Only Bullies Little Kids

That morning.

As usual, Li Jinchuan finished his morning stance training and saw Chen Ming appear in the pavilion. His fists clenched abruptly, and fighting spirit blazed in his eyes.

"Today, I'll definitely wipe away my disgrace!"

Ever since he had lost to this man twice in a row half a month ago, he had been holding back a breath of frustration.

These past days, he had not sparred with Chen Ming again. He had instead drilled the five killing moves of the Three Powers Fist that Uncle Rui had taught him, all for this day.

Uncle Rui had said that as long as he mastered those five killing moves, Chen Ming would definitely be unable to withstand them, judging by the level he had displayed before.

At last, sparring time began.

"Me!"

Li Jinchuan eagerly challenged Chen Ming.

The moment he spoke, no one else tried to compete with him. They were all rather curious—he had refused to spar with Chen Ming for half a month, so why was he volunteering today?

Looking at Li Jinchuan's expression again, he was brimming with confidence.

It seemed he had come prepared.

Everyone became even more interested.

Chen Ming looked at Li Jinchuan with a little pity. This kid really was proud. He had probably practiced some new killing move before coming to challenge him. But it was destined to be useless.

With a thought, he opened his panel.

Level: 4

Current Points: 40

Cultivation Method: "Iron Horse Stance" (Second Level 101/200+)

Martial Skill: "Three Powers Fist" (Mastery 10/500+), Bagua Saber Technique (Beginner 12/100+)

Compared with half a month ago, his strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

His level had risen by one.

The proficiency of the Three Powers Fist had risen by an entire tier, from "Proficient" to "Mastery."

Such an improvement meant that his attainment in this fist art had already entered the hall and ascended the chamber. As for exactly how strong he was now, even he did not know.

Ever since transmigrating, he had only been crushing weaklings. He had never encountered a true opponent.

The only person who had put him under any pressure was Li Jinchuan in their second match.

Just as he was about to accept, a strange, sneering voice sounded beside him. "Isn't this Chen Ming? I remember you came here to learn martial arts seven years ago. What, things didn't work out for you outside, so you came back specifically to bully these greenhorns who've just started learning?"

The crowd immediately realized someone was here to make trouble and turned to look. They saw a tall, skinny young man with dark skin.

"Who's that?"

"I know him. Qi Jun, a senior brother who's been here for several years. His Iron Horse Stance is already at the third level. He trains under Third Senior Brother."

"So it's him. I heard he has gang connections and is black-hearted and ruthless..."

"Why is he looking for trouble with Senior Brother Chen?"

"Probably some old grudge."

"This is bad. Fifth Senior Brother was just summoned away by Third Senior Brother. Senior Brother Chen is in trouble now."

"..."

For a moment, the group of teenagers whispered among themselves. Quite a few could not help worrying for Chen Ming.

Over the past few days, those with better sources had dug up Chen Ming's background and all he had gone through over the years. Everyone already knew that his talent had been too poor for him to succeed in martial arts, so he had gone to work as a clerk at Golden Source Commerce for several years. Something had happened not long ago, leaving him with nowhere to go, and only then had he returned to become a Sparring Partner.

Over the past half month, most of them could feel that they had made considerable progress after sparring with Chen Ming.

Before, whenever they practiced a move poorly, Fifth Senior Brother would point it out, demonstrate it at most once, then tell them to go back and drill it. If ten times was not enough, then a hundred times.

Ever since Chen Ming arrived, things had been different. During sparring, they could discover the mistakes in their own moves and see from him how those moves were truly meant to be used.

Anyone whose brain was not too dull had realized how much benefit having this Sparring Partner brought them.

Having experienced such an efficient way of learning martial arts, they did not want to go back to how things used to be.

So, without realizing it, they began to worry for Chen Ming.

But faced with Qi Jun, a senior brother who had entered several years before them, they did not dare step forward either.

The moment Chen Ming heard that provocative voice, he knew trouble had arrived.

Turning to look, he recognized the speaker as a student from the Intermediate Class. He could not help smiling as he shot back, "Looks like you're a little unconvinced. How about we exchange a few moves?"

"Haha..."

Qi Jun had not expected him to take the bait so quickly. He burst out laughing. "Have you been fighting these newcomers every day until your brain went bad? You really think you're some kind of expert? Today, I'll let you know you're not worth shit."

With things said to this point, there was no way to settle it without a fight.

Even the other students from the Intermediate Class turned their attention over, pointing and commenting.

"I bet that kid won't last five moves."

"Five moves? You think too highly of him. Three moves at most."

"You'd better keep your voices down. If Qi Jun hears you, he'll definitely go easy on him on purpose and make all of you lose your bets."

"Haha..."

As they joked, Chen Ming and Qi Jun had already begun fighting.

Qi Jun was indeed from the Intermediate Class. The Three Powers Fist in his hands was exceptionally fierce, far beyond what those newcomers could compare to.

Chen Ming did not clash with him head-on, choosing instead to circle around. At this moment, his attainment in the Three Powers Fist finally showed itself. The instant his opponent moved, he had already guessed the follow-up combinations, handling them with effortless ease.

Qi Jun could not even touch the hem of his clothes.

To outsiders, it naturally looked as though Chen Ming were being pressed and beaten by Qi Jun.

After seven or eight moves, Qi Jun grew impatient and irritable. "Are you a turtle hiding in its shell? All you know how to do is dodge—"

The moment he opened his mouth, his attacks were inevitably affected. Chen Ming seized the opportunity, driving straight for the yellow dragon as both fists shot directly toward his face.

Qi Jun was startled and hurriedly raised his arms to block.

The moment he did, his center was left wide open.

As though he had foreseen it, Chen Ming changed moves midway and punched Qi Jun in the chest, knocking him back several steps.

Having landed the blow, he straightened up and cupped his hands. "You let me win."

This sudden reversal left everyone dumbfounded. None of them understood what had happened. How had Chen Ming suddenly won?

Qi Jun felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, his face flushing red. "That one doesn't count."

As he spoke, he pounced forward again.

This time, he was truly enraged. His attacks gained several degrees of viciousness as they went straight for Chen Ming's vital points.

Chen Ming reacted extremely quickly. He still did not engage him head-on, weaving left and right.

After another dozen or so moves, Qi Jun's fist momentum was no longer as fierce as before.

Chen Ming struck again, using a Mountain Lean to slam him to the ground.

The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar.

If the first time had been luck, then defeating Qi Jun twice in a row was absolute strength.

"Ah—"

Qi Jun roared, scrambled up from the ground, and lunged at Chen Ming like a madman.

He could not accept being defeated by someone weaker than himself.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out. Hearing it, Qi Jun actually stopped himself dead and did not dare attack again.

From the Intermediate Class, a heroic-looking young man rebuked him, "Qi Jun, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

Qi Jun stood there, his face alternating between green and white. He no longer had the face to remain, and ran away in disgrace.

You defeated an LV6 enemy and gained 20 experience points.

Seeing the prompt appear before him, Chen Ming's heart gave a violent thump.

Twenty points.

Sure enough, killing monsters above his level was the fastest way to level up.

High risk, high reward.