Chapter 8: Only Knows How to Bully Noobs
That morning, as usual, Li Jinchuan finished his morning stance training, then saw Chen Ming’s figure appear in the pavilion.
He immediately clenched his fist, his eyes blazing with combat intent.
“Today, I must avenge my shame!”
Ever since he had been defeated by this guy twice in the past half month, he’d been holding in a rush of frustration.
During these days, he hadn’t crossed fists with Chen Ming.
Instead, he had been tirelessly practicing the five deadly moves in “Three Talents Fist” that Uncle Rui taught—waiting for today.
Uncle Rui had said that once these five killing moves were mastered, given Chen Ming’s previous performance, he certainly wouldn’t be able to block them.
At last, sparring time began.
“I’ll go!” Li Jinchuan couldn’t wait to challenge Chen Ming.
The moment he spoke, nobody else stepped forward.
They were all curious—after half a month of avoiding sparring with Chen Ming, why was he stepping up today?
And judging by Li’s confident expression, he must have prepared something.
Their interest grew.
Chen Ming looked at Li Jinchuan with some pity.
This kid was pretty arrogant—must’ve learned some killing moves before challenging. But it was destined to be futile.
He flicked a thought and activated his panel.
【Level: 4】
【Current Points: 40】
【Cultivation: “Iron Horse Stance” (Level 2, 101/200+)】
【Martial Arts: “Three Talents Fist” (Proficient 10/500+), “Eight Trigrams Saber Technique” (Novice 12/100+)】
Compared to half a month ago, his strength had made a qualitative leap.
He’d leveled up by one.
His proficiency in Three Talents Fist had advanced a rank—from Proficient to Mastery.
Such an improvement meant his understanding of this fist style had entered a new realm.
Exactly how strong he was he didn’t yet know.
Since transmigrating, he had only ever beaten up novices—never encountering a true opponent.
The only time he felt pressured was that second fight with Li Jinchuan.
He was about to speak to accept the challenge when a mocking voice came from the side, “Isn’t this Chen Ming? I remember you came to learn martial arts seven years ago. What’s wrong—can’t make it outside, so you come bullying fresh newbies instead?”
At the sound, everyone turned, seeing a tall, lanky, dark-skinned youth.
“Who’s that?”
“I know him — Qi Jun. He entered the school years ago, already third layer in Iron Horse Stance. He trains under Third Senior Brother.”
“Oh, it’s him. I heard he’s got gang backing and is ruthless…”
“Why is he picking on Senior Chen?”
“Probably they had a past grudge.”
“Oh no, Fifth Senior Brother has just been called away by Third. Now Senior Chen is in trouble.”
…
At once, the young men whispered among themselves.
Many couldn’t help worrying about Chen Ming.
Over these days, those in the know had dug into Chen Ming’s background and recent history.
Everyone knew he had poor talent, failed at martial arts, and worked a few years for Jin Yuansheng Trading.
He had fallen into trouble, nowhere to go—so he returned here as a sparring partner.
Over the past half month, nearly everyone felt they’d improved significantly after sparring with Chen Ming.
Previously, when they practiced a move poorly, Fifth Senior Brother would point it out, demonstrate once, then send them back to drill—ten times, or if needed, a hundred.
Since Chen Ming arrived, it was different: during sparring, they could detect errors in their techniques and saw the real usage of moves from him.
Anyone with half a brain realized how big a gain it was to have this sparring partner.
After experiencing this efficient method of martial learning, they didn’t want to go back to the old way.
Thus, they unconsciously felt concern for Chen Ming.
But facing Senior Brother Qi Jun, who had entered earlier and had seniority, they didn’t dare intervene.
…
Hearing the taunt, Chen Ming knew trouble had arrived.
He turned and recognized the speaker as a mid‑level class student. He couldn’t help smiling, replying pointedly, “Looks like you’re a bit dissatisfied. How about we exchange a few moves?”
“Haha…” Qi Jun had not expected him to bite so quickly. He laughed. “I guess you spar with newbies every day, your brain must be fried. Really think you’re an expert? Today I’ll let you know—you’re nothing.”
At this point, without a fight, there’d be no end to it.
Even mid‑level students turned to watch, pointing and whispering.
“I bet that brat can't last five moves.”
“Five? You're giving him too much credit. At most three moves.”
“Guys, keep your voices down—if Qi Jun hears, he’ll hold back purposely to trick you.”
“Haha…”
As they joked, Chen Ming and Qi Jun had already started clashing.
Qi Jun, worthy of mid‑level class, unleashed Three Talents Fist with fierce moves—far beyond what the newbies could manage.
Chen Ming didn’t try to match strength but chose to evade.
At this moment, his deep familiarity with Three Talents Fist finally showed.
As Qi Jun moved, he could anticipate the follow-up combos and handle them with ease.
Qi Jun couldn’t even touch his clothes.
To outsiders, it looked like Chen Ming was being suppressed by Qi Jun.
After seven or eight exchanges, Qi Jun grew impatient and cursed, “Are you a turtle hiding in its shell? All you do is dodge—”
As soon as he opened his mouth, his strikes became unsettled.
Chen Ming immediately seized the chance—a direct Dragon-Piercing punch aimed straight at his face.
Qi Jun was taken aback and raised his hand to block.
But in that moment, his center guard opened wide.
Like foreseeing the future, Chen Ming changed his strike mid‑motion, and landed a punch on Qi Jun’s chest that sent him stumbling back a few steps.
With one successful strike, Chen Ming straightened up and cupped his fists, saying, “Thanks for letting me win.”
This sudden comeback left everyone stunned.
No one understood what had happened—how did Chen Ming suddenly win?
Qi Jun’s chest tightened, and his face flushed red. “That doesn’t count.”
As he spoke, he lunged forward again.
This time, he was truly enraged, and his moves carried a vicious edge, aiming straight at Chen Ming’s vital points.
Chen Ming reacted swiftly and still avoided direct confrontation, dodging left and right.
After another ten or so moves, Qi Jun’s strikes had clearly lost their earlier intensity.
Chen Ming made another move—a “Leaning Mountain Push”—and knocked Qi Jun to the ground.
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
If the first win could be considered luck, then defeating Qi Jun twice in a row could only mean absolute strength.
“Ah—!”
Qi Jun roared and scrambled up from the ground, lunging at Chen Ming like a madman.
He couldn’t accept being defeated by someone he believed to be weaker than himself.
“Stop!”
Suddenly, a voice barked with authority.
Qi Jun froze in his tracks at the sound, not daring to make another move.
From the intermediate class’s side, a valiant young man scolded, “Qi Jun, haven’t you lost enough face already?”
Qi Jun stood there, his face shifting between green and pale. He could no longer stay and fled in shame.
【You have defeated a level 6 enemy. Gained 20 experience points.】
Seeing the notification pop up in front of him, Chen Ming’s heart gave a fierce thump.
Twenty points!
Indeed, defeating enemies of higher level was the fastest way to level up.
High risk, high reward.