He had only been venting his anger and forgot to hide his strength. Although Henry Clark took a solid beating, his actions were also noticed by the supervising teacher. Who knew what kind of trouble this might bring?

"Why were you fighting?" The supervising teacher was in a bad mood and spoke very sternly.

"Teacher, we weren't fighting, just sparring with each other. Look, we're both wearing gloves!" William Carter said with a grin, seemingly unaware of the bruises and swelling on his own face and head. That smile looked anything but pleasant. As he explained, he put his arm around Henry Clark's shoulder, pretending to be close. Of course, he also squeezed a few times with his arm, reminding Henry Clark not to give anything away.

Henry Clark knew he was in the wrong and also knew what would happen if the teacher caught them, so he could only play along with William Carter, forcing a laugh: "Yeah, teacher, we were just sparring." With the same bruised face, his smile was just as awkward.

The supervising teacher looked at William Carter, then at Henry Clark, back and forth a few times, before finally showing a slight smile: "Very well, sparring. Looks like there was no winner?"

"That's right, that's right!" William Carter and Henry Clark both nodded with forced smiles. "No winner, haha!"

"After just over a month of practicing the Strength Technique, you think you're something special?" Suddenly, the supervising teacher's tone grew harsher. "Going around provoking others, thinking you're so much better than those who just started Body Training? Hmm?" Henry Clark's face twisted, but he didn't dare talk back and could only lower his head and take the scolding.

"Arrogant and narrow-minded!" After giving them two idioms as an evaluation, the supervising teacher turned to William Carter: "And you, with continuous practice of the Basic Body Training Technique, within half a year you'll definitely be ahead of those practicing a first-level technique. I don't believe you don't understand this theory of continuity."

"Yes, yes!" William Carter didn't dare argue and could only nod.

"So you were deliberately bullying him?" With that accusation, William Carter quickly shook his head in denial: "No, teacher, it was just sparring!"

Chapter 7: Zhou Tian Breakthrough (Part 1)

William Carter understood what the teacher meant, but Henry Clark did not. Hearing the teacher say this, he regretted it so much he wished he could punch himself a few more times. If he had known the Basic Body Training Technique had such a good continuity effect, only a fool would have provoked William Carter. William Carter was clearly testing that theory, no wonder the usually indifferent William Carter agreed to a duel so readily.

However, what made William Carter happiest was that his actions hadn't made the supervising teacher suspicious. He had just been worried that his cultivation speed would be noticed by the teacher, leading to a miserable life as a lab rat. Now it seemed, thanks to the support of the continuity theory, he hadn't been exposed.

He let out a long sigh of relief and obediently listened to the teacher's scolding. There was nothing better than passing the time listening to a lecture when you were feeling relaxed. Soon, William Carter, Henry Clark, and the rest of the onlooking classmates slunk out of the school.

Although he hadn't exposed his secret and had even taught the provocative Henry Clark a lesson, William Carter wasn't happy. It seemed that very few people supported his cultivation method. He really didn't know if it was because no one had ever thought of it, or if it had already been proven ineffective.

Returning home with a bruised face naturally drew a round of questioning from his parents. William Carter didn't hide anything, except for his own secret—he told them everything else.

His father, ever observant, once again noticed something unusual about him. This was thanks to the fact that he had insisted on eating with his parents during the latter part of the holiday. His parents seemed unsurprised by William Carter's low spirits. During the holidays, he couldn't interact with others and only had his own thoughts. Now that school had started and he was facing all his classmates, this reaction was only natural.

After all, William Carter was still just a twenty-year-old kid. It was already hard enough to keep his secret, and now, with the added misunderstanding from his classmates, feeling down was perfectly normal.

As for William Carter fighting with his classmates, his parents didn't seem to take it too seriously. In his father's words, a man should have a bit of fire in him; otherwise, it would be hard to stand firm in society and he'd be bullied by others.

Fighting wasn't a big deal, but the sense of loneliness from having no companions and the feeling of being misunderstood needed to be addressed. In this regard, his parents, both researchers, did a great job.

"What do you think yourself?" Although his parents seemed busy with work, they never relaxed their attention to William Carter's situation. After dinner, his father began another round of guidance.

"Me?" William Carter was taken aback, thinking his father would launch into a lecture about never giving up and persevering to the end. He didn't expect his father to ask about his own thoughts.

After thinking for a moment, William Carter still explained his roundabout plan. Hearing that his son was willing to join the army to earn extra points just to fulfill the wish they had imposed on him, even his father couldn't help but feel proud. Especially since this wish was something he and his wife had forced upon their son.