He had burst onto the scene.
Unmatched by anyone.
Everyone knew what this young man's string of achievements meant.
No one had ever done such things before.
Yet before Lin Yan, they seemed utterly ordinary.
He had only become a martial artist ten days ago, yet in those ten days, he had created miracle after miracle.
Given a little more time.
Perhaps he would not need much time at all. Just how far would he grow?
Even if it was Hong or Thunder God, they had already completely surpassed everyone else on Earth, reaching a realm that could only be admired from afar and never touched.
Yet even they had never displayed such extraordinary talent.
What was even more astounding was that, at just eighteen—the age when one should have been young, arrogant, and overbearing—Lin Yan possessed such composure.
Neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither servile nor overbearing.
Other than time, Jia Yi could find no obstacle on him that could prevent him from becoming a powerhouse.
He pondered for a moment.
Then said, "Zhu Xi and Lin Yan, stay behind. The rest of you may leave first."
He then looked at the captain in charge of the review records. "Wait a moment. There's still something to discuss."
Hearing this, everyone knew Jia Yi intended to discuss matters concerning Lin Yan with Zhu Xi and that it was inconvenient for others to hear. They all withdrew.
As Jiang Long left, he turned back for one last look at Lin Yan, whose features were refined and whose stance was as straight as a spear, and sighed inwardly.
He was about to transform into a dragon.
For the military to produce such a figure, it would be inexcusable not to do everything possible to nurture him.
Only after seeing that they had all