be this high.

One night is equivalent to a month for him!

This is downright absurd, like his mother opened the door to absurdity.

It's absurd to the extreme.

"One night can add over 60 jin of Fist Strength."

"That means in at most two days my Fist Strength could reach the First-tier Line."

"If my combat talent isn't as weak as my cultivation."

"The probability of entering Martial Arts University is high."

"If I really get into Martial Arts University, my parents and Qingqing can all live a good life."

Thinking of that, Xu Wei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Dad, Mom, and Qingqing have given him too much.

His greatest dream in this life is to make them live a good life.

It was just that his ability was insufficient before, and he saw no hope at all.

But!

Now it's different!

One night can add over 60 jin of Fist Strength.

How much can increase in a day? One hundred jin? Two hundred jin? The Martial Arts College Entrance Exam is still two months away!

Don't even say One Thousand Jin; Two Thousand Jin isn't a problem!

Xu Wei was getting excited.

Gurgle.

His stomach, uncooperative as always, started growling again.

His face darkened involuntarily.

"Of course, the premise is that I don't get sucked to death by the blood-and-qi baby."

…Arriving at the classroom with a mix of excitement and frustration.

Since Teacher Liu Yue hadn't arrived yet, everyone gathered in small groups to chat.

Xu Wei sat at his seat and waited for a while.

Carrying a bun in her hand, the fierce homeroom teacher Liu Yue walked in.

"Class, today is the once-a-month Monthly Exam."

"We won't waste words, let's start directly."

Liu Yue is a very strict and decisive woman; everyone is used to it. She signaled a few boys to go to the equipment storage and bring in a mobile Punch Power Tester.

The Monthly Exam officially began.

"Zhao Wei"

Liu Yue called the name.

A handsome boy sitting at the front stood up and walked to the tester.

He first smiled at Liu Yue, nodded, then took a deep breath, and suddenly thrust out a punch.

Bang!

The tester shook for a moment.

Beep beep beep.

2285!

Wow!

When the number appeared.

Zhao Wei immediately followed with two more punches.

The numbers were 2290 and 2291 respectively.

The Monthly Exam decides the winner with three punches, then takes the middle value as the basis.

When these numbers came out.

The whole classroom erupted in amazement.

"Zhao Wei is still awesome, his last test was only 2180, right? After a month it jumped 110 jin of Fist Strength! That's damn absurd."

"Isn't that just nonsense? Zhao Wei is officially recognized by the state as an elite! At seventeen he's already a Martial Artist."

"Damn, Zhao Wei used to be just like me, didn't expect him to turn into an elite in second year of high school; I can't accept that."

"Seventeen years old, that's a Martial Artist."

"Damn it, Zhao Wei was clearly just like me before; I didn't expect that in the second year of high school he would suddenly turn into an elite. I can't accept it."

Sigh, what's the point of not being able to accept it? Though everyone began practicing Martial Dao in middle school, the three years of high school widen the gap!

Accept your fate.

Some people are envious, and some are jealous.

Training in Martial Dao starts in middle school, but back then everyone's bodies were still developing and laying the foundation.

The differences between them were not large.

But once high school arrives, it's a different story.

Just like height.

Some grow several centimeters in a month, while others can't gain even a centimeter in several months.

Fist Strength is the same.

Zhao Wei began exerting force in his second year of high school, and for twelve consecutive months his strength increased by over 100 Pounds, being recognized by the state as elite.

Alright!

Quiet, classmate Zhao Wei has worked hard; his Fist Strength increased by over 100 Pounds, meeting the state's requirement, and can receive a medium reward of ten Red Blood Pills.

Liu Yue spoke calmly and issued the reward directly.

The Monthly Exam was set up by the state to encourage progress, so rewards are issued in real time.

Rewards are divided into primary, medium, and high tiers.

Primary: five Red Blood Pills.

Medium: ten Red Blood Pills.

High: twenty Red Blood Pills. Red Blood Pills are very common Qi and blood pills.

Such a reward is negligible for wealthy families.

But it is very important to a certain person!

"If Fist Strength increases by 100 Pounds, you can get ten Red Blood Pills; my Fist Strength just surpassed 100 Pounds."

"These ten Red Blood Pills should be enough for the Cultivation Baby to absorb for a few days."

Xu Wei was thinking.

Gulu—.

His stomach started growling again.

The test continued.

"Chen Long, Fist Strength increased by 45 Pounds."

"Xu Fang, Fist Strength increased by 61 Pounds."

"Wang Kai, Fist Strength increased by 44 Pounds."

"Zhao Kang, Fist Strength increased by 50 Pounds."

"..."

"Next up, Xu Wei."

After waiting for a long time, it was finally Xu Wei's turn.

He stood up.

He walked straight toward the podium.

While walking.

And...

Gulu…… a wave of dizziness and weakness struck.

That's Low Blood Sugar.

"Did you skip breakfast?"

Liu Yue glanced at Xu Wei and also noticed his condition was off.

"I ate, but not fully."

Xu Wei didn't know how to explain.

After all, he couldn't possibly say there was a blood‑sucking Cultivation Baby inside his body.

Liu Yue didn't press further, nodded, and signaled Xu Wei to begin the test.

Xu Wei dared not delay; any further delay, he feared, would cause the Cultivation Baby to make him faint.

He stood before the tester and slightly adjusted his breathing.

Then.

Bang!

A fierce punch flew out.

810!

When the two numbers appeared.

Immediately.

The whole classroom erupted!

"Did I see that right? Xu Wei's single punch landed at 810 Pounds!

? What was his last test result again?"

"I recall it being around 732 Pounds!

810‑732, hiss, his Fist Strength increased by 78 Pounds in a month!

That's insanely strong!"

"That can't be right, Xu Wei in senior year seemed to have failed every Monthly Exam all year; now his Fist Strength jumps by 78 Pounds? Did he take drugs?"

Everyone was shocked!

Only half of the class could increase Fist Strength by more than 50 pounds.

And even those who exceed, many still overshoot the mark.

A result of 78 pounds is definitely upper‑tier!

A brother who has never passed for ages suddenly became upper‑tier in an exam one day!

Can anyone not be shocked? Zhao Kang, who was drinking water, even sprayed his deskmate's face, okay? Compared with the classmates' amazement, Xu Wei was rather calm.

No.

Can't say calm.

He was even a bit dissatisfied.

After all.

His own Fist Strength test reached 833 pounds.

Now it's 810 pounds, a full gap of over 20 pounds—what's there to be shocked about? "It's a hassle, Low Blood Sugar makes my limbs a bit weak; otherwise hitting 830 would be no problem."

Xu Wei felt sore.

If Fist Strength increases by less than 100 pounds, one can only take five Red Blood Pills.

Above 100 pounds, one can take ten!

At 100 coins per Red Blood Pill, that's a full 500‑coin difference!

For a poor guy like him, lacking 500 coins isn't just sore—it's a real nuisance!

"Xu Wei, two more punches."

Liu Yue spoke.

Xu Wei hesitated briefly, adjusted his breathing, and delivered two fierce punches.

815.

818.

These two numbers, once out, sparked another round of exclamations.

Taking the middle value of the three punches, 815, means Xu Wei's Fist Strength increased by 83 pounds, a full 5 pounds higher than before!

Now not only the classmates were shocked, even Liu Yue's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.

Fist Strength fluctuates; after hitting 810, he could consider it Xu Wei's extraordinary performance.

But he didn't expect this kid to have each punch higher than the last.

What does this indicate? It shows this guy's Fist Strength really did increase a lot.

"Not bad, Fist Strength increased by 83 pounds in a month."

"If it can be maintained, there might be a sliver of hope for the Martial Artist exam two months later."

It was rare, Liu Yue offered encouragement, but she noticed Xu Wei's face was full of displeasure.

She couldn't help feeling puzzled.

This kid gets such a good result yet isn't happy? Others would be jumping for joy, right?

Speechless.

Silently venting inside, Liu Yue pulled out a Red Blood Pill and handed it to Xu Wei.

Gurgle.

Xu Wei, still gloomy, felt his stomach rumble again.

No time to waste on another five Red Blood Pills.

Taking the Red Blood Pill, Xu Wei turned to step down from the podium.

At this moment, Liu Yue grabbed him and handed over a bun: "You're at the age when Fist Strength grows fastest; skipping breakfast for any reason isn't allowed."

Xu Wei glanced at Liu Yue, then at the bun.

He originally intended to refuse.

But…

His stomach rumbled again.

And the bun was also too fragrant.

"Thank you, teacher."

Xu Wei took the bun and returned to his seat.

"Xu Wei, what's going on?"

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Kang behind him immediately spoke.

"What's the matter?"

Xu Wei ate the bun in big bites.

"Fist Strength!"

Your Fist Strength reached 815 pounds!

A full increase of 83 pounds!

You took a drug, huh?"

Zhao Kang was stunned!

83 pounds.

Another 17 pounds makes it a clean 100 pounds.

That's double his!

Is Xu Wei that impressive? "What drug are you taking? I call this a late bloomer."

"I said it!"

"I'm not only going to pass this Monthly Exam, in a few months I'll also aim for the First-tier Line."

"As a civil servant, I'll let dad, mom, and Qingqing all live good lives."

Xu Wei wolfed down his food while speaking.

Late bloomers really do happen in the Federation.

And that person was even a titled General!

He didn't take the college entrance exam.

It was only after the exam that his strength surged, and in just three months his strength reached a Breakthrough of one hundred thousand pounds!

Later, after many twists, he contributed to the nation's fight against the Earth God and was awarded the title "Legend!"

"Calling you fat, you're already panting; there are two months left until the exam, and your current Fist Strength is only 815 pounds."

"Even if you can maintain an 83‑pound gain each month, two months only give you 166 pounds."

"That's still not enough for the First-tier Line, let alone the combat exam."

Zhao Kang curled his lips.

It's not that he looks down on Xu Wei; he just thinks Xu Wei's idea is unreliable.

Of course.

If he knew Xu Wei increased his Fist Strength by over 60 pounds in a single night,

instead of over 80 pounds in a month, he definitely couldn't say that.

Xu Wei was too lazy to explain, swallowed the last bun, and under Zhao Kang's "looks at a lunatic" gaze, swallowed a Red Blood Pill!

One Red Blood Pill can make the blood boil for twenty‑four hours.

We're in class now, can't cultivate immediately; taking it would just be waste.

It even has a slight side effect of a few pounds.

"Now I feel much better."

Xu Wei patted his belly.

The feeling of fullness is really nice.

Just don't know how long one Red Blood Pill can sustain a Cultivation Baby's blood‑sucking.

It should last about a day, right? If so, five pills would be five days.

That way I can eat less rice.

Let Qingqing eat a bit more meat.

Grow a little taller.

Unfortunately I just had low blood sugar, otherwise… thinking back to just now I only output 815 pounds of Fist Strength.

Xu Wei got angry.

The more he thought, the angrier he got.

The angrier he got, the more he thought.

Just then.

At that moment, Liu Yue spoke up: "Qian Hou, Fist Strength increased by 47 pounds, everyone has measured, right? If not, raise your hand."

Five Red Blood Pills cost five hundred yuan.

That's enough for our family's food expenses for over ten days!

No reason not to take it!

Swoosh!

Under Zhao Kang's stunned gaze, Xu Wei stood up: "Teacher, I want to measure again."