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

With just one move, he defeated a martial arts master who had opened his meridians. With that kind of strength, he was more than qualified to be a junior instructor.

The applause in the examination hall was sparse.

After six examinees passed the practical test, only three remained. Including Xiao Nian, there were four junior instructors who passed the assessment this year, which is not many.

The three who completed the assessment were assigned to Class A of the teaching training program, where the teacher was none other than senior teacher Jiang Youwei.

Just as Xiao Nian was about to leave shakily, Jiang Youwei called out to him.

"Long time no see, Teacher Meng."

"???" Xiao Nian didn't remember cheating or swindling this woman in Old Man Meng's memory. Could it be that she was seeking revenge again?

"Teacher, you've really opened my eyes. But your assessment was too dazzling. Teacher, please remember to be careful. There are a lot of scoundrels here."

"Teacher Jiang, thank you for your concern. To me, the people here are nothing but ants," Xiao Nian said calmly.

Jiang Youwei: "..."

After Xiao Nian finished speaking, she continued walking unsteadily.

……

Meng Xiaoshan and the others were very anxious outside the instructor assessment hall. His grandfather had brought him here and told him that his grandfather would become an instructor, while he would be a relative.

He actually believed his grandfather, who had been unreliable since birth.

That's how it is sometimes; even if there's only a sliver of a chance, people are unwilling to give it up, and Meng Xiaoshan was no exception.

"Hey, isn't this our Xiaoshan?" A sarcastic voice came from behind.

Meng Xiaoshan turned around and saw three teenagers walking towards him with grinning faces.

The one in the lead was chubby, wearing a brand-new military academy freshman uniform, with a short knife at his waist, and a face full of scars.

He Shoucheng was a fellow townsman of Meng Xiaoshan. The two grew up together and studied together for five years at a private school in Mizhou Prefecture.

He Shoucheng's family ran a medicine shop and was much wealthier than Meng Xiaoshan's family.

Back in the private school, He Shoucheng was slow to learn and was always scolded by the teacher, while Meng Xiaoshan always ranked first in the exams, and the teacher always used Meng Xiaoshan as an example.

Later, during the political review at the military academy, Meng Xiaoshan was rejected because of his grandfather, Meng Chenhai, while He Shoucheng was admitted smoothly thanks to his family connections.

From then on, He Shoucheng looked forward to the day he would see Meng Xiaoshan again, and he was determined to trample Meng Xiaoshan into the mud in front of everyone.

This is a twisted competitive spirit.

"It really is you! I thought I was seeing things." He Shoucheng grinned, looking Meng Xiaoshan up and down. "What are you doing at the Martial Arts Academy? Watching your grandpa enroll? Weren't you a top student before? Why did the Martial Arts Academy reject you?"

Meng Xiaoshan remained silent with a sullen face and turned to leave.

He Shoucheng blocked his way.

"Don't go! Old classmate, how can you be so disrespectful? I'm going to become the Martial King, and you'll be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life."

His two henchmen also surrounded him, forming a triangle that blocked Meng Xiaoshan in the middle.

"He Shoucheng, what exactly do you want?" Meng Xiaoshan's voice was very low.

"What are you doing?" He Shoucheng chuckled.

"Since you're already here, I'll do my best to be a good host. Just crawl in from here and you can leave."

He Shoucheng pointed to his crotch.

The henchmen also started laughing, their laughter grating.

Meng Xiaoshan clenched his fist tightly.

"If you want to get beaten up, I don't mind beating you up," Meng Xiaoshan squeezed out through gritted teeth.

"Oh ho! You dare to talk back?" He Shoucheng glared at Meng Xiaoshan and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You're a piece of trash, a piece of trash who couldn't even get into the academy, and you dare to talk back to me? Do you think this is still a private school? Let me tell you, if the teacher hadn't protected you earlier, I would have beaten you up already."

I can't stand your smug look.

"Your grandfather, your father, and you—your whole family is destined to be good-for-nothings!"

He Shoucheng outputs continuously.

"Try saying another bad word about my grandfather."

"So what if I told you? Your grandfather was a thief! A drunkard! A..."

"boom!"

Meng Xiaoshan punched He Shoucheng in the face.

That punch had the force of a cauldron, and it hit the bridge of his nose squarely.

He Shoucheng screamed and fell backward to the ground, blood gushing from his nose and smearing his face.

The two henchmen were so frightened that they took two steps back.

Meng Xiaoshan's chest heaved violently.

He threw that punch with all his might, but he knew that He Shoucheng had already approached the level of a body-tempering martial artist through drug use, and that this punch wouldn't hurt him.

Sure enough, He Shoucheng covered his nose and got up from the ground, his face covered in blood and his eyes bloodshot.

"You dare hit me?! You piece of trash, you dare hit me?! Guys, beat him to a pulp!"

The two henchmen exchanged a glance and rushed forward.

Although Meng Xiaoshan had good talent, he had never properly trained and only relied on brute force and anger to throw punches.

He Shoucheng's two henchmen, who had some martial arts skills, surrounded Meng Xiaoshan from the front and back.

The two threw punches at the same time.

Meng Xiaoshan parried left and right, then kicked one of them so hard he fell face-first into the dirt.

Another person attacked from behind, kicking Meng Xiaoshan in the stomach.

Despite the pain, Meng Xiaoshan gritted his teeth and fought back.

The three of them took turns punching and kicking each other.

Despite not having received systematic combat training, Meng Xiaoshan possessed exceptional talent and held his own against the combined attack of the three.

"Useless! Hit me! Hit me again!"

One person kicked Meng Xiaoshan in the stomach.

Meng Xiaoshan grunted and threw another punch at the people who were beating him.

"You think you're so tough! You think you can hit me! Who do you think you are? Who do you think your grandfather is!" Ignoring the bloodstains on his body, He Shoucheng continued to curse and charged forward.

"You trash from the Meng family, you dare to come to the Military Academy? You're not even as good as gatekeeper dogs!"

A number of new students had gathered around, pointing and whispering, but no one stepped forward.

In places like military academies, might makes right.

It's perfectly normal for a poor, newcomer from out of town to get beaten up by his fellow villagers.

Moreover, what they did was called mutual fighting, and the Military Academy's Discipline Department will ask them to go back.

"What are you doing!"

A calm voice came from outside the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

A young man in an upperclassman's uniform walked in. He was tall and straight, with a stern face and a silver badge pinned to his chest, the symbol of the Disciplinary Committee.

He is a second-year student and a member of the Discipline Department, so he must have already entered the Body Tempering Martial Artist realm.

"Brother Zhao, you're here!" He Shoucheng bowed and scraped, ignoring the bloodstains on his face.

Zhao Ting glanced at Meng Xiaoshan, who was covered in blood, then at He Shoucheng, whose face was also covered in blood, and frowned: "What happened?"

"This kid hit me first! Brother Zhao, look, my face is covered in his slaps! This kid isn't even a freshman, yet he's here causing trouble!"

He Shoucheng pointed to the blood on his face.

The other two henchmen quickly chimed in, "That's right, that's right, we were just helping out when we saw injustice."

"Brother Zhao, quickly cripple his leg and let him know that the Martial Arts Academy is not to be trifled with."

The onlookers were all talking about it.

"Not a freshman at the Military Academy?"

"That's it. This kid came to the military academy to cause trouble. Zhao Ting is no pushover."

"This boy is doomed. What a pity. I think he has good physical talent and is good at martial arts. If he's not a freshman at the martial arts academy, he's doomed."