The young man's scornful words were like cold water splashed into boiling oil, exploding across the Training Ground in an instant.
Chen Yin had always been hot-tempered. How could she endure such blatant contempt to her face?
Her willow brows shot up as she stepped forward and pointed at the young man, shouting:
"Hey! You, whatever your name is! Stop looking down on people! Want to fight? This young lady will fight you!"
As she spoke, she spread into a stance, eager to give it a try.
Yet the young man merely cast Chen Yin a lazy glance and shook his head.
His expression remained arrogant, his tone carrying the air of someone passing judgment from on high:
"Your breath is floating, your force is loose. You? You're still not worthy of fighting me."
"You!" Chen Yin's pretty face flushed crimson with fury. "Stop looking down on people!"
However, the young man paid no heed to her anger, as though he had merely brushed away a buzzing fly.
His gaze swept over the entire grounds, taking in the martial arts school disciples who stared at him in anger or astonishment.
The corner of his mouth lifted faintly, as if he were announcing something utterly ordinary:
"I am now a Second-grade Martial Artist."
The moment those words fell, it was like thunder striking level ground!
The entire Training Ground instantly fell deathly silent. A needle dropping could have been heard.
A Second-grade Martial Artist?!
At his age, he was probably only around twenty, wasn't he? Yet he had already stabilized his qi and blood and stepped into the realm of the second grade?!
Disbelief filled the faces of many disciples.
Among them, many had yet to even touch the threshold of the first grade, while this young man, who was roughly