I Only Know How to Bully Noobs

Chapter 92: Isn't This Just Bullying?

Zhao Xiyan, upon hearing this good news, seemed to have forgotten her spat with Chen Ming and excitedly drank wine with him in celebration.

After a few cups, a faint flush appeared on Zhao Xiyan’s fair and delicate face. Her eyes sparkled as if filled with stars. "Brother Chen, now that you've broken through to Sixth Grade, what are your plans?"

Chen Ming, hearing her question, was pleased and boldly said, "I’ve already decided. I plan to challenge the experts from all the schools in Qingfeng City to hone my saber techniques."

"This——"

Zhao Xiyan hesitated slightly and gently said, "You’ve only just broken through to Sixth Grade, and your cultivation is still shallow. It might be better to stabilize your foundation first."

The implication was clear—your strength is still too low; challenging experts of the same realm is just asking to be humiliated.

Chen Ming said passionately, "Time waits for no one. You know I wasn’t born into a prestigious clan. If I want to improve, I can only do so by learning from others and combining the strengths of many. That’s the only way to reach greater heights."

Zhao Xiyan put down her wine cup, bit her lip, and said, "Actually, if you want to join a sect..."

"Xiyan!"

Chen Ming interrupted her.

It was the first time he had directly called her name. His expression was serious as he said, "If you still consider me a friend, then don’t bring this up again."

Zhao Xiyan's heart trembled slightly.

She lowered her head and softly said, "I understand."

Chen Ming’s expression softened, and his tone became gentler. "I know you mean well, it’s just that..."

I have my pride!

He didn’t say the words aloud.

He suddenly thought of Shang Jianfei back in the day.

He must have also been proud and arrogant, yet in the end, he accepted Miss Jiang’s goodwill and joined the Qinghe Sword Sect.

He must have been battered by reality, finally left with no choice but to compromise.

Zhao Xiyan stared at him in a daze.

In the past, the Chen Ming in her eyes was always polite, gentle to others, grateful for kindness, and vengeful for enmity—a man of soft exterior and firm resolve.

This was the first time she saw him display such domineering strength.

Suddenly, she recalled her mother’s words.

For a man, two things were most important: strength and power.

These two things could completely change a man.

"When do you plan to start?"

"No time like the present—today."

"Ah?"

……

Afternoon, around the hour of Shen.

A group of people, men and women, suddenly appeared at the entrance of Chaoyang Martial School.

Leading them was Chen Ming.

As they were about to enter, they were stopped.

Two young men in training uniforms stood in their way. One of them spoke calmly, "Second Young Master Chen, please halt. The headmaster is not here. Please return another day."

Everyone at the martial school knew that Second Young Master Chen had tried several times to spar with the headmaster.

The headmaster always refused and eventually instructed his disciples to stop him from entering.

After a few attempts, Chen Ming stopped showing up.

No one expected that after so long, Second Young Master Chen would return.

Chen Ming smiled slightly and said, "Send word to Lu Chaofeng. Tell him I’m here to challenge the school. If he hides like a turtle, don’t blame me for smashing your signboard."

Everyone present was stunned.

"You… what did you say?"

Chen Ming disdained repeating himself.

With a wave of his hand, Chunxiang and Xiaxiang sprang out simultaneously.

With a kick from the left and right, they struck the two who blocked their path in the chest, sending them flying.

Chunxiang shouted sternly, "My Second Master gives you only half a stick of incense’s time."

Xiaxiang followed up, "If Lu Chaofeng doesn’t come out to fight, we’ll smash your signboard!"

Immediately, the disciples of Chaoyang Martial School were in an uproar, shouting, "Someone’s here to challenge the school!"

"Quick, inform the headmaster!"

……

Standing beside Chen Ming, Zhao Xiyan glanced at the two dark-skinned maids and realized they had reached Ninth Grade.

She thought, Brother Chen must have trained them as martial maids, though they weren’t pretty enough for high status.

She said, "Doesn’t Chaoyang Martial School lack a Sixth Grade Martial Artist?"

Chen Ming smiled, "Who said I was going to challenge a Sixth Grade?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Xiyan’s mind was in a whirl, and she nearly failed to grasp what he meant.

At that moment, an angry roar came from inside, "Chen Ming, how dare you act so brazenly here? Do you really think this Headmaster is afraid of you?"

An imposing elder in black brocade robes charged out.

It was none other than the Headmaster of Chaoyang Martial School, Lu Chaofeng.

The fame of Chaoyang Martial School was second only to Wind and Thunder Martial School, and Lu Chaofeng himself was a Seventh Grade Martial Artist.

This old man was exactly the type who relied on his age to act superior, always putting on airs, and completely unreasonable no matter what was said.

Therefore, the first person Chen Ming wanted to challenge was this man.

If you don’t want face, then I won’t give you any either.

……

In the past, when Chen Ming lacked the strength and worried about protecting his family, he took a conciliatory approach—befriending first, then sparring.

But things were different now.

He had grown stronger, had Zhao Xiyan by his side, and with the prestige he had gained in the Huo Residence, he no longer had to worry about protecting his family.

Moreover, he urgently needed a large amount of experience points, so he simply tore off the mask of warmth.

Those who previously refused to spar with him—he went directly to challenge them.

Chen Ming stepped forward, hands behind his back, and said disdainfully, "Enough talk. Make your move."

Zhao Xiyan stood to the side, dumbfounded and shocked.

Back at Drunken Immortal Tower, he had spoken with such passion and grandeur.

She had always thought Chen Ming was going to challenge those Sixth Grade experts.

Who would have thought—he was actually challenging Seventh Grade Martial Artists.

Using Sixth Grade cultivation to challenge Seventh Grade—wasn’t this pure bullying?

Just as she was thinking this, a loud bang was heard—Lu Chaofeng had already been sent flying, crashing into a group of disciples and knocking them to the ground. Chaos erupted in the entire martial school.

"So much for that."

Chen Ming snorted coldly as a notification appeared in front of him: 【You have defeated an LV35 opponent and gained 400 experience points】

Four hundred points—not bad at all.

In high spirits, he pulled Zhao Xiyan away and said, "Come on, let’s hit the next one."

"Six… Sixth Grade? You’re actually already Sixth Grade?"

Behind them, Lu Chaofeng’s voice rang out in disbelief.

……

Just like that, Chen Ming brought Zhao Xiyan along and challenged every single one of those Seventh Grade Martial Artists who had previously refused to spar with him.

Every fight was settled in a single move—swift and clean. Efficiency was the name of the game.

As word spread, a group of onlookers began to follow behind, eager to watch the excitement.

It wasn’t every day that one got to see one lofty martial expert after another being beaten down—an immensely satisfying spectacle.

Missing such a show would be a lifetime’s regret.

Dragged along by Chen Ming, Zhao Xiyan went from initial shock and confusion, to shame and speechlessness, to eventual numbness.

When Chen Ming challenged one Seventh Grade, people said he lacked martial ethics.

When he challenged three to five, they thought he was seeking revenge.

But after a dozen or so, there was only one conclusion left in everyone’s minds—he was asserting dominance!

The onlookers, who had started with hushed whispers, gradually fell silent, watching Chen Ming with eyes full of awe.

Almost overnight, Chen Ming’s image changed—from the affectionate and righteous gentleman, gentle as jade, to a smiling tiger who paid back every slight.

Only now did many suddenly remember—this Second Young Master was someone who would kill in a fury if provoked.

Chen Ming didn’t care how others saw him.

Even when Zhao Xiyan started looking at him strangely after the challenge tour, he paid it no mind.

Sometimes, a fierce reputation had its advantages.

It made people think twice before crossing him.

Twenty-seven Seventh Grade opponents had earned him a total of 10,800 experience points—an average of 400 each.

Even more than he had expected.

"We continue tomorrow."

When Chen Ming escorted Zhao Xiyan back to the Inspectorate, that was what he told her.

Zhao Xiyan opened her mouth but said nothing in the end.

She entered the residence with her personal maid.

After watching her go in, Chen Ming returned home with Chunxiang and Xiaxiang.

Chunxiang whispered, "Young Master, I think Zhao… the Young Miss might not come tomorrow."

Chen Ming replied, "It doesn’t matter whether she comes or not."

After all, with today’s spectacle, everyone already knew that he had a close relationship with the daughter of Inspector Zhao.

He was borrowing influence—plain and simple.

Sometimes, one had to use what could be used.

People obsessed with moral purity never amounted to much.

This was also a test—to see how far Zhao Xiyan was willing to go for him.

Was she merely trying to win him over?

Or was it just a beauty trap?

Or could it be that she was truly willing to do things that slightly went against her own principles… for him?

Judging by her performance today, it could only be said that she valued him greatly. Though dragged along by force, she still accompanied him through the whole ordeal.

Tomorrow would tell.

What would she do then?

Chen Ming was quite looking forward to it.