The Petty Man's Arrogance Upon Achieving Success, Seeking Revenge at Their Doorstep

Lu Lin walked out of Li Jiangtao's office, contract in hand, his heart pounding with excitement. He was finally someone with an income now.

The work ahead at Liu's Martial Arts School would be a rare opportunity for him to accumulate strength.

A bright future was already waving at Lu Lin.

With the contract in hand, it was naturally spotted by his colleagues in the school.

"Little Lu, what's that you're holding?"

"A contract."

"What kind of contract?"

"Sister Li, I've officially joined the school. I'm a formal sparring partner now. Please look out for me."

"Ah? That's great! I've been telling you to join for ages. Looks like you made a smart choice."

After exchanging a few words with Sister Li as she passed by, Lu Lin returned to his locker room to change clothes. He had been a temporary sparring partner before, only needing to accompany Liu Weiran each day. Now that he was officially hired, no tasks would be assigned to him for a short while.

But he had no idea that, during the time he was changing, Sister Li had already spread the news of Lu Lin's formal employment to every staff member.

When Lu Lin stepped out of the locker room, he saw quite a few colleagues waiting at the door, offering their congratulations as soon as he appeared.

"Thanks, thanks, everyone."

Lu Lin said with a smile. Most of the staff at the school were older than him, and facing a crowd of older brothers and sisters, he ended up smiling so much his facial muscles ached.

"Hmph, just a low-level sparring partner. What's there to be proud of?"

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

Lu Lin followed the sound and saw who had spoken. It was him!

This man was named Zhao Xun. He and Lu Lin had joined the school around the same time three years ago, but back then, Zhao Xun was just like Lu Lin now—someone who had failed the Martial Arts Examination and wanted to continue on the martial path, so he became a sparring partner at the school.

Because they joined at the same time, the two were inevitably compared to each other. Although Zhao Xun was three years older than Lu Lin, he fell far short in social skills. He wore a sour face everywhere he went and was the least sociable person in the school.

Unexpectedly, right when Lu Lin had just joined the school, he jumped out to make his presence known.

"Zhao Xun, what's your problem? Lu Lin just started today, and you're talking like that?"

"Yeah, aren't you just an Advanced Martial Disciple working as a sparring partner here?"

"Zhao Xun, keep it down at a time like this. We're all colleagues here. We see each other every day."

Some people tried to mediate, but Zhao Xun just craned his neck and looked down his nose at everyone.

"Sparring partner? Hah, sorry to disappoint you all, but my Punch Force has been trained past 1,200 kilograms. Soon, we won't even be in the same world anymore."

What!

Punch Force over 1,200 kilograms!!

The surrounding colleagues were stunned. A Punch Force of 1,200 kilograms represented the limit of the ordinary human body.

In this era of the Spiritual Energy Resurgence, even regular people could muster a hundred or two hundred kilograms of force. With a bit of training, one could become a Beginner Martial Disciple, or even an Intermediate or Advanced Martial Disciple. But pushing Punch Force to 1,200 kilograms was something no ordinary person could achieve.

If he really had that kind of talent, Zhao Xun wouldn't have failed the Martial Arts Examination three years ago.

Seeing everyone fall silent at his words, Zhao Xun felt a smug satisfaction. He looked down at Lu Lin with contempt.

"So, kid, what's a lowly Beginner Sparring Partner like you got to be cocky about?"

The other sparring partners nearby wore expressions of displeasure.

After all, they were all the "Beginner Sparring Partners" Zhao Xun was talking about.

Lu Lin glanced at Zhao Xun, unable to stand his petty triumph and arrogance. He raised the contract and waved it at him. "Sorry, but I'm holding a Martial Artist Level Sparring Partner contract."

"Martial Artist Level contract?"

"Impossible!"

Zhao Xun was standing far away. He shoved through the crowd blocking him, rushed up to Lu Lin, and when he saw the words "Liu's Martial Arts School Martial Artist Level Sparring Partner Contract" on the document, he was completely stunned.

It was real!

How?

Lu Lin was just an unremarkable Advanced Martial Disciple. How could he get a Martial Artist Level contract? Unless...

"You liar!"

"This isn't a Martial Artist Level contract at all! If you had that kind of strength, how could you have failed the Martial Arts Examination?"

"Liar!"

"I'll expose you for what you are!"

As he spoke, Zhao Xun swung his right fist at Lu Lin.

Lu Lin let out a contemptuous snort, sidestepped slightly, and let Zhao Xun's fist land on his left shoulder.

"Bam!"

Zhao Xun stumbled back three steps.

Fortunately, there were people around to stop him from falling.

He felt as if his punch hadn't landed on Lu Lin at all, but had smashed into a thick alloy steel plate.

"Believing me now?"

Lu Lin asked.

In his heart, he actually wanted Zhao Xun to throw a few more punches, because Zhao Xun's attacks could also increase the progress of the Golden Bell Shield.

But Liu's Martial Arts School had a rule: strictly no private fights inside the school, especially for sparring partners—if you had that much energy, you'd be better off taking on two more clients.

"Hmph."

Zhao Xun endured the sharp pain in his hand, shot Lu Lin a cold glare, then turned and left.

He knew that staying here any longer would only bring him trouble; it was better to go heal first and do some investigating on the side.

Zhao Xun and Lu Lin had joined the school at the same time, and he was three years older than Lu Lin. Now that he had finally managed to raise his Punch Force to the 1200-kilogram level, this wasn't the time to clash with Lu Lin.

Once he went back and learned a Vitality Cultivation Method, he was determined to blow Lu Lin apart with one punch.

After Zhao Xun slunk away, the onlookers finally caught on.

Lu Lin had actually signed a Martial Artist grade contract with the school?

That meant Lu Lin had combat power at the Martial Artist level—this was a golden thigh to latch onto.

From now on, if Lu Lin gave them a little help, they could get plenty of high-quality sparring orders.

After all, a Martial Artist's training needed to be as comprehensive as possible. In areas where Lu Lin wasn't skilled, he could easily leave some scraps for the other sparring partners.

With that thought, both the sparring partners and the receptionists crowded around Lu Lin with even more enthusiasm.

Lu Lin was completely overwhelmed.

"Who the hell is Lu Lin? Get the fuck out here!"

Bang! The school's front door was shoved open with force. If the door hadn't been decently built, it would have shattered on the spot.

The front desk receptionist hurried over. "Gentlemen, how can I help you?"

"None of your damn business. Who the fuck is Lu Lin? If you're a real man, get the hell out here."

A burly youth with a tiger tattoo on his arm impatiently cut off the receptionist's greeting and rudely shoved her aside.

Beside this Tiger-Tattooed Youth were three other young men with the same fierce, unreasonable demeanor.

Lu Lin didn't know these four, and he couldn't stand seeing a delicate young woman treated so roughly. He stepped out from the crowd and said clearly, "I am Lu Lin. What business do you have with me?"