"Die!"
As Lu Chuan blasted the last Third Rank Martial Artist of the Heavenly Principle Cult to death, the battle within Thunderclap Martial Hall temporarily came to an end.
Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Lu Chuan could not muster the slightest trace of pity for some reason.
"Could it be that I've already adapted to this world so quickly?"
Lu Chuan revealed a bitter smile. Adapting was good—only by adapting could he survive.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Just then, a burst of applause sounded outside the martial hall.
Immediately afterward, a woman in tight-fitting clothes, with a graceful figure and a scar on her face, strolled inside.
"Worthy of being Lin City's number one prodigy. You truly are impressive."
"What a pity..."
"If you were Fourth Rank, the Heavenly Principle Cult's plans today might truly have come to nothing."
"But you are only Third Rank."
"A mere Third Rank cannot change the outcome!"
As the last word fell, the woman suddenly darted forward. At some point, a dagger had appeared in her hand, stabbing straight at Lu Chuan.
In the woman's eyes, Lu Chuan was merely Third Rank.
She, on the other hand, was a Fourth-rank Martial Artist.
In this clash, the advantage was hers. Lu Chuan was undoubtedly dead.
"Does being a Fourth-rank Martial Artist mean you've already won?"
Facing the woman's fierce charge, Lu Chuan's expression remained unchanged. With a flip of his right hand, a dragon's roar rang out.
"Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm!"
"Roar!!!"
Lu Chuan shouted coldly and threw out a fierce palm strike.
At once, a phantom divine dragon emerged behind Lu Chuan. As it twisted and darted, it transformed into a palm imprint three feet wide!
The palm imprint tore through the air and shot toward the woman!
"Not good!"
The woman's expression changed. She hurriedly withdrew her dagger and crossed her arms before her, intending to withstand the fierce palm imprint head-on.
Bang!
A thunderous crash rang out. Like a bird with broken wings, the woman plummeted headfirst and slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
"Pfft!"
The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale and filled with terror. "Impossible!"
"You're only a Third Rank Martial Artist. How could you possibly be my opponent?!"
There was an extremely obvious gap between Third Rank and Fourth Rank.
Even geniuses found it difficult to cross that chasm and defeat a Fourth-Rank Expert beyond their level.
"Nothing more to it. You're simply too weak!"
After delivering that line with maximum swagger, Lu Chuan suddenly lunged forward and struck his palm into the woman's chest, ending her life completely.
"Damn it!"
Just then, two more Fourth-Rank Experts darted in from outside the martial hall.
When they saw the woman's corpse, their pupils contracted. After exchanging a glance, they attacked Lu Chuan together.
"Just what I wanted!"
Facing two Fourth-Rank Experts, Lu Chuan was utterly fearless. As his palms danced, palm imprints appeared one after another in the air and swept toward the Fourth-Rank Experts.
For a time, the two Fourth-Rank Experts found it difficult to fend them off and were forced back step by step.
The sight left the students completely dumbfounded.
You three—who exactly was the Third Rank Martial Artist, and who were the Fourth-rank Martial Artists?
However, even though Lu Chuan had the two of them pinned down, they were still Fourth-Rank Experts, their strength unfathomably deep. Even for Lu Chuan, dealing with them was somewhat difficult.
For a time, the three were locked in a stalemate, with none able to do anything to the others.
"Splendid! Splendid!"
Just as the three had exchanged more than a hundred moves, a sinister voice came from outside.
Then, Liu Jian walked in step by step, carrying Lin Zhen in one hand.
His eyes were fixed tightly on Lu Chuan, filled with admiration.
"Kid, I'll give you a chance. As long as you join the Heavenly Principle Cult, I will not only spare your life, but also recommend you to the cult's higher-ups."
"At that time, even Ninth Rank would not be impossible."
Liu Jian actually wanted to recruit Lu Chuan!
In an instant, everyone focused their gaze on Lu Chuan.
Refuse to surrender, and he would die!
Surrender, and he would be hunted by the Dragon Kingdom for the rest of his life.
What choice would Lu Chuan make?
Lu Chuan did not answer. Instead, he stared fixedly at Lin Zhen in Liu Jian's hand.
Seeing this, Liu Jian froze for a moment before lifting Lin Zhen up. "Are you worried about him?"
"Don't worry. A Fifth-Rank Martial Artist won't die so easily."
"And this is the famous Lin Family Fierce Tiger. How could I bear to kill him?"
"I'll take him and you to the Heavenly Principle Cult together, so that you may fight for Heavenly Principle!"
"So, can you tell me your answer now?"
Looking at Liu Jian before him, Lu Chuan suddenly laughed. "Hahaha..."
"A Ninth Rank position—what an enticing offer."
"Unfortunately, I refuse!"
At those words, Liu Jian's expression instantly turned cold. "Since you refuse, then die for me!"
As his words fell, Liu Jian sent a palm strike toward Lu Chuan.
At once, Lu Chuan felt a tremendous terror descend upon him. He wanted to evade, only to discover that he could not even move.
So this is a Sixth-Rank Expert?
Damn it!
Why hasn't Azure Dragon Academy's reinforcements arrived yet? If they don't come soon, I'll die.
"A mere Sixth-Rank Martial Artist dares to spout such wild words. Someone who didn't know better might think you were some True King."
Suddenly, a bright and hearty laugh echoed through the area.
Immediately afterward, a young man dressed in white appeared before Lu Chuan.
The instant the young man appeared, a terrifying aura enveloped everyone.
Sensing that aura, Liu Jian's face filled with horror. "N-Ninth Rank!"
"Not bad eyesight."
"As your reward, I grant you death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man lightly flicked his right index finger. A bloody hole instantly appeared in Liu Jian's forehead, and he fell straight backward, never to show another sign of life.
A Ninth Rank expert was terrifying indeed!
With just one move, he had instantly killed Liu Jian!
Looking at the young man before him, Lu Chuan's heart burned with passion.
So this is the existence of Ninth Rank? One day, I too will become an expert like this!
"What? Were you frightened?"
The young man slowly turned around. After looking Lu Chuan up and down, satisfaction rose in his eyes, and he teased him.
Lu Chuan abruptly came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Greetings, Senior!"
"Why call me Senior? You're making me sound old. My name is Chu Feng. Just call me Brother Feng." Chu Feng spoke with a carefree grin.
"I never expected the governor to have such great influence that he could even invite a Ninth Rank expert." Lu Chuan said subconsciously.
A Ninth Rank expert!
The strongest beings in the eyes of ordinary people!
Such an existence had actually come to rescue a tiny city like Lin City.
"The academy originally intended to send several Seventh Rank students to rescue you."
"But I happened to be out on business, so I took this task along the way," Chu Feng explained.
So that was it.
Lu Chuan nodded. That made it unsurprising.
"Alright, keep an eye on these people. I'll go wipe out the remaining Heavenly Principle Cult members in one sweep."
With that, Chu Feng vanished like a wisp of green smoke.
Not long afterward, screams began rising outside one after another.
It seemed the battle was about to end.
Thinking of this, Lu Chuan let out a sigh of relief, then could not help wondering whether his performance would catch Azure Dragon Academy's eye.
If he could be admitted to Azure Dragon Academy, that would be better than anything.
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