Chapter 11: Walking Fatty

Chapter 11: Walking the Fatty~

On the second floor of the training building, there were quite a few students training as well.

Wang Teng swept his gaze across the room, and his eyes suddenly brightened when he spotted a familiar figure.

An agile fatty!

He was currently sprinting wildly on the track.

The guy had actually advanced to an intermediate martial apprentice. No wonder he hadn't seen him on the first floor all day yesterday; it turned out he had come to the second floor.

"Fatty, morning!"

Wang Teng greeted him as if he were an old acquaintance.

Hearing the voice, the fatty turned his head, and his expression changed instantly: "Why is it this guy!"

He pretended not to see Wang Teng, didn't say a word in return, and ran even faster.

Wang Teng watched as the guy ran, completely unaware that attribute bubbles were dropping from behind his backside, and he felt quite amused.

He utilized his basic movement technique, following behind the fatty while running and picking up attributes.

【Speed*6】

【Speed*7】

【Basic Movement Technique*3】

【Speed*6】

……

"After advancing to an intermediate martial apprentice, this fatty drops even more attribute points. That means the higher the strength, the more attribute points dropped."

Wang Teng pondered to himself.

If that was the case, then the attributes picked up on the second floor would definitely be more than on the first floor!

After all, everyone here was an intermediate martial apprentice.

With this, he believed it wouldn't be long before he could advance to an advanced martial apprentice, taking him one step closer to becoming an official martial artist.

"Why are you like a piece of dog-skin plaster, always sticking to me? Are you ever going to finish?"

The fatty's angry voice from the front pulled Wang Teng out of his thoughts.

"Hehe, what's the fun in training alone? How about we have a race? Ten laps, see who takes less time. How about it? You in?" Wang Teng said.

The fatty was about to refuse, but his eyes rolled, and he said, "If you lose, stay away from me and let me train alone."

"Deal!"

Wang Teng agreed, then added, "What if you lose?"

"What a joke, how could I possibly lose!" the fatty said disdainfully.

"Confidence is a good thing, but since you set a condition, I naturally have a request too. A competition is all about fairness, don't you think?" Wang Teng said.

"Then what do you want?" the fatty asked, frowning.

"It's simple. If you lose, you sing 'Conquer' in front of everyone. How about that?" Wang Teng said.

"Fine! As long as you can win, I'll sing anything. Forget one 'Conquer', singing ten is no problem." The fatty patted his chest and agreed.

Wang Teng chuckled inwardly—ten? You'll be crying soon enough.

"There's a timer over there. I'll go find someone to help us time it."

As the fatty said this, he walked to the side and spoke a few words to a student who was training, asking them to help with the timing.

The student nodded and followed the fatty to the edge of the track.

"Get ready, you two. I'll shout 'start', and then you can run," the student said, standing by the timer.

The two nodded.

The fatty began to prepare, shaking his legs to relax his muscles.

As a result, his fat wobbled uncontrollably.

The other students saw that the two were going to compete and gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Seeing the fatty's wobbling flesh, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"This fatty, to be this fat and still learn movement techniques and train speed, I wonder what he's thinking?"

"But you really can't say that; this fatty has some skill. He runs faster than a rabbit."

……

Listening to the discussions from the side, the fatty couldn't help but show a look of pride.

He glanced provocatively at Wang Teng, standing straight in place without even taking a starting stance.

Wang Teng smiled, also standing still, and asked casually, "Fatty, what's your name?"

"My name is Wu Liang!" the fatty said, pointing at his own nose.

"Remember this name well, so you don't know who you lost to later."

After saying that, he asked, "What about you?"

"Wang Teng. Remember to sing 'Conquer' when you lose!" Wang Teng laughed.

"Tch!" Wu Liang rolled his eyes in disdain.

A loud shout suddenly came from the side.

"Ready... Go!"

Although Wang Teng and the fatty were talking, the moment the sound rang out, they both bolted forward.

The people nearby had their expressions change slightly.

Both of them were very fast, rushing dozens of meters away in an instant.

They maintained high-speed running, not saving energy for a final sprint just because it was ten laps.

Because this was a timed run, it was all about the time.

Besides, martial artists had plenty of stamina; ten laps was just a small matter.

Don't look at Wu Liang as being very fat; he didn't run slowly at all. On the contrary, his speed even exceeded everyone present.

There were very few people who had truly practiced movement techniques and speed to his level.

That was why the onlookers had been so shocked just now.

He truly is a fatty like the wind.

Many people sighed in their hearts.

And when they looked at Wang Teng, the expressions on their faces were also extremely surprised.

They already knew about the fatty, so even if they were surprised, they could accept it quickly. But Wang Teng was a new face; he was likely someone who had just become an intermediate martial apprentice.

Yet, this newly promoted intermediate martial apprentice could actually keep pace with Wu Liang—it was quite remarkable.

Wait, Wu Liang also seemed to have just become an intermediate martial apprentice!

He had only come to the second floor yesterday.

In that case, both of these guys were fresh newcomers!

Are the newcomers these days so fierce?

Are they not going to leave any room for the veterans like them?

The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the old waves die on the beach.

A sense of desolation suddenly permeated among the few intermediate martial apprentices.

"This newcomer is still a bit worse than Wu Liang," someone commented.

"Hard to say. Although he's been trailing, he's been hanging tightly behind the fatty. Haven't you noticed? The distance he's trailing by has never exceeded twenty meters."

"Eh, you're right! I didn't even notice!"

Those few people looked at Wang Teng in the back with surprise. Upon closer inspection, he didn't look strained at all.

Wang Teng really wasn't using his full strength. Trailing behind Wu Liang was mainly to pick up attributes.

Moreover, this competition itself was meant to make Wu Liang drop more attributes.

He had almost figured out some ways to use his "cheat."

To make these "mobs" drop more attributes, you had to make them train harder, or...

Beat them directly! The harder you hit, the more they might drop!

He had gotten this inspiration from the gloomy youth last night, though it still needed verification.

After all, he couldn't just find anyone to beat up.

In order to shake off Wang Teng, Wu Liang ran exceptionally hard during this competition, and the attributes he dropped were indeed very numerous—he was dropping them almost the entire way.

【Basic Movement Technique*2】

【Speed*5】

【Speed*6】

【Basic Movement Technique*4】

【Speed*7】

……

Wang Teng felt like he was playing Temple Run; each attribute bubble was like a gold coin.

He seemed to hear the ding-ding-dang-dang notification sounds in his ears.

As he ran and picked up attributes, his own stats kept increasing. Not only did he not feel tired, but he felt increasingly energetic.

This was his reliance for daring to compete with the fatty.

He was cheating, after all; it would be too embarrassing if he lost.

The onlookers saw a hint of a smile on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and their expressions suddenly turned strange.

This guy was completely walking a dog... no, walking a fatty!

The only thing missing was a leash.

Wu Liang didn't notice anything unusual at all. Seeing Wang Teng trailing behind him, he turned back and laughed loudly: "Little guy, I told you long ago you weren't my match. You just had to ask for a beating!"

*Whoosh~*

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed past him.

The smile on the fatty's face stiffened instantly.

His eyes widened, his mouth hung open, and it took him a long time to spit out one word.

"Damn!"