Wolf Warrior

Late the next morning.

Shen Tianling ignored Liu Ruyan’s words completely and followed Li Yang upstairs to the second floor elite martial arts class.

The elite class classroom was extremely spacious—four times the size of an ordinary one—and was equipped with a variety of devices Shen Tianling had never seen before.

There were indeed a lot of machines, but compared to the martial arts training chamber in Xiao Yuer’s villa, it was like comparing a spark to a blazing sun.

His gaze shifted to the center of the classroom, where students were already lined up neatly in rows.

Shen Tianling silently moved to the back of the crowd.

He had entered through the back door.

“Ling-ge, aren’t you afraid Liu Ruyan won’t talk to you anymore after you slapped her like that?” Li Yang whispered beside him. “If you acted out of impulse, you should go apologize now.”

“Are you brain-damaged?” Shen Tianling shot back.

“Why the hell would I apologize to Liu Ruyan? That girl deserved a slap.”

Liu Ruyan had always treated the original host with outright abuse—verbal insults, bullying, and physical beatings were all common.

Feeling irritable? Beat Shen Tianling up.

Did badly on an exam? Beat Shen Tianling up.

Learned a new technique? Test it on Shen Tianling.

The original host had acted like a brain-dead simp, accepting everything without resistance—even lashing out at others who advised him to stop.

Thinking back on those times, Shen Tianling couldn’t help but scold himself:

“Was I some kind of masochist? Was she the only girl left in the world?”

Seeing that Shen Tianling truly had no feelings for Liu Ruyan anymore, Li Yang sighed in relief and said,

“Tonight, I’ll treat you to dinner. Consider it a celebration for finally shaking her off.”

Shen Tianling smiled and said nothing. He closed his eyes, standing silently in his spot, circulating the [Primordial Meditation Technique] within his body.

Soon after, a middle-aged man entered the classroom, carrying a black bag. He stepped onto the round platform and swept his gaze across the students. Eventually, his eyes landed on Shen Tianling at the back.

Shen Tianling happened to glance up and met his gaze.

“Jin Shiao?”

Shen Tianling was surprised.

The elite martial arts program was divided into three classes—one taught by Bai Mo, a retired martial artist; another by Zhang Hao, a graduate of the prestigious Linhai University; and the third, taught by the man staring at him now—Jin Shiao.

The first two had clean records, considered model martial artists in society.

Well… if we’re talking about “records,” that’s a different story.

Jin Shiao’s past deeds were even more infamous on campus than Shen Tianling’s reputation as the school’s top simp.

And Shen Tianling had witnessed it firsthand. That day, he had brought a homemade cake to pick up Liu Ruyan and stumbled upon something jaw-dropping at the school gate.

Jin Shiao was holding Su Yong by the collar like a dead chicken in one hand, while the other held a wooden staff, which he was using to beat Liu Ruyan over and over.

A teacher beating students in public?

No, no—it was an outstanding educator cleansing his students of sin.

The incident had started when a student in the elite class was slandered and ganged up on by Liu Ruyan and her two lackeys. After the attack, instead of remorse, Liu Ruyan and Su Yong brazenly dumped the unconscious student like trash in front of Jin Shiao.

Shen Tianling had been speechless. He could never understand where Liu Ruyan’s delusional confidence came from—like the world couldn’t spin without her.

The memory remained vivid. At the time, the original host had clearly lost all sense of reason. Seeing Liu Ruyan get hit, he almost charged in—but was stopped dead in his tracks by a single glance from Jin Shiao.

“Thinking about it now, the original host really was an idiot,” Shen Tianling muttered under his breath.

Had he rushed in, it wouldn’t have been just Su Yong and Liu Ruyan getting beaten—he’d have been included as a bonus.

Afterward…

Jin Shiao had sat calmly on a stone bench after beating them, smoking a cigarette in complete silence.

What was he waiting for?

An apology from the Liu family.

Yes—it was that absurd.

Shen Tianling was sure he remembered it right.

Once Jin Shiao confirmed no students were missing, he swept his gaze across the room and said in a deep voice,

“Alright, we’ll skip the basic training for today.”

“Now, rest and adjust for thirty minutes. I’ll begin a preliminary assessment for each of you afterward.”

He smiled faintly as he looked at the students.

“Since we’ve got a new transfer student in class, I, as your instructor, need to get to know each of you properly.”

With that said, Jin Shiao turned and left.

“Transfer student?”

“It must be Shen Tianling, the one Mr. Jin mentioned yesterday.”

“Probably. But have you heard why someone that strong was still stuck in a regular class?”

“Because of that Liu Ruyan, obviously. Didn’t she get demoted after that incident? Shen Tianling’s a textbook simp.”

“Simp? That guy’s more like a war dog!” the students whispered excitedly among themselves.

【Several classmates have taken a strong interest in you. Reputation +500】

Shen Tianling lowered his head and quietly accepted the reputation points.

What could he explain?

That he wasn’t actually a simp?

He might as well spend the time meditating.

To him, everything in this world could be false—except the power of his fists. His strength was the only thing he could truly rely on.

Seeing Shen Tianling staying silent, Li Yang tactfully shut his mouth and began preparing for the assessment.

Inside the classroom, each student retrieved a weapon from the armory behind the racks—selecting what suited them best.

The majority picked spears, swords, or sabers—mainstream choices.

In this era, every student was issued one or two unsharpened cold weapons for training. Most chose the classics—sabers, swords, spears—while a few opted for axes, halberds, or staffs.

The “initial assessment” Jin Shiao mentioned was essentially a physical evaluation—followed by a skill test, where students would score themselves.

Clang—

Shen Tianling followed suit and selected a weapon from the shared rack: a black spear nearly three meters long and weighing about five kilograms.

He had never used sabers, swords, or sticks—only the spear was something he had any understanding of.

Why?

Because the training mode had been brutal but effective. At the very least, it was useful now.

Shen Tianling glanced at his system panel’s stats:

【Spear Skill Level: Stage 3 (30%)】

Stage 3, beginner level—that already placed him among the top-tier.

“Ling-ge, you better take this seriously. Teacher Jin supervises this skill assessment personally,” Li Yang warned.

“What, did he give you special tutoring or something?” Shen Tianling chuckled.

“Worse than tutoring!” Li Yang shuddered. “He gives 1-on-1 ‘lessons’ to anyone who scores too low.”

“I’m confident in my spear skills,” Shen Tianling replied casually, stretching his arms.

The pain from training mode wasn’t fake—that was built on thousands of deaths. If he couldn’t even pass a simple skill assessment…

Then he might as well bash his head in with a tofu brick.