The next day, early morning.
Ningchuan City, Ningchuan Martial Arts Academy, Martial Arts Practice Square.
"You lost!"
A furious shout exploded through the air, echoing above the Martial Arts Stage.
A young man stood at the center, bare from the waist up. His muscles bulged all over his body, his long black hair danced in the wind, and a wild, ferocious aura blanketed the entire venue.
At his feet lay a handsome man in a white training uniform, blood spilling from his mouth as his life hung by a thread.
The teachers and students watching below were all stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Even Senior Brother lost. We have no one left who can go up there!"
"Did you see that? The Prairie Sword Saint's disciple only used one sword strike."
"What a monster. The prairie actually produced such a terrifying monster. That's too frightening..."
Everyone looked at the fierce young man, their eyes filled with deep fear.
The one standing in the arena was the disciple of the Prairie Sword Saint.
Huyan Jian! The person lying at his feet was Ningchuan Martial Arts Academy's Senior Brother, the number one genius of all Ningchuan City.
Everyone had witnessed the match just now.
Huyan Jian had used only one sword strike to effortlessly destroy Senior Brother's attack.
It was impossible to imagine just how great the gap in their strength was!
In an instant.
The world fell silent.
As everyone looked at Huyan Jian, the hostility in their eyes had turned into reverence—and deep fear.
He was simply too strong!
This world had always respected strength above all else.
Without question, Huyan Jian could now effortlessly suppress the younger generation of Ningchuan City.
Even the teachers of Ningchuan Martial Arts Academy might not be his match.
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