Chapter 12: Fighting Maniac

Wu Liang looked depressed.

"Aren't you being too underhanded? So you were holding back your strength the whole time and only unleashed it at the end, making me happy for nothing!"

Wang Teng chuckled and said, "Who was the one acting so confident at the start?"

"Besides, I was just trying to save you some face, so I let you lead for a while before catching up at the end."

"Heh~ I believe that, you old rascal, you're really quite wicked!" Wu Liang sneered.

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How did I become an old rascal??

"Alright, alright, if you're afraid to admit defeat, just say so, and I won't make you fulfill the bet," Wang Teng said, speechless.

"Who's afraid to admit it? It's just singing 'Conquer,' isn't it? What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Liang said, stiffening his neck.

"Then sing it! I've been waiting until the flowers withered." Wang Teng squinted at him.

Wu Liang suddenly looked as if he had swallowed a fly, his chubby face shifting through various expressions.

On one hand, he couldn't let go of his pride and couldn't bring himself to sing; on the other, he didn't want people to say he was a sore loser.

His entire face could be summed up in two words—conflicted!

However, he eventually resigned himself to his fate. With a deflated sigh, he sang in a barely audible voice: "Just like this, conquered by you..."

"I can't hear you!" Wang Teng cupped his hand to his ear, pretending he couldn't hear.

Wu Liang was furious. He took a deep breath and howled

"Just like this, conquered by you..."

"Hahaha!"

The people around couldn't help but burst into laughter. This fatty was completely tone-deaf!

But it was truly pitiful!

Singing "Conquer" in front of so many people was practically a stain on his life.

This Wang Teng was also quite dark-hearted; to think he would mess with someone like this.

Wang Teng held back his laughter and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, stop singing. Your voice is going to scare the children!"

"..." Wu Liang: "Don't stop, I still have ten more songs to sing!"

"..." Now it was Wang Teng's turn to be speechless.

This fatty is a bit shameless!

"Just like this, conquered by you..." Seeing Wang Teng's depressed expression, Wu Liang became even more enthusiastic.

"Get lost!"

Wang Teng quickly ran away. Damn, this voice is too toxic!

Although this fatty was kind of fun, he was genuinely a bit shameless.

Besides, too much of a good thing is bad; he could play with him slowly later.

Judging by his age, he was about the same as him, and he was already an intermediate martial apprentice, which meant his talent was likely quite good.

He might even become a martial artist in the future.

Such a promising fat sheep could be a long-term target for "wool-gathering"!

The onlookers were also scared off. They discussed it for a while in the distance, and while they were amazed, it also stirred up their competitive spirit, and they threw themselves into even harder training.

A number of attribute bubbles had already dropped on the second-floor training ground.

Wang Teng walked over, picked them up one by one, and exchanged greetings with them.

【Speed*6】

【Strength*7】

【Basic Fist Technique*3】

【Strength*5】

【Basic Blade Technique*6】

……

Another wave of attributes surged. He stopped in front of a student who was practicing punches and stood there observing for a moment.

When the other person finished practicing and stopped to rest, Wang Teng stepped forward and said, "Brother, how about we spar a few rounds?"

The other person looked a bit older than Wang Teng, probably in his early twenties.

Hearing Wang Teng's words, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Your name is Wang Teng, right? I'm Zhang Shaoyang."

"I just finished watching your match with Wu Liang, and I'm a bit interested in you. Since you've brought it up, let's spar."

"Brother Zhang, please!"

The two stood in an open space, keeping their distance. Wang Teng made a gesture of invitation.

"Then I won't be polite!"

Zhang Shaoyang clenched his fists, stomped his feet, and charged toward Wang Teng first.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The two immediately engaged in battle. Wang Teng didn't use any other combat techniques, relying entirely on his footwork and fist techniques to circle Zhang Shaoyang.

The two traded blows, very violent and wild.

Even when they landed hits, they were solid punches landing directly on the body.

Zhang Shaoyang was somewhat surprised. He was a muscular guy, the type who looked like he would fight head-on.

Wang Teng, on the other hand, was wearing loose sportswear, his muscles not visible; from the outside, he looked like an ordinary teenager.

But he didn't expect that when they actually started fighting, he would be so explosive.

It didn't feel out of place at all!

Furthermore, Wang Teng's strength also surprised him. He had previously thought Wang Teng only had good footwork and speed, but now it seemed he had to retract that assumption.

Wang Teng's fist technique was no weaker than his own.

"This guy, he seems like a genius!" Zhang Shaoyang thought to himself.

The two were well-matched, and for a while, they fought back and forth, neither losing to the other.

"Zhang Shaoyang's Basic Fist Technique must have reached the Great Completion stage, right? They've been fighting for so long, and Wang Teng actually isn't falling behind."

The students in the distance hadn't thought much of Wang Teng initially. Seeing him challenge Zhang Shaoyang, they hadn't paid much attention, thinking it would be over in two or three punches.

However, the reality was unexpected; the two had been fighting for a long time, and there was still no winner.

"Could it be that Zhang Shaoyang isn't using his full strength?" someone asked suspiciously.

"Are you stupid? Look at Zhang Shaoyang; does it look like he's holding back?" the person next to him said, speechless.

……

"Stop, stop!"

Taking advantage of the moment after they traded blows and both retreated, Zhang Shaoyang quickly waved his hand.

"Why stop?" Wang Teng was still enjoying it.

"Our fist techniques are evenly matched. If we keep fighting, we won't be able to decide a winner, and it will consume too much energy, which will affect my training for the rest of the day," Zhang Shaoyang said.

"Besides, you haven't used the footwork you used against Wu Liang. Otherwise, I would have lost long ago."

"Fair enough, let's stop here! We'll spar again if there's a chance," Wang Teng said.

"Good, I've gained a lot from sparring with you!" Zhang Shaoyang nodded.

Wang Teng walked to the side to rest and recover his strength, while counting the gains from this spar.

【Basic Fist Technique*23】

【Strength*45】

Everything was just as he had guessed: fighting monsters drops attributes, and the harder the fight, the more that drops. Especially for things like Basic Fist Technique, if he just let them train on their own, they wouldn't drop this much.

"So this really is the correct way to use the golden finger!"

Wang Teng wandered around the training ground, slowly recovering his strength and picking up all the attributes that had just dropped.

Half an hour later, he had mostly recovered.

He then took a sword from the weapon room and walked up to a student practicing swordsmanship: "Brother, I wonder if you have time to give me some pointers on my swordsmanship!"

"Sure!" The other person was very straightforward and agreed.

By this time, there were more and more students in the training ground, but only those who had arrived early knew about the two previous matches.

"That Wang Teng is looking for people to spar with again. This time it's actually swordsmanship!"

A student who had just arrived asked in confusion: "What's going on? This student looks a bit unfamiliar, is he new?"

A student immediately explained it to him.

Over there, Wang Teng and the other student had already started fighting, their longswords clashing and sending out sparks.

Swordsmanship sparring was naturally much more dangerous, but both had a sense of proportion and wouldn't actually hurt each other.

The spar ended, and Wang Teng harvested another wave of attributes before resting on the side.

【Basic Sword Technique*26】

【Strength*30】

……

An hour later, Wang Teng approached a student practicing with a blade, cupped his hands and said: "Brother, my big blade is already thirsty and impatient, let's have a spar."

"Good, my big blade has also been unable to hold back!"

The two had serious expressions, and sparks seemed to fly from their eyes as they stared at each other, *crackle, crackle~*

……

The surrounding students were already numb.

Wu Liang was one of them. Looking at the people Wang Teng was targeting, he suddenly felt some sympathy.

This Wang Teng was simply a "sparring maniac." He knew every combat technique, and he could fight everyone to a draw...

He must be a monster!

(End of chapter)