Something's Wrong, Very Wrong!

Apprentice Plaza, on the huge Martial Arts Arena, instructor Zhou Cang observed the apprentices present.

Internally, he ranked them one by one based on their performance.

After all, the resources of the Demon Suppressing Division were not obtained easily.

The annual quota was limited, and pills, weapons, and cultivation techniques could only be allocated to those who were truly talented and valuable.

As for those who were slow to learn, the training over the past few days served as the best sieve.

Zhou Cang's gaze lingered on a young man in fine clothes for a moment, then he nodded slightly.

That young man was Shen Yifan, twenty-two years old, the third young master of the Shen Family, a prominent local family.

Zhou Cang observed that Shen Yifan's qi and blood were abundant, indicating he was at least Body Tempering second-grade.

Furthermore, at such a young age, his willingness to abandon a comfortable young master's life to join the Demon Suppressing Division showed he had some Martial Dao pursuit.

"He's a good prospect, with a good disposition and decent talent. If cultivated properly, he might achieve great things in the future," Zhou Cang thought to himself. This was the candidate he had the highest hopes for this year, and he had been paying attention to Shen Yifan since the moment he stepped through the gates of the Demon Suppressing Division.

Indeed, he hadn't been disappointed. Of all the techniques Zhou Cang had taught, Shen Yifan was learning the fastest.

Afterward, Zhou Cang's gaze shifted to a thin, dark-skinned man in the corner.

Zhao Ming, thirty years old, taciturn and appearing somewhat cold.

Zhou Cang remembered that Zhao Ming had a recommendation letter from the Blood Heaven Martial Arts School and was also a Body Tempering second-grade Martial Artist.

However, Zhao Ming was already thirty years old, and his talent was clearly inferior to Shen Yifan's. But he had rich combat experience, making him a useful blade.

"Martial Dao realms can be accelerated with resources and pills, but Martial Arts Talent often reveals a person's true level."

"Just by practicing a set of basic moves, one can see which apprentices have talent and which do not. Our Demon Suppressing Division is not a place for those who are content with mediocrity."

Zhou Cang thought to himself.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the Martial Arts Arena.

Lin Guanhuo was still monotonously practicing drawing his sword.

"Fifty-one..."

"Fifty-two..."

"Fifty-three..."

Lin Guanhuo counted as he drew his sword.

Just then.

"Young sir."

A gust of fragrant wind swept over.

Lin Guanhuo looked up at the sound and saw a young girl approaching, dressed in a light blue qipao that perfectly accentuated her figure.

"Something wrong?" Lin Guanhuo put down his sword.

The girl frowned slightly, looking at Lin Guanhuo. "Everyone is listening to Coach Zhou explain the essentials of dismantling moves. Why aren't you going over?"

Her name was Li Miaomiao, one of the few women among this batch of apprentices.

She had bright eyes and white teeth, a slender figure, and was quite popular among the new apprentices this year.

Now, with demons and a chaotic world, the proportion of women practicing martial arts was increasing.

"My name is Li Miaomiao," Li Miaomiao introduced herself.

She had noticed Lin Guanhuo in the crowd earlier. Despite his young age, he possessed a calmness that far surpassed his peers, leaving a deep impression on her.

However, Li Miaomiao couldn't understand why everyone else was practicing according to Coach Zhou's methods, while Lin Guanhuo was hiding in this corner, repeatedly drawing his sword.

His movements were stiff, and it looked like he was just practicing aimlessly.

"Are you encountering any difficulties?" A hint of confusion flashed in Li Miaomiao's beautiful eyes.

She guessed that Lin Guanhuo might be introverted and unsociable.

"Coach Zhou Cang is a master of the Muscle-Tendon Realm, a true powerhouse who has completely trained his major tendons and possesses thunderous explosive power. Many people in the city want to attend his lectures but have no way to do so. You doing this... is such a waste of opportunity."

"I'll take you over," Li Miaomiao said.

In her opinion, Lin Guanhuo's practice method was completely self-indulgent.

Not only would he not improve, but he might even injure his wrist.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Lin Guanhuo knew Li Miaomiao meant well. He thanked her and then said, "But I've already practiced these moves."

As soon as he spoke.

"Practiced?"

Li Miaomiao was stunned, and then a little annoyed.

He had only been taught for half a day, and he was already saying he had practiced?

"You..."

Li Miaomiao wanted to say a few more words.

"Miss Li!"

Not far away, a male apprentice who wanted to show off called out, "Hurry over! Coach Zhou is about to teach the new move, 'Returning Horse Saber'! Ignore him, learn it or don't."

Li Miaomiao glanced at Lin Guanhuo.

Seeing that he had already started drawing his saber again and completely ignored her, she could only stomp her foot and turn to run away.

Lin Guanhuo was also a little helpless about this.

He had indeed practiced all these moves, he wasn't lying!

Alas, geniuses are indeed lonely...

On the high platform.

Zhou Cang had obviously heard the conversation between Li Miaomiao and Lin Guanhuo just now, and his gaze swept over Lin Guanhuo in the corner.

Among this year's newcomers, Lin Guanhuo was the youngest, and he had initially paid quite a bit of attention to him.

But now it seemed...

"Alas, forget it."

Zhou Cang withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

The Demon Suppressing Division was not a charity, nor was it a martial arts school begging you to learn martial arts.

Since you don't cherish the opportunity yourself, then wait to be eliminated in the end-of-month assessment.

In the evening, training ended.

The apprentices on the scene were all drenched in sweat.

But after a day of training, their martial arts had improved, and it was ultimately a rewarding day.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to grab some meat!"

"Brother Shen, I'm still a bit confused about that 'Returning Horse Saber' move just now. Can I ask for your guidance later?"

"Brother Shen's future is immeasurable~ Once you officially join the Division and become a registered member, it will only be a matter of time!"

"The Shen Family has been doing business for generations. Now that Brother Shen has appeared, they are likely to prove their martial prowess and be promoted to a Noble Family~~"

The apprentices left in twos and threes, and Shen Yifan was surrounded by people, like a star being adored.

He learned the fastest, and it was natural for those around him to try to curry favor.

Li Miaomiao, the beautiful girl in the qipao among the crowd, also looked at Shen Yifan with admiration. "Young Master Shen must have mastered all these moves already, right? I'm a bit slow..."

Hearing this, Shen Yifan was clearly pleased. He smiled faintly and said, "Miss Li is too modest. Your progress isn't bad either. If you have time, I can help you practice privately tonight."

"Really?" Li Miaomiao's pretty face lit up with joy.

Seeing this, many apprentices around gritted their teeth in envy. Li Miaomiao was young and beautiful, a true Martial Dao beauty.

They never expected her to get involved with Shen Yifan so quickly.

Envy.

However, amidst the lively scene around Shen Yifan, Lin Guanhuo remained calm, always walking at the very back of the crowd.

A moment later.

After everyone had left.

Instructor Zhou Cang sheathed his sword, patted the dust off his clothes, and walked away.

After observing for a day, he had a clear idea of which of these new apprentices would be kept and which would be eliminated.

He also knew who deserved special training.

As he passed the edge of the Martial Arts Arena.

He subconsciously glanced at the corner where Lin Guanhuo had been practicing his sword draws.

"That kid stood there all day, didn't he get tired?"

"I wonder what he was practicing..."

Zhou Cang shook his head and was about to leave.

His peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the stone wall beside him.

It was a bluestone wall used as a windbreak, incredibly hard.

Now, it was densely covered with dozens of sword marks!

Some deep, some shallow!

"What is this..."

Zhou Cang stopped upon seeing this and walked over.

However, as he got closer.

His expression became increasingly solemn!!

Zhou Cang extended a finger, gently stroking the blade marks.

It was evident that the cuts were as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest trace of chipped debris...

This wasn't achieved through brute force!

"Huh??"

Zhou Cang lowered his head to look again. He could see many withered leaves nearby, brittle and thin, precisely sliced in half!

Let alone cutting them with a blade, even the slightest touch would shatter these withered leaves instantly.

"This is... Blade Wind!! Only by wielding the blade like the wind can this be achieved!"

"This person... is not right!!"

Zhou Cang's gaze hastily shifted to Lin Guanhuo's receding figure in the distance.

Not right!

Very not right!

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