"Freshman?"
"Wow, such a well-proportioned figure. So handsome."
"Five minutes. I want all of this junior's information on my desk!"
Everyone looked toward Shi Yan. The boys frowned, danger flashing in their eyes, while the girls' eyes lit up with interest.
"Shi Yan, right? Are you sure you want to challenge Lu Jian'an?"
The blue-clad young man before Shi Yan stopped smiling and confirmed Shi Yan's identity again.
He really was a freshman, but he wanted to challenge Lu Jian'an...
He turned his head toward Arena Two.
There, a young man was gripping a girl by the neck as though he were holding a chick in one hand. He then threw several punches into her abdomen, only stopping when blood spilled from her mouth.
This was Lu Jian'an. Man or woman, anyone who stepped onto the stage would suffer his brutal beating.
In today's arena matches alone, he had already savagely beaten ten freshmen.
"Go back and study for another two years, Junior Student Sister."
At that moment, Lu Jian'an on the stage gave a savage grin and tossed the girl in his hand off the arena as though throwing away a dead dog.
His actions immediately ignited the freshmen's fury, and cries of condemnation rose without end.
Unfortunately, it was useless. Lu Jian'an even enjoyed such angry curses, because...
A bunch of freshmen could do nothing to him.
"Freshman Shi Yan challenges Arena Two!"
The blue-clad young man shouted loudly, drawing Lu Jian'an's attention at once.
Lu Jian'an swept his gaze over and fixed it on Shi Yan.
Like a big gray wolf locking onto a little white lamb.
Shi Yan raised his eyes and sized him up.
He was tall and powerfully built, with gloomy eyes and long hair hanging loose in disarray. The curve of his lips carried a faint trace of madness.
Any other freshman might have been intimidated by that look.
Shi Yan clearly was not. Compared to the demonic beasts that went mad on the verge of death, Lu Jian'an's gaze still fell short.
Besides, this Senior did not seem all that strong.
In Shi Yan's perception, the other man had at most two hundred cards of Blood Vitality.
Still, it made sense when he thought about it. The average time for Magic Martial University students to undergo their First Metamorphosis was seven and a half months. In other words, most people only began cultivating the breathing technique near the end of their first academic year.
Second-year students had only truly cultivated for a few months.
Being able to reach around two hundred cards meant Lu Jian'an had probably already surpassed most people.
Meeting his gaze, Shi Yan entered the inner ring and stepped onto Arena Two.
Arena Two was a full circle larger than Number One, with a diameter of twelve meters.
It was a circular platform with no railings around it. Getting knocked off the stage meant defeat.
"I heard from the people below that you wanted to have a match with me?"
Lu Jian'an snorted through his nostrils, his voice carrying thirty percent anger, thirty percent disdain, and forty percent mockery.
"Didn't you take any cultural studies? Don't know how to use words properly?"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior. My liberal arts grades are pretty good." Shi Yan walked toward the center and stopped five meters in front of Lu Jian'an.
"I have a move called Blazing Palm. I've practiced it for two and a half years. I ask Senior for guidance."
As he spoke, he even politely nodded to Lu Jian'an.
The way he looked was enough to make anyone want to punch him.
What was even more punchable was his next sentence:
"Oh, right. Senior just finished a match. Do you need to rest for a while? I wouldn't want people saying I won unfairly."
"Heh~ Junior Shi Yan, is it? I've seen arrogant freshmen, but I've never seen one as arrogant as you."
Lu Jian'an was so angry he laughed.
He was talking about victory before they had even started. Even Zhang Yunya had not been this wild back then.
He had decided. He would teach this Shi Yan a proper lesson until someone had to carry him away!
"Junior, I don't need a rest. Come at me with everything you've got. Today, Senior will teach you how to behave."
"Alright!"
Shi Yan answered seriously. Then his feet exploded with force, and like a cannonball fired from its barrel, he shot straight at Lu Jian'an.
The moment he closed in, his fist, carrying tremendous power, blasted out.
"Trifling tricks!"
Lu Jian'an's disdain deepened. He casually raised a palm to meet it.
He called it Blazing Palm, yet he was using a fist. Bringing a three-year-old's trick here—
One word: ridiculous.
But very quickly, Lu Jian'an could no longer laugh.
The instant his palm touched the fist, Shi Yan's arm shook. A massive force condensed into his fist, causing the already swift punch to accelerate once more.
Thrusting Punch!
Lu Jian'an's expression changed. He immediately recognized it as a common D-Class fist technique.
At the same time, he was deeply surprised. Shi Yan had executed this simple Thrusting Punch with the consummate mastery of an old fist master.
Fortunately, he had not spent the previous academic year learning for nothing. He reacted instantly, stacking his other hand over the first and using both palms to block Shi Yan's strike.
Only by doing so could he avoid having the web between his thumb and forefinger shattered by Shi Yan's suddenly amplified punch.
However, just as he thought he was about to endure tremendous force, Shi Yan's fist instantly shed all its strength, making his two palms feel as though they had struck a ball of soft cotton.
That wretched sensation was so stifling it made one want to vomit blood.
But that was not the most crucial part. At the instant both his hands struck out, Shi Yan's freed hand swept over.
A crisp slap rang out.
Lu Jian'an froze. The surrounding shouts vanished in an instant, and even the people on the other four arenas stopped fighting and turned toward Arena Two in unison.
Lu Jian'an had been slapped?!!
A slap to the face in public!
The next second, the entire scene erupted. All kinds of cries and discussions burst forth, while the freshmen, afraid the chaos was not big enough, shouted loudly in support.
On the arena, Lu Jian'an's face burned with pain.
It had already swollen red.
Every sound from below the stage was like a sharp thorn, stabbing viciously into his heart.
Utter humiliation, utter humiliation!!
"Kid, you're courting death!"
Rage flooded his mind. Lu Jian'an's hands turned into a skyful of claw shadows that enveloped Shi Yan.
The next second.
The skyful of claw shadows vanished, and Lu Jian'an spun as he flew backward.
When he finally steadied himself, another palm print had appeared on his other cheek, swelling red at rapid speed.
He had been slapped again!
The people below immediately gaped, their faces filled with shock.
If Shi Yan's first strike had been luck, then this one had been hard, undeniable strength!
But the key was that Shi Yan was only a first-year student.
Could Zhang Yunya's record be broken by Shi Yan?
"Senior, you're so slow. With that speed, why did you even come to Magic Martial University? Go back and find a factory where you can screw bolts properly."
Shi Yan's airy sentence instantly pushed the mockery to its limit.
Lu Jian'an staggered back while clutching his face, disbelief filling his eyes. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
He had felt tremendous force in Shi Yan's slap. That was not something a freshman could possibly unleash.
But soon, his shock was drowned by fury. The spectators' jeers and ridicule below the stage drove him out of his mind.
"Shi Yan, I'm going to kill you!"
A pair of energy chicken claws covered his hands, their sharpness shooting forth along with his Blood Vitality.
He was going to tear Shi Yan's body to shreds!
With a Blood Qi Burst, Lu Jian'an's body charged toward Shi Yan.
But the next moment, his body seemed to crash into an unyielding wall. He was then sent flying back viciously, rolled several times, and fell off the arena.
"This..."
The sudden scene stunned many people.
A mysterious force had intervened. Was someone helping Shi Yan?
"Trash! You used an ability just to fight a freshman."
Very quickly, a voice reminded everyone.
The upper-year side was not allowed to use abilities!
"Shi Yan wins!"
At that moment, another somewhat displeased voice rang out, announcing the end of the battle.
The scene fell quiet for a moment before the freshmen erupted with tsunami-like cheers of excitement.
A freshman had actually won!
Over all these years, Zhang Yunya had only ever managed to draw with her opponent.
And now, her record had been broken!
Unlike everyone else's excitement, Shi Yan's brows were slightly furrowed.
[Defeated a Second Tier Martial Artist. Martial Virtue Points +16]
He was somewhat disappointed. The Martial Virtue Points provided by a Second Tier Martial Artist were a little too few.
Of course, perhaps it was because Lu Jian'an had not used his ability and was not particularly strong.
Just as he was about to continue with the next battle, a new prompt suddenly made him pause.
[Defeated a Second Tier Martial Artist, promoted martial virtue. Martial Virtue Points +1] [Defeated a Second Tier Martial Artist, promoted martial virtue. Martial Virtue Points +1]
A total of seven prompts appeared in succession, increasing his Martial Virtue Points by seven.
Shi Yan swept his gaze over the many spectators below the stage, and a guess arose in his heart: if others saw him beat people up, he could also gain Martial Virtue Points—and the more people who saw it, the more Martial Virtue Points he gained!?
It seemed that was exactly the case.
His eyes lit up. Then he said in a deep voice, "Who else?"
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