"Senior Disciple Sister, that's what happened. This kid suddenly came to the boxing gym and said he wanted to become an official disciple. If the martial hall weren't short on people right now, I wouldn't have given him three months to prove himself. I never expected him to break through to Fourth Segment Fighter on his second day."
Inside the pavilion, Meng Cheng gave a detailed account of Lin Sheng's situation.
"At first, I worried he might be an Undercover Agent from the Heavy Peak Martial Hall. After investigating, I found he had no connection to them, so I formally accepted him. But when I taught him the Iron Body Skill today, he actually mastered the basics on the spot. The whole process took less than two hours."
"That's clearly abnormal. If he really had that kind of talent, how could he have only just become a Fourth Segment Fighter at nineteen..."
The short-haired, sharp-featured woman in the pavilion held her hands together, slowly tapping her fingers. She merely listened to Meng Cheng in silence, showing no intention of speaking.
"So, Senior Disciple Sister, something is clearly wrong with this kid. The martial hall is in turmoil right now. We can't afford any more disturbances. We must handle this carefully, lest we fall into someone else's schemes and traps."
At this point, Meng Cheng looked toward the short-haired woman, seemingly waiting for her decision.
Her gaze remained on the color photograph on the table. Only after a long while did she ask a question in return.
"How do you want to deal with him?"
Meng Cheng considered briefly before giving his answer.
"Either eliminate him or expel him from the martial hall. I lean toward the latter. Whatever secrets he carries, whatever his motives, they have nothing to do with