Why did you provoke that old man? He's a reincarnation of a deity!

"Have you said enough?" Xiao Nian stopped and glanced at Zhao Dapeng.

Zhao Dapeng's laughter had just attracted the attention of many students, who gathered around him.

Sure enough, a group of teenagers followed behind him, all of them energetic and full of curiosity about new things.

"Everyone, you probably don't know this old man. Let me introduce him to you. This old man is a celebrity in our college. He's been swindling and cheating people here for years since I enrolled."

Zhao Dapeng introduced himself to everyone.

"Scamming and deception?"

"Ah, I heard about it when I came! Apparently, even Senior Zixuan was scammed."

"No way, she's supposedly a genius of recent years, and she was even fooled?"

"I didn't expect it to be him? He seems like a kind old man!"

……

Upon hearing Zhao Dapeng's introduction, the group of teenagers pointed and whispered among themselves.

"Have you finished farting?"

Xiao Nian didn't care at all about the pointing fingers and whispers from the crowd.

It's Meng Chenhai who's swindling and cheating; what does it have to do with me?

However, although Xiao Nian wasn't angry, Zhao Dapeng blocking his way and making various insulting remarks made him very unhappy.

"Get out of here while I'm in a good mood today, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"You're not being polite?" Zhao Dapeng laughed. Since becoming an instructor, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

Unexpectedly, when I exposed this old man's shameful deeds in public, he didn't seem embarrassed at all and even told me to get lost.

Cao Xiong's expression was not good, but he wasn't allowed to fight here. He said in a deep voice, "You're proud of cheating and swindling? Don't you have any shame? Have you no conscience?"

"Have any shame? Shame isn't given to you by others, it's earned by yourself. Aren't you shamelessly making a fool of yourself here? Wetting the bed for a whole month straight."

Upon hearing a particular name, the boys began to discuss it again.

"Peeing Peng?"

"What do you mean?"

"It is said that ten years ago, a student missed home so much when he first enrolled that he wet the bed for a whole month."

"Is that so?"

"What does that have to do with Professor Zhao Dapeng?"

Suddenly, everyone remembered that Zhao Dapeng also had the character "Peng" in his name, and they exchanged knowing glances.

"boom--"

Zhao Dapeng punched a large hole in the wall, his face turning extremely ugly.

"You're dead... Meng Chenhai, I'll risk losing my job as an instructor today to kill you," Zhao Dapeng said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Niao Peng" is the nickname Zhao Dapeng least wants to mention; it's his most embarrassing memory.

"Teacher Zhao, what are you doing?" Just as Zhao Dapeng was about to make a move, a hot-bodied, long-haired, beautiful woman wearing red armor appeared.

Jiang Youwei, a martial arts master who has mastered meridians, is the instructor of instructors; in other words, she is in charge of these teachers.

"Teacher Jiang, I just wanted to have a competition with the soon-to-be new teacher, Teacher Meng." Zhao Dapeng quickly changed his expression when he saw Jiang Youwei.

Jiang Youwei rolled her eyes at him: "Comparing yourself to an eighty-year-old man? Have you no shame?"

"The damage to the wall you just broke will be deducted from your salary," Jiang Youwei said, turning to leave.

"No problem, no problem." Zhao Dapeng quickly followed, feeling sweet even in the air next to the beautiful woman.

"Consider yourself lucky, don't let the assessment fall on me!" Zhao Dapeng said coldly to Xiao Nian before leaving.

"It's not certain who will be lucky." If Zhao Dapeng had dared to make a move just now, Xiao Nian wouldn't have minded making him lose even more face.

Xiao Nian walked to the entrance of the examination hall.

There were more than a dozen people sitting inside. They were the job applicants who were participating in the assessment. They were all in their twenties or thirties and were all strong and healthy.

Sitting at the front was the chief examiner, Chen Daoming, the vice president of the Military Academy, with Jiang Youwei and several other head instructors sitting next to him.

Zhao Dapeng had somehow followed them in, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking on with amusement.

Xiao Nian found a corner seat and sat down.

Chen Daoming looked up at him, his brow furrowing slightly: "Teacher Meng? What are you doing here?"

"The martial arts instructor assessment. Didn't I already send you my application materials?"

"Don't joke around. You're eighty years old, and you're still talking about martial arts instruction? You wouldn't even qualify as a literature or history teacher these days." Chen Daoming paused for a moment, then shook his head. "This martial arts master assessment is no joke. People get injured every year."

"It's alright."

"I don't know what Li Weigang was thinking, sending an eighty-year-old man to assess instructors? Isn't this a joke?"

Seeing his insistence, Chen Daoming made a few complaints and waved his hand to signal the start.

The first item of the assessment: martial arts skills.

Each person walks to the middle force-measuring stone pillar and strikes it with all their might; the pillar will then display the force value.

The first few applicants took the stage one after another. They were all at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm or at the level of the Opening Meridian Martial Master, with strength around the Eight Cauldrons. The best one among them unleashed the power of the Ten Cauldrons, which is ten tons.

Jiang Youwei commented from the side, "This one is good, peak body tempering, not far from the meridian stage. That one is a bit lacking, the fist technique isn't stable enough."

It was Xiao Nian's turn.

Several job applicants looked curiously at the thin, white-haired old man.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What's this old man doing here?"

"At this age, with osteoporosis, if someone punches you, your hand will break first, right?"

Xiao Nian walked to the stone pillar and raised his right hand, which was as thin and withered as firewood.

He simply extended one index finger.

What is he going to do?

"You wouldn't want to poke me with your finger, would you?"

"Are you crazy? That stone pillar is made of black iron; wouldn't you break your finger if you poked it?"

"Holy crap, I've never seen anything like this before."

Xiao Nian ignored the discussions and gently tapped the stone pillar with her index finger.

A faint light flashed at the fingertip, then went out.

The stone pillar did not react.

The examination hall was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, I thought it was something special!"

"You old fool, are you kidding me!"

"Trash should go in the trash can."

"Zero points! Zero points straight!" Zhao Dapeng laughed the loudest, almost slapping his thigh.

Chen Daoming shook his head and sighed, "Teacher Meng, are you just here to tease everyone?"

Before he could finish speaking, the stone pillar suddenly emitted a loud roar.

The black iron pillar emitted a blinding white light from top to bottom, and then the numbers began to rise continuously:

Yiding

二鼎

Sanding

……

Everyone was stunned.

How is that possible? With just one finger!

The numbers are still rising...

五鼎

六鼎

七鼎

……

Everyone held their breath.

That's simply impossible.

The number stopped rising after reaching the tenth cauldron.

The examination hall was completely silent.

"Impossible, the instrument must be broken!" Zhao Dapeng shouted.

Jiang Youwei covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. Even as a martial general with the Meridian Opening Realm, she dared not claim that she could unleash the power of ten cauldrons with a single finger.

Chen Daoming dropped his pen onto the table with a thud. He looked at the stone pillar, then at Xiao Nian, to confirm that the instrument was not broken.

The applicants looked like they'd seen a ghost.

Xiao Nian withdrew her index finger and blew away non-existent dust from her fingertip: "I've made a fool of myself."

The entire examination hall fell silent for three seconds.

Zhao Dapeng's face turned pale. If it were true, if that finger had touched his head, wouldn't it have shattered like a watermelon?

Chen Daoming shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Teacher Meng! People say you're a big liar, and I didn't believe it before, but now I do. You've hidden your true abilities very well."

Even with his strength as a True Qi Martial King, he might not be able to do something as effortless as a single finger strike.