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There were many students on the second floor of the training building.
Wang Teng scanned his surroundings, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw a familiar figure.
It was that agile fatty!
At this moment, just like the last time, he was sprinting on the running track.
So, the fatty had also become an intermediate stage martial disciple. No wonder Wang Teng didn't see him yesterday on the first floor. He had come to the second floor.
"Fatty, good morning!"
Wang Teng greeted the other party as though he was an old friend.
The fatty turned around when he heard the voice. His expression then instantly changed. "Why is it this fellow!"
He pretended to ignore Wang Teng and didn't reply to him. Instead, he started running faster.
Wang Teng watched him run like a madman. This fellow didn't know that he was dropping attributes behind him. But it made Wang Teng elated.
He executed his Basic Footwork and followed behind the fatty, picking up the attributes along the way.
Speed*6
Speed*7
Basic Footwork*3
Speed*6
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After becoming an intermediate stage martial disciple, the fatty's dropping even more attributes. So, the more powerful you are, the more attribute bubbles you drop?
Wang Teng thought to himself.
In that case, he would definitely be able to pick up more attributes on the second floor. After all, everyone here was an intermediate stage martial disciple.
He believed that it wouldn't take long for him to break through and become an advanced stage martial disciple. He would be one step closer to becoming an official martial warrior then.
"Why are you following me so closely like a medicinal plaster? Is there an end to this?"
The indignant voice of the fatty in front pulled Wang Teng out of his deep thoughts.
"Haha, where's the fun in training alone? Why don't we have a competition? Let's see who can run ten rounds in the shortest time. What do you think? Do you want to compete?" asked Wang Teng.
The fatty wanted to reject him. But, he had a sudden thought, so he replied, "If you lose, you will stay away from me and let me train alone."
"Okay!"
Wang Teng agreed and continued, "What if you lose?"
"What a joke! How can I lose!" The fatty scoffed.
"Confidence is a good thing. However, since you raised a bet, I have mine too. Competition must be fair, right?" Wang Teng said.
"What do you want?" The fatty frowned and asked.
"Very simple. If you lose, you will sing this song 'Zhen Fu' (which means conquer in Chinese). What do you think?" Wang Teng asked.
"Alright. As long as you win, I can sing anything for you. Don't talk about one 'Zhen Fu'. I can sing ten songs for you." The fatty patted his chest and agreed.
Wang Teng sniggered in his heart. Ten songs? You would definitely be crying later.
"There's a timer at the side. Let me find someone to help us check the time."
The fatty walked to one side after he finished speaking and spoke a few sentences to a student who was training. He asked the student for help.
The student nodded and followed the fatty to the side of the running track.
"Both of you can prepare first. When I shout 'start', you will start running," the student standing beside the timer said.
The two participants nodded.
The fatty started preparing for the sprint. He shook his legs to relax his muscles, but in the end, only his fat shuddered violently.
The other students also gathered around the running track when they saw two students having a competition.
However, they couldn't help but laugh upon seeing the fatty's fats shaking.
"This fatty went to learn footwork and speed even though he is so fat. I wonder what he's thinking."
"But, honestly speaking, he does have some ability. He's faster than a rabbit when he runs."
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Upon hearing the discussions from the side, the fatty felt pleased with himself. He gave Wang Teng a provocative look and stood up straight without moving. He didn't even get into the starting position.
Wang Teng smiled. He copied his actions, standing still on the spot. At the same time, he asked casually, "Fatty, what's your name?"
"My name is Wu Liang!" The fatty pointed to his nose and said, "You must remember it in case you don't even know who you lost to."
After he finished, he continued asking, "What about you?"
"Wang Teng. Remember to sing 'Zhen Fu' after you lose!" Wang Teng smiled and said.
"Tsk!" Wu Liang rolled his eyes in contempt.