Chapter 211: Qian Zhengming
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hehe, my grandson is a genius, of course. Ji Hanwu looked at Gao Peng and smiled without saying a word.
Heading into the night, Gao Peng began to train his familiars.
At the center of the training ground, Dumby and Goldie were preparing to battle. Perhaps because of its nutritious diet, Goldie’s level had successfully risen to thirteen.
Covered in yellow feathers, Goldie slowly made its way to the center of the grounds and removed its yellow feather jacket, revealing chalky white skin and lumps of bulging, well-toned muscles. The blue patterns on its skin flowed with color as though it were coming to life. With a gentle flap of its wings, its muscles and bones made a powerful sound.
Goldie took in a deep breath, and then out of nowhere, took out a wooden necklace and placed it around its neck.
“Wait, where did that necklace come from?” Gao Peng said suddenly. There was something wrong with this scene.
“It was me. I thought Goldie’s temperament wasn’t bad, and it would probably look good wearing a necklace, so I gave it one. The little duck seems to like it,” said Ji Hanwu from the side, chuckling.
Goldie waddled one step forward, stretching its left wing out. The tip of its wing was curved gently upwards.
Its right wing stretched out diagonally behind it. Its body hunched slightly, and it furrowed its brows as it looked towards Dumby with a serious expression.
Really serious!
“Quack!” Goldie’s duck muscles rippled as it planted its right foot into the ground. In the next moment, it turned into a mini white tornado, rushing towards Dumby.
With a leap into the air, after turning 720 degrees, Goldie clenched its right wing and sent it crashing down on Dumby!
Slap! Dumby casually swatted Goldie away with a palm.
Goldie flew back at an even faster speed.
Goldie’s natural ability, Gui Power, only had a certain probability of being triggered, and it wasn’t something with a 100% success rate. This time, it clearly hadn’t been triggered.
Not willing to yield, Goldie crawled back to its feet and rushed at Dumby again in an angry waddle. Once more, it was sent flying into the air with a single kick from Dumby.
During this whole process, Dumby didn’t use too much strength, just enough to send Goldie flying.
After this kick, Goldie’s ability was finally activated. With a flash of purple light, Goldie’s body grew a bit in size.
From the start, Dumby was holding back, or else a full strength punch could very well have sent Goldie to its grave.
As such, after more than ten minutes of battling, Goldie’s height slowly approached Dumby’s. Goldie’s toughness and strength had exploded by quite a bit, allowing it to manage to last a few rounds against Dumby.
Gao Peng silently shook his head. Goldie’s level was currently too low. Against an enemy that was way stronger, Goldie would be finished before getting a chance to activate its abilities. Other monsters wouldn’t hold back like Dumby.
If in the future, Goldie’s abilities were used more and more often, others would become familiar with this ability and find countermeasures.
Of course, this was just because Goldie’s level was too low, so it was easy for higher level monsters to thoroughly crush it.
After half an hour, Goldie’s body size had ballooned to over 25 feet tall. Gao Peng then realized that this increase in body size wasn’t based on a ratio of its current body size, but rather a continuous, fixed increase based on the first increase in body size.
For instance, if the first activation of the ability allowed Goldie to increase its initial body size by one unit, the second activation would cause an increase in body size by one unit as well, and it would be the same for the third activation, as well.
This was an arithmetic progression, not a exponential progression, which made sense. Without any limits to its growth, this ability would be too much.
In the end, Goldie actually rather enjoyed the battle. It had never grown this big before. The 30-foot-tall Goldie curiously looked down at the world beneath its feet. “Quack!” This world is so fascinating! As long as I keep getting hit, the world keeps getting smaller and smaller!
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The next day at class, Gao Peng walked hurriedly into the classroom. Although the lecturer wasn’t there yet, the classroom was almost full. This lecturer’s class was extremely popular.
Gao Peng looked upset. This was an elective that he liked very much. He couldn’t have been so unlucky that there were no seats left, right?
Gao Peng scanned the classroom and finally found an empty seat towards the back of the class on the left and went to take a seat.
Just as he sat down, without even having the time to warm the seat, someone next to him said coldly, “There’s already someone sitting there, go find another seat.”
Already someone there?
Gao Peng looked down at the seat, but it was empty. There were no books or anything of that sort that belonged to anyone.
After a moment’s thought, Gao Peng got up.
Seeing that Gao Peng had obediently gotten to his feet, the person smiled.
Gao Peng stared at the empty seat, then shouted at it, “Get lost!”
With that, he planted his bottom down again and smiled to the boy in red, “Okay, there’s no one there now.”
The boy in the red shirt clenched his fists as his face turned pale. He felt the stares of those around him, laughing at him. Qian Zhengming had never felt this way before. He turned and glared at Gao Peng. “You little rascal, are you playing with me?”
Gao Peng chuckled. “First come, first served. There’s no such thing as saving a seat for someone. You can’t blame anyone else for being too late. If you really want to play the good guy, you can give up your own seat when your friend comes.”
“!@#*%, I’ll kill you!” That person had quite the temper, immediately roaring back.
The commotion was rather loud, and quite a number of people in the classroom had heard him clearly. Even the lecturer who had just arrived couldn’t help but look over.
With the attention of so many people, this red shirt boy seemed to grow confident. “I’ll give you three seconds. Scram, or I’ll make sure you won’t survive in this school.”
At this point, Qian Zhengming simply felt like he was a mighty deity, looking down at a meager existence with a death wish.
“That guy in the red shirt is Qian Zhengming, right?” whispered someone in the classroom.
“His family is from Jingnan, aren’t they? I heard his family is rather powerful there.”
But at the same time, those who had heard other rumors wore strange expressions on their faces. They somehow knew that Gao Peng also had quite the background, as the grandson of an important figure.
Normally, Gao Peng was very low-key within the school, so most didn’t know of his identity. But even the few that did would definitely not casually speak of it.
“Why won’t you listen when people speak to you nicely? Give me three seconds, eh?” Gao Peng smiled coldly, got up, grabbed Qian Zhengming by his hair, and dragged him towards the exit.
“Let go, let go of me!” Qian Zhengming cried as he was dragged out of the classroom. Gao Peng’s large hands had an iron-like grip on his head.
Just like that, Gao Peng led Qian Zhengming out of the back door. Just as they were about to leave, Gao Peng turned and looked back. With a smile, he said to the lecturer at the podium, “Please go ahead with your class, sir.”
With the energy that had been fed back to him from Stripey, Dumby, Da Zi, and the rest of his familiars, Gao Peng’s physical strength wasn’t something that Qian Zhengming could compete with.
Like he was dragging a dog on a leash, Gao Peng dragged Qian Zhengming all the way to the toilet.
Inside, Gao Peng threw Qian Zhengming on the floor and stepped on his chest with his right foot so that he couldn’t move. Gao Peng bent down and tossed his phone at Qian Zhengming’s face. Then Gao Peng said coldly, “I won’t have you saying that I, Gao Peng, bullied you. The phone is here. Call everyone that you know right now.”