The public: Shattering a star with a single punch, and you call that a martial artist?

Wang Jianming smiled knowingly at Wang Feng: "You're waiting for Lin Shiyao, aren't you?"

"Ahem..." Wang Feng coughed twice. You're a principal, why don't you care about the students' growth, instead you're getting into gossip!

Suddenly, Wang Feng felt a murderous gaze lock onto him, making his hair stand on end. He turned his head and saw Lin Zhendong looking at him with a gloomy expression.

Goodness gracious! Lin Shiyao's father is Lin Zhendong!

Wang Jianming and Lin Zhendong were old classmates. Lin Zhendong had said to him more than once how sensible Lin Shiyao was and how much she cared about him as her father, which made Wang Jianming, who only had one son, extremely angry. So what if you have a daughter!

Seeing Lin Zhendong's expression, Wang Jianming thought to himself that he had finally gotten his revenge. Now his daughter was being targeted by someone else and had broken her defenses!

Wang Jianming, always eager for a good show, enthusiastically introduced Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, let me introduce you. This is Lin Zhendong, Lin Shiyao's father. You probably don't know him yet, right?"

How could I not know the father of the sugar daddy!

Lin Zhendong's cold and scrutinizing gaze made Wang Feng feel extremely uncomfortable. Wang Feng couldn't help but swallow, his face slightly bitter: "Hello, Uncle Lin."

Lin Zhendong nodded expressionlessly: "Wang Feng, right? You're not bad, kid."

Lin Zhendong patted Wang Feng's shoulder forcefully.

Wang Feng felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, as if a thousand-pound weight had been placed on it. His expression changed slightly, but his body remained as straight as a pine tree without swaying at all.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Zhendong's eyes. Although his slap was simple, it used the power of a level 10 professional. Although it would not cause any harm to Wang Feng, it would definitely make Wang Feng feel pain for a while. He wanted to warn Wang Feng, but he did not expect that Wang Feng's expression would only change slightly and he would not be hurt.

Moreover, the feel of this slap was off; it didn't feel like a soft shoulder being slapped, but rather like a hard rock.

In the early stages of a fighter's development, it's necessary to hone one's physical strength. But how could a level 6 fighter possibly compete with a level 10 professional?

Something's off with Wang Feng.

These thoughts flashed through Lin Zhendong's mind. Just as he was about to test Wang Feng's abilities again, Wang Feng had already taken a step back.

"Uncle Lin, you're busy, I'll go rest for a bit." After saying that, Wang Feng didn't wait for Lin Zhendong to go home and quickly ran to the side.

Wang Feng stretched his shoulders slightly, thinking to himself, "This old man is really ruthless. I have no relationship with your daughter. If I don't leave now, won't I have to bear the heavy burden of Lin Zhendong's fatherly love?"

Lin Zhendong watched Wang Feng's retreating figure, his gaze deep: "This kid is interesting."

Wang Jianming chuckled and said, "What? You've taken a liking to Wang Feng?"

Lin Zhendong's face immediately darkened: "Get out of here!" He snorted and walked to the side, ignoring Wang Jianming.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon. Ten hours later, the students came out in twos and threes, their faces full of fatigue, but their eyes full of excitement.

The feeling of hunting monsters with their own hands fascinated and excited these students. After all, real combat was much more exciting than listening to teachers talk about theoretical knowledge in the classroom.

The students' parents and teachers who were waiting nearby immediately surrounded them, showering them with concern and care.

Check if your child is injured, and ask them with concern what level they have advanced to.

Most of these students advanced to level 3, and the teacher nodded in satisfaction; the results were quite good.

About twelve hours later, Lin Shiyao and Zhao Jiang also came out of the dungeon. Lin Shiyao was spotless and had a warm smile on her face. She didn't seem to have gone to the dungeon to level up, but rather to have a trip.

Zhao Jiang was covered in blood and his face was filthy, but his eyes were very bright.

When Lin Zhendong saw Lin Shiyao come out, he quickly walked over.

Zhao Jiang quickly greeted, "Hello, Uncle Lin."

Lin Zhendong simply nodded to Zhao Jiang without saying a word, and asked Lin Shiyao with concern, "Shiyao, how was it in the dungeon? Were you injured?"

Zhao Jiang quickly replied, "Uncle Lin, don't worry. With me protecting Shiyao, she didn't even get a scratch."

"Zhao Jiang, thank you," Lin Zhendong said politely.

Zhao Jiang said happily, "This is what I should do."

"Shiyao, what level are you?"

Lin Shiyao said, "Level 6."

Lin Zhendong's eyes lit up: "Great! Level 6! Not bad, not bad!"

Lin Shiyao was able to reach level 6 thanks to Zhao Jiang. In the early stages, Zhao Jiang gave all his experience points to Lin Shiyao, helping her level up by at least one and a half levels. Otherwise, she would only be level 5 at most now.

"This is all thanks to Zhao Jiang's help," Lin Shiyao mentioned.

Zhao Jiang had worked so hard to kill so many monsters for Lin Shiyao, all for the sake of hearing this. So he pressed his advantage and said, "Shiyao, I did this willingly. Don't feel guilty."

"By the way, let's have dinner together tonight to celebrate our successful upgrade!"

Lin Shiyao said, "I have something to do at home tonight, so I can't go out." Then she smiled and looked at Lin Zhendong, "Right? Dad?"

Lin Zhendong immediately nodded in understanding: "Yes, I still have things to do at home. Xiao Zhao, you've been busy all day, you must be tired. Go back, take a shower and change your clothes, and keep up the good work tomorrow."

Undeterred by the failed dinner invitation, Zhao Jiang was quite satisfied with his performance that day, at least leaving a good impression on Lin Shiyao: "I'll change my clothes later; Wang Feng and I still have things to take care of!"

"Wang Feng?" Lin Zhendong was slightly taken aback.

Zhao Jiang asked, "Does Uncle Lin also know Wang Feng?"

"I just heard from your Principal Wang that he only stayed in the dungeon for six hours before coming out. That speed has already broken the school's record," Lin Zhendong chuckled.

Zhao Jiang laughed heartily: "I knew that good-for-nothing wasted his time. He came out in six hours, probably not even reaching level 2 yet. I'm definitely winning this time!"

Finally having outmaneuvered Wang Feng, Zhao Jiang excitedly looked around, asking, "Where's that kid? Did he run away?"

Lin Zhendong patted Zhao Jiang on the shoulder and pointed to where Wang Feng was: "He's over there."

Following the direction Lin Zhendong pointed, Zhao Jiang indeed saw Wang Feng standing alone to one side. Unlike the lively scene here, Wang Feng was all alone, his solitary figure seemingly filled with loneliness and desolation.

Zhao Jiang said to Lin Zhendong, "Uncle, I'm going over there for a moment."

Seeing Zhao Jiang walk towards Wang Feng, Lin Shiyao wanted to follow, but Lin Zhendong stopped her: "Why are you going to follow him?"

"That Zhao Jiang is so smug, I wonder how he'll try to humiliate Wang Feng," Lin Shiyao scoffed.

Lin Shiyao was very anxious. "Didn't I give the defensive equipment to Wang Feng? We don't need to worry about the monsters' attacks in the dungeon. How come you came out in just a few hours? I'm so angry!"