I Only Stomp on Weaklings

The Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall is one of the four largest martial arts halls in Qingfeng City. The hall master has the surname Fang and is skilled in hidden weapons. Thanks to this skill, he is very popular among women and has taken on many female disciples.

Among the disciples who came today, half were women.

Fang Junyu, the grandson of Master Fang, also has Eighth Grade Cultivation and has received his true teachings.

He took out a black cloth band, covered his eyes with it, and then the disciples of the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall released sparrows that they had prepared in advance from the cage, which flapped erratically around the hall.

"Go."

He listened to the wind to determine their positions, took several darts from his chest, and with a sharp flick, the four or five sparrows flying chaotically in the air were hit by the darts and fell to the ground.

"Good."

The onlookers cheered. Such skill with listening to the wind and striking five flying sparrows at once is not achievable without years of painstaking practice.

At this moment, Fang Junyu removed the cloth band and said to Chen Ming, "If any of you can do it, you win."

The group with Chen Ming was a bit embarrassed, as they were stumped at the very first challenge.

Deng Ziyang quietly asked Zhuang Xiaotian, "Third Brother, can you do it?"

Zhuang Xiaotian sighed and shook his head, indicating he couldn’t. He knew how to listen to the wind to determine positions, but he couldn’t achieve Fang Junyu’s level. He decided not to go up and embarrass himself.

For a moment, no one knew what to do.

"Good."

At this moment, Chen Ming stepped forward, took the black cloth band, covered his eyes, and said, "Bring it on."

The disciples of the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall, upon hearing this, released five more sparrows.

Once the sparrows flew a bit further away, he reached into his chest.

Swish, swish...

In an instant, the five sparrows fell to the ground, struck by knives.

"Amazing!"

"Junior Brother Chen, what exquisite flying knife skill!"

"..."

Chen Ming’s group naturally cheered him on.

Only Deng Ziyang and Zhuang Xiaotian seemed a bit stunned. This flying knife skill was clearly taught to Chen Ming by Zhuang Xiaotian last year, and now it had been mastered to this degree?

Especially Zhuang Xiaotian, who suddenly felt a strong sense of defeat, having practiced for so many years, only to be overtaken in one year by someone else.

It made him question his life a bit.

...

"How... is this possible?"

Fang Junyu’s smile suddenly froze on his face, staring dumbfounded at Chen Ming.

This skill, he had practiced for years to perfect, and no one in the entire Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall besides him could blindfold and strike five birds at once.

Today, a young man nearly ten years his junior had done it.

At this moment, Chen Ming removed the cloth band and asked him, "Young Master Fang, how about it?"

His expression stiffened as he said, "Since you’ve done it, you’ve passed, naturally." With that, he returned to his original position.

Lei Zhenguang took a deep look at Chen Ming, not expecting this young man to have hidden so deeply. He said, "Since Young Master Chen has passed the first challenge, then..."

"I think there’s no need to continue the competition."

Chen Ming interrupted him before he could finish.

This took everyone by surprise.

Lei Zhenguang frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that, Young Master Chen?"

Chen Ming replied, "I’ve heard that the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall is good at Lightweight Skill, and the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall has a strongman as powerful as an ox. If I’m not mistaken, the next two challenges would be about these, right?"

"And so what?"

"I just came to start a martial arts hall. Why must I surpass the three halls in these three skills respectively?"

Lei Zhenguang’s expression turned cold, "This is the rule of our Martial Arts Hall Association. Since Young Master Chen wants to open a hall in Qinghe City, you must abide by our rules. Otherwise, we, the Martial Arts Hall Association, won’t agree."

At this moment, a burly man with a bushy beard shouted, "Kid, if you’re afraid to compete, admit-defeat and get out of Qingfeng City."

This statement immediately elicited a burst of laughter.

Chen Ming was unfazed and calmly said, "Your Martial Arts Hall Association has its rules, which is fine, I respect that. However, I personally enjoy sparring with others. With so many masters present, I am truly thrilled, and I will definitely visit and challenge each hall in the future."

Upon hearing this, many people’s expressions changed dramatically.

Everyone understood the implication that he intended to challenge each school in turn in the future.

Master Fang of the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall, who was hot-tempered, slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Kid, are you threatening us?"

Chen Ming’s face turned cold, "Yes, I’m threatening you, so what? If you don’t want me at the table, don’t blame me for flipping it. So what, not convinced?"

He pointed at that burly man with a bushy beard and said, "You, yes you, come over and have a spar with me if you dare."

"Kid, you’re asking for death!"

The bearded man was Li Ankun of the Wind and Thunder Martial Arts Hall, Lei Xiangrong’s uncle. He was already simmering with resentment for his nephew’s injury and the loss of face. Unable to hold back any longer, and without waiting for Lei Zhenguang’s intervention, he leaped out like a giant eagle towards Chen Ming.

This was the famous martial art of the Wind and Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the "Eagle Strike Technique."

Chen Ming reached out, drew the saber from Deng Ziyang’s waist, and with a reverse grip, slashed upward, aiming directly for his opponent’s abdomen.

Li Ankun twisted his body, avoiding the slash.

On the side, a young man shouted, "Master, catch the sword!" and tossed a long sword over.

Li Ankun caught the sword and executed the signature "Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship," each move targeting Chen Ming’s vulnerable points.

The way things had escalated to this point was beyond everyone’s expectations on both sides.

Whether it was the Wind and Thunder Martial Arts Hall or Chen Ming, both had been quite restrained earlier. Who would have thought they would come to blows over a few words?

It’s fair to say, young people do act impulsively.

Very quickly, those from the Huo Sect watching became increasingly astonished, "When did Junior Brother Chen learn the ’Five Elements Saber Technique’?"

"Third Senior Brother, did you teach him?"

"This move, ’Crying Blood under the Setting Sun,’ can actually be executed in this way?"

"Wow..."

They were all shocked by Chen Ming’s exquisitely skilled saber techniques, a level of proficiency not beneath their late Senior Brother.

None were more surprised than Zhang Mingyu. Watching Chen Ming, who was fighting Li Ankun with the "Five Elements Saber Technique" without falling behind, left him in a daze.

Last year, around this time, Chen Ming had just joined the Huo Mansion as a sparring partner. At that time, his "Iron Horse Stance" was only at the second level, with only "Three Talents Fist" being somewhat decent...

In just one short year, he had grown to such an extent.

It was truly incredible.

This left him with a sense of unreality.

Clang clang clang...

Right then, the knives and swords of both sides clashed, striking so swiftly that their sounds almost became continuous.

Clang!

A loud sound, and a long sword spun into the air, doing a flip before clattering to the ground.

"Spare him!"

Lei Zhenguang, seated in the main position, shouted and was ready to intervene.

A slap was heard instead.

Chen Ming switched from chopping to slapping, using the blade’s side to give Li Ankun’s face a solid smack. Then he backed away a few steps, sheathing the long knife back into Deng Ziyang’s sheath.

He stood proudly, gazing at the dozens from the twelve martial arts halls present.

For a time, his imposing aura cowed everyone into silence.

"I will kill... you..."

Li Ankun’s face was bloodied; he fell to the ground, crawling up in a frenzy as if to fight Chen Ming to the death.

Unable to accept the fact that he was publicly defeated by a young upstart.

Chen Ming didn’t even spare him a glance, his eyes fixed coldly on Lei Zhenguang, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lei Zhenguang shouted sternly, "Yucheng!"

Lei Yucheng immediately stepped forward to restrain Li Ankun.

Having lost his senses, Li Ankun turned on him as well, struck unconscious by a palm from Lei Yucheng before being taken away.

The occurrence left the representatives from the other eleven martial arts halls uncomfortable with mixed feelings.

Even if they disliked the loose-tongued Li Ankun, witnessing his decades-long renown crumble rapidly left their hearts touched with a shared lament.