Since there was no way out anyway, his eyes fell on the shortcomings recorded in the book. He quickly read through the twelve points again, and when he reached the last one, he gritted his teeth and spoke: “The boxing technique you just used was the right route. Here’s a suggestion: now try the left route, and then use your left fist to strike the stone tablet!”

Since this was a benefit for transmigrators, what if it was actually correct? Besides, even if it wasn’t, there was no other way now. He couldn’t think of a better explanation anyway.

“Use the left route?”

“You call this guidance?”

“What a joke, the left hand is weak to begin with. Using the left route would just ruin the whole boxing technique, wouldn’t it?”

...

Everyone was stunned at first, then burst into an uproar, all looking at Michael Bolton again with utter disdain.

Everyone knows the left hand is weaker than the right. Jason Harris had just thrown punches with a whistling wind, clearly not a lefty, and now he was being told to use the left route... What a joke.

“Jason Harris, try what Mr. Bolton said, so he can give up already!”

David Cooper clearly hadn’t expected Michael Bolton to say this, and was so excited he almost jumped up, though he just gave the order calmly.

Although he was a newly recruited student, David Cooper knew Jason Harris very well—he had always been skilled with his right hand, not a lefty. If he really used the left route, he probably wouldn’t even hit 30 kilograms!

Without guidance, he could hit 62 kilograms, but after guidance, he wouldn’t even reach 30. This time, Michael Bolton’s reputation would be ruined, and he’d be utterly humiliated!

Let’s see if he can still act so arrogant like before!

“Yes!” Jason Harris also gave a cold smile and began the boxing technique again.

He knew better than anyone whether he was left-handed. Telling him to use the left route... what nonsense.

The Flying Flower Fist was a basic technique he’d practiced since childhood. Although it felt a bit awkward to switch left and right, he quickly adapted. The wind from his punches was fierce, and although it looked decent, both the flow and the power seemed much worse than before.

“Could it be... my transmigrator’s benefit is fake?”

Michael Bolton was full of anxiety.

Other transmigrators get an old grandpa who gives them pointers, and as long as they follow his advice, everything works out. But all he got was a library, with all sorts of random things written in it. If it turned out to be fake and he got expelled from the academy, that would be inevitable!

Whoosh!

Very soon, the set of moves was finished. Jason Harris walked up to the stone tablet, raised his left fist, and smashed it down.

Buzz!

A string of numbers appeared.

“One, haha, just a dozen kilograms...”

Seeing the character “one” appear, David Cooper burst out laughing, full of delight. But before he could finish, his laughter got stuck in his throat, and his eyes nearly popped out.

“123?”

“123 kilograms?”

The crowd, who had been ready to mock, were all dumbfounded, trembling uncontrollably.

Just now Jason Harris had hit 62 kilograms, and now it was 123—almost double! That is... a 100% increase!

Is this for real?

Even the academy’s top teacher in the faculty assessment couldn’t possibly make someone improve by 100% with just one piece of advice!

“I... I... did I really do that?”

Jason Harris himself was stunned.

He stared blankly at the stone tablet in front of him, full of disbelief.

He knew he wasn’t left-handed, but he never dreamed that his left hand was so strong—twice as strong as his right!

Everyone was shocked, but Michael Bolton was so happy he almost jumped up.

“It’s real!”

Only now did he finally understand that the flaws revealed by the library were absolutely real.

To be able to see through someone’s cultivation method and flaws at a glance... this transmigrator’s benefit was truly heaven-defying!

“So? Your guidance increased by 20%, mine increased by 100%. Mr. Cooper, do you have anything else to say?” Michael Bolton grinned.

“I...” David Cooper’s face turned ashen, feeling his whole face burning.

He had originally suggested the contest to embarrass the other party, but in the end, he was the one humiliated.

He took out a jade token from his pocket, bit his finger and dripped blood onto it: “Jason Harris, I’ve already released you. You can now acknowledge Mr. Bolton as your master!”

Then he looked at Michael Bolton: “Don’t get cocky. You just got lucky this time. Next time we compete, I’ll make sure you lose face...”

With that, he didn’t linger, turned, and left.

This was a huge embarrassment—not only did he lose a student, he was slapped in the face in public.

Losing to someone else was one thing, but the key was that this guy had scored zero in the faculty assessment—the worst teacher in the whole school...

“Teacher, teacher...”

Seeing David Cooper turn and leave, Jason Harris looked upset.

Although Michael Bolton’s guidance had just helped him achieve a great result, deep down, like David Cooper, he thought it was just luck and didn’t really believe in such ability.

“All right, you’re my student now. Go ahead and verify your identity!”

Michael Bolton didn’t care what he was thinking. Thanks to a bet, he’d gained a new student and was overjoyed. He casually tossed over a jade token.

Although Jason Harris was unwilling, he knew he had to accept the outcome. If he didn’t acknowledge Michael Bolton as his teacher, no other teacher would take him, so he could only drip blood onto the jade token and complete the verification.

“Come to class tomorrow!”

After dealing with Jason Harris, Michael Bolton didn’t say anything more. He turned to look at Jessica Miller again, said calmly, and walked out of the cafeteria.