High Martial: My Students Have Gone on a Killing Spree

On the day Lu Zheng took over Class F at Qingchuan Martial Arts Academy, five of its seven students were rejects from other classes. No one knew he could see something others couldn't: martial aptitude scores. Martial aptitude determined how far a person could go in life. For everyone else, it was fate. For him, it was a ledger: every step delayed by 0.2 seconds, every punch off by half an inch, all plainly recorded. Train, and you could repay the debt. Then Class F stormed the city championships, an S-rank aptitude shook the provincial team, and the struggling martial arts academy stood at the gates of Mingzhou Martial Academy. Everyone was asking the same question: just who was this coach? Only Lu Zheng knew that every finishing stance he taught came from his senior brother, who had vanished in the fire ten years ago. And that man's daughter was now in his class, throwing punch after punch to settle the old score.