Battle Against a Future Xuanwu Academy Disciple, Twenty-Four Strands of Qi and Blood Unleashed!

The cheers beneath the arena had yet to die down when Lin Dong, standing at the front of the crowd, withdrew his gaze from Wang Yue. At last, a faint trace of barely perceptible approval crossed his impassive face.

His fingers rubbed the command token at his waist as he thought to himself, To possess such bearing in the Blood Condensation Realm, with fierce fists and a steady temperament—he truly is fine material.

Unfortunately, Ji Wuling is watching here. The Dragon Transformation Sect and the imperial court have always kept to their own wells and never crossed each other's rivers. If I rashly recruit him, I would only lose the initiative. After all, the rules had been set from the beginning.

He turned to the young man beside him. The youth was built like an iron tower, nearly half a head taller than ordinary martial artists, broad-shouldered and thick-backed. Standing there, he resembled a moving fortress. He was Wen He, Lin Dong's personal disciple.

Lin Dong raised a hand and patted Wen He on the shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of expectation. "Wen He, what do you think of him?"

Wen He spoke in a deep, booming voice like a great bell. "His Blood Qi is not weak, and his fists are hard enough. But compared to the battlefield killing moves Master taught me, he still lacks some polish."

A smile flashed through Lin Dong's eyes as he deliberately teased him. "He has condensed eighteen strands of Blood Qi, the same realm as you. Do you fear him?"

Wen He abruptly raised his head, his thick brows lifting as arrogance flashed in his eyes. "Why does Master not ask whether he fears me?"

"Ha ha ha ha!" Lin Dong laughed heartily and slapped his back. "Good lad! You have