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"Bang!"

But the next second, the two blades met with a dull thud.

Zhao Han carefully controlled his strength, limiting it to less than three hundred jin. With acceleration, it could reach seven to eight hundred jin of force.

Facing Wang Qiang, who only had over two hundred jin of strength, but with a charge and acceleration that delivered five to six hundred jin, it was a complete crush.

One strike sent Wang Qiang flying back, and the wooden swords in their hands both chipped.

Wang Qiang retreated five steps, finally losing his balance and falling to the ground with a plop.

"Cough cough... No, impossible, how can you beat me?" Wang Qiang's face was ashen, his arm trembled, and his face was full of disbelief.

"I have Innate Divine Strength!" Zhao Han raised his fist, indicating his great strength.

Three hundred jin of strength was comparable to a beginner Skin Refining Realm Martial Artist, with an explosive power that could reach seven to eight hundred jin.

It was equivalent to a punch with the power of a bullet, enough to easily kill someone with a single blow. Wasn't this Innate Divine Strength?

"I-Innate Divine Strength..." Wang Qiang suddenly understood.

No wonder, no wonder Zhao Han swung his blade so savagely, with immense power and force. So that's why.

The situation had taken a sudden turn. Just now, everyone thought Wang Qiang would win, but the result was astonishing.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. I didn't expect this new apprentice to have Innate Divine Strength. Upon reaching adulthood, he naturally possesses strength comparable to a Skin Refining Realm Martial Artist!"

Yang Wuji stroked his beard and said with an appreciative look.

Yang Wuji was only an ordinary Muscle Refining Realm Martial Artist. Zhao Han, having deliberately hidden his strength and showing no outward signs of training, could not discern his depth.

After all, Zhao Han had been directly upgraded by the system's simplification, and he didn't even have calluses on his hands. His skin even looked unpracticed.

Others, on the other hand, had spent years training, and their bodies showed signs of refinement in all aspects.

No one present believed Zhao Han was a Skin Refining Realm Martial Artist, let alone a Muscle Refining Realm Martial Artist.

Instead, Liang Feng and the other disciples and apprentices were all shocked.

The advantage of Innate Divine Strength was so great, starting with the strength of the Skin Refining Realm.

Immediately, many people became envious and jealous, including Liang Feng and Yu Qiuyue.

Liang Feng's progress had been slow. Seeing that this newcomer he brought could rival the Skin Refining Realm, he was deeply discouraged.

Yu Qiuyue didn't recognize Zhao Han because he had changed into a new set of training clothes after returning to the martial arts hall.

She muttered to herself, "This world is too unfair. Why does he get to reach his goal in one step with Innate Divine Strength, while I have to train so hard?"

Only Senior Brother Wu Hai and Second Senior Sister Yang Zilan, a few people, showed little change in their expressions.

Yang Zilan was Yang Wuji's only daughter, the purple-clothed woman Zhao Han had seen before.

Few women possessed Innate Divine Strength; most followed paths of agility and gentleness.

Wu Hai shook his head and said:

"Innate Divine Strength is good, but if one's martial arts aptitude is poor and they don't put in hard work, starting at the Skin Refining Realm, their peak in this life might also be the Skin Refining Realm."

"Indeed, Ah Hai's words are spot on!" Yang Wuji nodded in praise. As expected of his favored eldest disciple, he already possessed such insight.

Zhao Han won a round, and then it was Han Yang's turn to fight Yao Gang.

As expected, Han Yang was hesitant and was thoroughly beaten by Yao Gang. After about thirty exchanges, Han Yang exposed an opening and was knocked to the ground with a single blow.

"Junior Brother Zhao, the rest of the team battle is all up to you!" Han Yang said with a wry smile.

He thought he could use his seniority and experience to guide Zhao Han, but the kid directly cheated with Innate Divine Strength!

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Han!"

The team battle began. Han Yang remained somewhat hesitant, while Zhao Han charged straight ahead.

Wang Qiang and Yao Gang exchanged a glance and attacked together.

Zhao Han simply broke through with brute force!

The Mad Saber Nine Forms were optional in Zhao Han's hands. Using only the first form of the Mad Saber Nine Forms, combined with his immense strength, was enough to crush them both.

"Hmph!"

With a heavy saber strike, Yao Gang stepped forward to block.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

After blocking, Yao Gang finally understood how difficult it had been for Wang Qiang just now.

With a "thump," Yao Gang was forced to his knees by the immense force, his hands trembling.

"Watch this!" Wang Qiang took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack from the side, a tactic he and Yao Gang had agreed upon.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Han's eyes were quick, and he raised his saber to block. Under the immense force, Wang Qiang was repelled with a single blow.

He then swung his saber fiercely, forcing Wang Qiang to block.

But his previous injuries had not healed, and his arm was still numb. This block caused him to lose his grip on his wooden saber, which was knocked away and broken.

Wang Qiang was also thrown to the ground by the immense strength.

"Heavens, this Innate Divine Strength is too terrifying!"

"Holy crap, is this even human? Why is the heavens so unfair, not giving me Innate Divine Strength?"

"Starting at the Skin Refining Realm, how are others supposed to play?"

The crowd chattered, their envy, jealousy, and hatred deepening.

They envied Zhao Han's Innate Divine Strength, were jealous of Zhao Han shining brightly, and hated themselves for not having Innate Divine Strength.

Yang Wuji's eyes showed appreciation: "This apprentice is good. He acts decisively, and strength breaks all techniques. He defeated two people with just one move."

"Afeng, ask this apprentice later if he wants to be my tenth disciple."

"Disciple understands!" Liang Feng replied with a wry smile.

Now he's truly become Junior Brother Zhao.

The assessment finally concluded, and everyone was happy.

Zhao Han received three Skin Polishing Pills. These things were useless to him and could only be stored away to gather dust.

However, Han Yang was overjoyed and acted intimately beside Zhao Han.

After it was over, Zhao Han and his three roommates walked back to their dorms together. Han Yang said he was treating them to a good meal outside.

Halfway there, they encountered Liang Feng.

"Junior Brother Zhao, wait a moment."

"Senior Brother Liang, what is it?"

In reality, Zhao Han had already anticipated this and knew he had been noticed by Yang Wuji.

"Junior Brother Zhao, Master sees your Innate Divine Strength and considerable martial arts potential. Furthermore, with Junior Brother Dong's death, there is one spot missing among the ten disciples. I wonder if Junior Brother Zhao has any thoughts on this."

Zhao Han smiled: "Naturally, I couldn't ask for more. In this world, people are born for martial arts. I also want to climb higher and see further!"

Becoming a disciple would not only waive tuition fees and grant him a single room, but his status would also rise. He could also rely on the martial arts school's connections to introduce private work. Those apprentices would have to call him Senior Brother Zhao, which would be incredibly satisfying.

"Well said, 'born for martial arts'!"

"Since Junior Brother Zhao has such courage, quickly come with me to see Master!"

Liang Feng put on a friendly face, but inwardly, his jealousy grew.

He had mediocre talent and no Innate Divine Strength. He only reached this step through hard work, but Zhao Han achieved it in one go. Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.

Arriving at the central courtyard, this was where the official disciples of the martial arts school lived. There were private rooms, training rooms, and rock gardens.

Further on was the main hall, with the living quarters of Yang Wuji's family beside it.

Entering the main hall, Yang Wuji was already seated at the head of the table, sipping tea with a look of contentment.

Perhaps this was what it was like when one reached middle age and their energy began to wane.

Beside him were Senior Brother Wu Hai, Second Senior Sister Yang Zilan, Third Senior Brother Wang Meng, Fourth Senior Brother Liu Dali... Eighth Senior Sister Yu Qiuyue, and others.

"Disciple Zhao Yan pays his respects to Master and all Senior Brothers and Sisters!" Zhao Han said, cupping his fists. His expression remained unchanged, neither servile nor overbearing.