"Mm, this was the neighborhood—Xingfu Garden Residential Area."
"Outer district, old building."
A trace of disdain flashed through Ying Cong's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
The main purpose of his trip was to confirm something.
Whether the youngster he had humiliatingly driven out of the trial camp days ago was truly the same youngster from the Starry Sky Combat Network.
Although the youngster in that footage was unmistakably real.
He still refused to believe it, and did not dare believe it!
He had issued a military pledge before Vice Principal Xiang Shan.
With his Spirit Stream Realm Peak Stage strength, he easily found Building 101, Unit 3, Room 702, based on the information Ye Fan had previously entered.
"You dead bitch, did you find someone outside behind my back?"
"You've got some nerve! Watch me choke you to death!"
Ying Cong's spiritual senses were far sharper than those of ordinary people.
Even through the old security door, he could still hear every movement inside the apartment with perfect clarity.
The woman's shrill cries intertwined with the man's curses and beating.
There was even—
A thick stench of alcohol drifting out through the crack in the door.
Ying Cong frowned slightly and checked the information Ye Fan had once entered again.
That was right. This was the place.
"I'll ask."
Ying Cong knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hearing someone knock outside, the sounds of cursing and beating inside temporarily paused.
Creak.
Then, a bald middle-aged man reeking of alcohol opened the door.
The instant it opened—
Their eyes met.
Especially Ying Cong's lofty, faintly contemptuous gaze—it instantly reignited the bald man's fury.
"Let me ask you—"
Ying Cong wanted to inquire about Ye Fan.
"Ask your mother! You hook-nosed bastard, you're that slut's lover, aren't you? You dare seduce my woman? I'll snap your neck—"
A heavy reek of alcohol, mixed with a nauseating sour stench—
Rushed straight at him.
Of course, Ying Cong had never expected—
That an ordinary mortal would dare lay hands on him.
Creak.
In an instant, his neck was viciously gripped by the bald brute.
"You're courting death!"
Already in a foul mood, Ying Cong flew into a rage.
Bang!
A knee strike, followed by a kick that sent the bald brute flying into the apartment.
Crack...
Furniture and cabinets shattered everywhere. The bald brute who had once harassed Ye Ling spat out blood, his life or death unknown.
"Hmph."
With a cold snort, a fierce glint flashed through Ying Cong's eyes.
That mortal had provoked him just now.
It seemed he had struck a little too heavily.
Under Huaxia law, Martial Warriors could not attack mortals without cause, or they would face severe punishment.
After all, if Martial Warriors could casually attack mortals, it would bring disaster.
Thus, in that instant, evil rose from Ying Cong's heart.
He considered whether he should dispose of the woman inside as well.
"She probably didn't see me clearly. I can't stay here long!"
"Damn Ye Fan, he actually gave a fake address!"
Within a few breaths, Ying Cong vanished into the corridor.
Leaving behind only the woman's terrified wails in the cramped space on the seventh floor...
At the same time.
At the Jiangning City Star Martial Hall office.
Martial Arts Mastery increased: Tier 2 Spear Technique (5%), Tier 2 Fist Technique (3%). Spear Intent Seed (35%). Vitality Value: 258.
After a collision, Ye Fan and Captain Leng Feng separated.
"Awesome."
Ye Fan let out a long cry.
Because the information appearing before his eyes showed—
His Tier 2 Spear Technique, Fist Technique, and Spear Intent Seed had all increased by 2% to 3%.
Even his vitality had risen by 2 points through practical combat training.
And this was after only two hours of sparring with Captain Leng Feng.
"What a little madman."
A rare smile appeared on Leng Feng's slightly dark face.
He rarely admired, much less respected, young Martial Warriors.
But he found himself somewhat impressed by Ye Fan before him.
After such intense combat, ordinary Martial Warriors would have long since collapsed from exhaustion.
His Vitality Value exceeded one thousand, after all.
Ye Fan's was only a little over two hundred, barely a quarter of his.
Yet even he was slightly out of breath and breaking into a light sweat.
And still—
The youngster before him had engaged in practical sparring with him for two whole hours!
What terrifying physical qualities and strength of will!
"Heh, thanks for the compliment, Captain."
"I gained a lot today. I'll transfer the Martial Hall Points to you later."
Ye Fan slumped onto the ground. Sweat had soaked through his clothes, yet his smile was brilliant.
For someone like Captain Leng Feng, the hourly rate was five hundred Martial Hall Points.
Of course, Leng Feng was only willing to act as a sparring partner because he thought highly of Ye Fan.
Otherwise—
If Ye Fan applied for a sparring partner through the Martial Hall, the cost would be even higher, and the partner might not even suit him.
Moreover, many high-level Martial Warriors were unwilling to serve as sparring partners for lower-level ones.
At least in a place like Jiangning City—
There were already not many Martial Warriors capable of serving as Ye Fan's sparring partners.
"Fine, no rush. Go wash up. You look like you've been fished out of the water."
Leng Feng said with a smile.
Ye Fan flipped over and hurried off to take a shower.
The moment he came out, an unfamiliar number appeared on his Martial Artist Watch.
"Hello, is this Ye Fan? I'm Teacher Ying, a recruitment teacher from Jiangnan Martial University.
Where are you now? Let's meet."
Ying Cong suppressed his anger as he spoke to Ye Fan.
Ever since he had driven this kid out of the trial camp, his bad luck seemed to have come one after another.
Ying Cong naturally did not stew in his own misery.
He blamed all of it on Ye Fan.
"Oh? That Teacher Ying?"
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, knowingly asking the question.
Back then, that hook-nosed teacher had been so cold and heartless.
Even now, Ye Fan had not forgotten that icy, mocking, disdainful gaze.
"Yes, Teacher Ying, who hosted the Jiangnan Martial University Trial Camp.
Where are you? I'll come find you."
Ying Cong said.
At those words, Ye Fan's eyes shifted.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.
Back then, you ignored me as if I were beneath notice. Today, I'll make you regret it beyond measure.
Ye Fan intended to meet this Teacher Ying in person.
Thus, the two agreed to meet by the river, not far from the Star Martial Hall office.
When Ye Fan had showered, gotten himself feeling fresh and comfortable, and hurried over—
He saw a hook-nosed man with a gloomy expression waiting there.
The moment Ying Cong saw Ye Fan, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Because he actually sensed a faint trace of danger from Ye Fan.
How was that possible?
Just days ago—
This fellow had merely been a piece of trash with a Vitality Value of around fifty.
How could he possibly make a Spirit Stream Realm Peak Stage Martial Warrior like Ying Cong, whose Vitality Value exceeded 1,800, feel even a trace of danger?
In an instant, Ying Cong guessed that this fellow before him had definitely obtained some extraordinary great opportunity.
Jealousy surged in his heart.
Moreover, the youngster who had achieved thirty consecutive victories on the Starry Sky Combat Network and even defeated a seed contestant of Martial Dominion now overlapped with the youngster before him.
"Ye Fan, I admit that I misjudged you that day. To show my sincerity, I came specially today to invite you to join Jiangnan Martial University."
Ying Cong spread his arms, welcoming Ye Fan.
Ye Fan sneered at those words.
"Sorry, but today, I'm no longer interested in Jiangnan Martial University."
Ye Fan shook his head.
Jiangnan Martial University had once been the sacred martial arts ground of his dreams.
But this hook-nosed man before him had brutally driven him out of the trial camp.
Fortunately, heaven never sealed off every road. Disaster had turned into fortune, and he had obtained the Sign-in Epiphany System.
And now, his goal was the Three Top Martial Arts Academies of Huaxia!
"I know you may be angry with me, and I apologize to you.
To show my sincerity, I brought Jiangnan Martial University's A-Rank Cultivation Contract this time.
As long as you sign it, you'll become one of Jiangnan Martial University's most elite, most core students.
The entire school's resources will be tilted toward you. At Jiangnan Martial University, all eyes will be on you."
Ying Cong painted a grand picture.
Because he was more than ninety percent certain that Ye Fan before him was the dual genius of the spear path and physical body path from the Starry Sky Combat Network that Vice Principal Xiang Shan had sent him.
If he failed to secure Ye Fan, there would be no good fruit for him to eat.
"Sorry, I'm not interested. Just as you said: 'If hard work were useful, what would geniuses be for?'
I'll return those words to you now, as you struggle and beg."
After saying this, Ye Fan felt his thoughts flow freely and his spirit clear and refreshed.
"You're sure you won't give me, Ying, this bit of face?"
Suddenly—
Ying Cong's aura changed drastically. Like a hunting hawk, he gave off an icy killing intent.
Ye Fan turned solemn, feeling every hair on his body stand on end.
He had been careless. As things stood, he was likely no match for Ying Cong.
"You dare touch my people?!"
Suddenly, a cold shout came from afar, yet that figure closed in within only a few breaths.
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