Coercion and Temptation—You Dare Touch My Man?!

"Mm, this was the residential area—Xingfu Garden Residential Area."

"Outer city district, old buildings."

A flicker of disdain passed 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 driven out of the trial camp in disgrace several days ago was truly the same youngster from the Starry Sky Combat Network.

Although the youngster in that footage was unmistakably the real deal.

He still refused to believe it, and did not dare believe it!

He had signed a military pledge before Vice Principal Xiang Shan.

With his Spirit Stream Realm Peak Stage strength, he easily arrived at Building 101, Unit 3, Room 702 according to the information Ye Fan had previously entered.

"You old hag, did you find someone outside behind my back?"

"You've got some nerve! Watch me strangle you to death!"

Ying Cong's spiritual senses were absolutely far keener than those of ordinary people.

Even through the old security door, he could still hear every movement inside with perfect clarity.

The woman's shrieks and the man's curses and blows tangled together.

There was even—

A strong stench of alcohol drifting out through the crack in the door.

Ying Cong frowned slightly, then checked the information Ye Fan had previously entered again.

That was right. This was the place.

"I'll ask."

Ying Cong knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing someone knocking outside, the sounds of beating and cursing inside paused briefly.

Creak.

Then, a bald middle-aged man reeking of alcohol opened the door.

The instant it opened—

Their eyes met.

Especially Ying Cong's condescending gaze, carrying a trace of contempt—it instantly reignited the bald man's anger.

"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 thick alcoholic stench, mixed with a nauseating sour odor—

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 even viciously seized 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 room.

Crack...

Furniture and cabinets shattered everywhere. The bald brute who had once harassed Ye Ling spat blood, his fate unknown.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, a fierce glint flashed through Ying Cong's eyes.

He had been provoked by that mortal just now.

It seemed he had struck a little too heavily.

Under Huaxia law, martial artists could not attack ordinary people without cause. Otherwise, they would face severe punishment.

After all, if martial artists could casually attack ordinary people, it would bring disaster.

So, in that instant, evil rose in Ying Cong's heart.

He wondered whether he should dispose of the woman in the room as well.

"She probably didn't see me clearly. I can't stay here long!"

"Damn Ye Fan, he actually gave a fake address!"

In the span of a breath, Ying Cong vanished into the corridor.

Leaving behind only the woman's terrified wails in the cramped space on the seventh floor...

Meanwhile.

At the Jiangning City Star Martial Hall office.

Martial Arts Mastery increased: Spear Technique, Tier 2 (5%); Fist Technique, Tier 2 (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 howl.

Because of the information that appeared before his eyes.

His Tier 2 Spear Technique, Fist Technique, and Spear Intent Seed had all increased by 2% to 3%.

Even his Vitality Value had increased by 2 points because of the combat training.

And this was only after two hours of sparring with Captain Leng Feng.

"What a little madman."

A rare smile appeared on Leng Feng's dark complexion.

He rarely admired, much less respected, young martial artists.

Yet he realized that he somewhat admired Ye Fan before him.

After such intense combat, an ordinary martial artist would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

His Vitality Value exceeded one thousand, after all.

While Ye Fan's was only a little over two hundred—merely a quarter of his.

Yet even Leng Feng himself was somewhat out of breath and lightly sweating.

Even so.

The youngster before him had fought him in practical sparring for a full two hours!

What terrifying physical constitution and strength of will!

"Heh, thank you 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, his clothes soaked through with sweat, yet his smile was radiant.

For someone like Captain Leng Feng, the hourly fee was five hundred Martial Hall Points.

Of course, Leng Feng had only been willing to serve as Ye Fan's sparring partner because he thought highly of him.

Otherwise.

If Ye Fan had applied for a sparring partner through the Martial Hall, the cost would have been even higher, and the partner might not have been suitable.

Moreover, many high-level martial artists were unwilling to act as sparring partners for lower-level martial artists.

At least in Jiangning City.

There were already not many martial artists 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, an admissions teacher from Jiangnan Martial University.

Where are you now? Let's meet."

Suppressing his anger, Ying Cong spoke to Ye Fan.

Ever since he had driven this brat out of the trial camp, his bad luck had seemed to come one wave after another.

Ying Cong naturally did not turn inward and blame himself.

He pinned all of it on Ye Fan.

"Oh? That Teacher Ying?"

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and knowingly asked.

Back then, that hook-nosed teacher had been so cold and heartless.

Even now, Ye Fan had not forgotten those icy, mocking, contemptuous eyes.

"Yes, Teacher Ying, who presided over the Jiangnan Martial University Trial Camp.

Where are you? I'll come find you."

Ying Cong said.

Hearing that, Ye Fan's eyes stirred.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.

Yesterday, you ignored me; today, I'll make you regret it beyond measure.

Ye Fan intended to personally meet this Teacher Ying.

Thus, the two agreed to meet by the river not far from the Star Martial Hall office.

By the time Ye Fan had showered, made himself 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 abruptly contracted.

Because he actually sensed a faint trace of danger from Ye Fan.

How was that possible?

Several days ago—

This fellow had merely been trash with a Vitality Value of around fifty.

How could he make a Spirit Stream Realm Peak Stage martial artist with a Vitality Value of over 1,800 feel even a sliver of danger?

In an instant, Ying Cong guessed that this fellow before him had definitely obtained some extraordinary great opportunity.

Jealousy filled his heart.

Moreover, the youngster who had achieved thirty consecutive victories on the Starry Sky Combat Network and even defeated a Martial Commander seed contestant 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 extended both hands, welcoming Ye Fan.

Hearing this, Ye Fan gave a cold laugh.

"I'm sorry, but today's me is no longer interested in Jiangnan Martial University."

Ye Fan shook his head.

Jiangnan Martial University had once been the sacred land of martial arts in his dreams.

Yet it was this hook-nosed man before him who had brutally driven him out of the trial camp.

Fortunately, heaven never sealed off every path; misfortune had brought him fortune, and he had obtained the Sign-in Epiphany System.

And now, his target was one of Huaxia's three top martial universities!

"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 highest-ranking, most core students.

The entire university's resources will be tilted toward you. At Jiangnan Martial University, you'll be the center of attention."

Ying Cong painted a grand picture.

Because he was over ninety percent certain that Ye Fan before him was the dual genius in spear arts and physical body cultivation from the Starry Sky Combat Network whom Vice Principal Xiang Shan had sent him.

If he failed to secure Ye Fan, there would be no good fruit for him to eat.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Just as you said: 'If hard work were enough, what need would there be for geniuses?'

I return those words to you, now that you're struggling and begging."

After saying that, Ye Fan felt his thoughts become clear and unobstructed, his whole body refreshed.

"You're certain you won't give me, Ying, some face?"

Abruptly.

Ying Cong's aura changed dramatically. Like a hunting hawk, he exuded a piercing killing intent.

Ye Fan stiffened, feeling every hair on his body stand on end.

He had been careless. As he was now, he was likely truly no match for Ying Cong.

"You dare touch my man?!"

Suddenly, a cold shout came from afar, but that figure arrived within only a few breaths.