I Only Stomp on Weaklings

[You defeated another LV1 enemy, gaining 1 Experience Point.]

[You defeated another LV1 enemy, gaining 1 Experience Point.]

[You defeated another LV2 enemy, gaining 2 Experience Points.]

...

Each time Chen Ming sparred with a young fighter, a prompt like this would appear, and the Experience Points gained were always halved.

Only heaven knows how hard he worked to keep from laughing out loud.

After fifteen sparring sessions, he gained another 23 Experience Points.

This was truly a pleasant surprise.

He originally thought that defeating the same person a second time would yield no Experience Points. Who would have thought...

"It seems that it’s likely a time restriction."

On the way home, Chen Ming contemplated this difference. Last time in the jail, the interval was too short. This time it was a day apart.

Of course, there could be other reasons.

This needs further verification.

Regardless, this is definitely a major positive development.

As Chen Ming was thinking, he suddenly heard an angry voice, "...You don’t know him, so why plead with Master for him?"

Eh, isn’t that Wen Zehao?

It sounded like he was in an argument with someone.

Chen Ming didn’t want to meddle, so he immediately turned around and left without eavesdropping on their quarrel.

...

Huo Qianqian looked at Wen Zehao, whose face was twisted with jealousy, her own face reddening and tears of grievance glistening in her eyes.

The usually gentle and elegant Seventh Senior Brother actually scolded her fiercely over a small matter.

Not even her grandfather had ever scolded her.

Annoyed, she angrily said, "Who do you think you are? Who are you to order me around? I can plead for whoever I want." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"You—"

Wen Zehao’s chest burned with anger, almost reaching the point of exploding.

Seeing his fierce expression, Huo Qianqian was first scared but then anger surged from her heart, "What, do you want to hit me?"

Wen Zehao instantly froze, ultimately not daring to make a move.

Seeing him silent, Huo Qianqian turned and left.

Wen Zehao’s fury had nowhere to go, and he punched a tree, with a loud crack, the trunk, as thick as a bowl, broke and fell to the ground.

...

Chen Ming had no idea he missed a good show. He was pondering how to allocate his points.

He thought for quite a while and finally decided to mostly invest in "Three Talents Fist".

Today, Li Jinchuan put a lot of pressure on him, and if he hadn’t decided to allocate all 25 Experience Points to "Three Talents Fist", he might have really stumbled.

The usual rule, 3 points to "Iron Horse Stance". 20 points to "Three Talents Fist".

Name: Chen Ming

Level: 3

Current Points: 0

Cultivation Technique: Iron Horse Stance (Second Layer 8/200+)

Martial Skill: Three Talents Fist (Proficient 86/200+), Eight Trigrams Saber Technique (Beginner 12/100+)

After allocating the points, the feeling of getting stronger was simply intoxicating.

...

In the following days, Chen Ming conducted several experiments and finally confirmed his earlier speculation.

Indeed, there is a time restriction.

Defeating the same person twice on the same day results in no Experience Points the second time. It must be over a day.

Defeating the same person multiple times results in progressively fewer Experience Points.

The good news is, no matter how many times you defeat someone, you still get at least 1 Experience Point.

So, from the fourth day onwards, the Experience Points he gained daily became a fixed 15 points.

Amidst this daily sparring, his strength was growing at a rate unimaginable to most.

...

In a blink, half a month passed.

"Little Junior Sister, I really know I’m wrong."

In the backyard, Wen Zehao was cautiously apologizing to and trying to soothe Huo Qianqian.

For half a month, Huo Qianqian had refused to see him, obviously very upset. The Master had called him over, reprimanding him both subtly and overtly for upsetting Qianqian. He was truly a bit panicked.

"You’re a Senior Brother, how could you be wrong?" Huo Qianqian said sarcastically.

"I was too petty. Junior Sister, I care about you so much, so when I found out you pleaded for another man, I was jealous to the point of madness, that’s why I was harsh to you, I really know I was wrong..."

Under such romantic persuasion, Huo Qianqian’s attitude finally softened, her face growing warm, teasingly saying, "You really, you get jealous over anyone. Do you think I’d be interested in a man like that?"

"When it comes to you, I become stupid."

"In the future, if you dare to be so harsh to me again, I’ll truly ignore you."

"..."

...

After leaving Huo Qianqian, Wen Zehao went to the martial arts field to find Third Senior Brother Zhang Mingyu.

Zhang Mingyu joked, "Judging by your beaming face, you made up with Little Junior Sister?"

"Senior Brother, sharp-eyed indeed."

Wen Zehao laughed, feeling quite pleased internally.

Today, he successfully held Little Junior Sister’s hand. Their relationship progressed another step. Of course, this kind of thing didn’t need to be shared with Senior Brother.

As they were talking, a sudden cheer erupted nearby.

Wen Zehao’s face darkened instantly; he knew without turning that it was Fifth Senior Brother’s students sparring with Chen Ming.

Chen Ming!

Thinking of him made Wen Zehao uncomfortable.

For half a month, he had focused all his efforts on gaining Little Junior Sister’s forgiveness, unable to deal with this guy. Unexpectedly, this guy dared to flaunt himself in front of him.

If it weren’t for this bastard, he wouldn’t have quarreled with Little Junior Sister!

A cold glint flashed in Wen Zehao’s eyes.

Zhang Mingyu noticed his change in expression, puzzled, "Why suddenly unhappy?"

"Third Senior Brother, can I ask you to help me with something?"

"We’re brothers, no need for such formalities, what’s the matter?"

Wen Zehao said, "I don’t like that Chen Ming; could you find a way to get rid of him? You know Master wants to keep him, and we can’t disrespect Master. It’s best to make him leave on his own."

Zhang Mingyu immediately laughed, "Oh, that’s it? It’s easy. Leave it to me. I’ll ensure he loses face publicly and can’t remain here."

"In that case, thanks in advance, Senior Brother."

Zhang Mingyu said, "A piece of cake, just bring me a few good bottles of wine next time."

After that, he waved a student over, "Qi Jun, come here."

A tall, slender young man with dark skin walked over, "Third Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother. What can I do for you?"

Zhang Mingyu said, "Find an excuse to publicly beat that fellow named Chen Ming. Feel free to humiliate him slowly."

The young man named Qi Jun’s eyes lit up at first, but then he hesitated, "But, wouldn’t that disrespect Fifth Senior Brother?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Fifth Brother. You can proceed without concern. Are you confident?"

Qi Jun laughed heartily, "If I can’t deal with that kid, I might as well go back to the countryside and shovel dung!"

On the first day that guy named Chen Ming came, he watched him closely. At most, his "Iron Horse Stance" is at the second layer, and "Three Talents Fist" is passable.

His "Iron Horse Stance" had long since reached the third layer, and he could knock that kid down with one hand.