In the Group A Arena, two young men are facing off.
Jiang Ping, clad in Golden Robe, approached his opponent with composure.
As he took a step, his golden "clothes" changed. Blood-red patterns spread and expanded on the Golden Skin, eventually covering his entire body, as if the Golden Robe were stained with blood.
This is him unleashing the Sixth Grade supreme Blood Art, Invincible Vajra.
In an instant, Jiang Ping's aura surged, his tall body resembling a Big Mountain, exuding a sense of oppression.
"War!"
Upon seeing the other party clad in Golden Robe, Ji Baichuan instantly realized that the other party's physical constitution was not merely first-rate, but a level above, Super First-rate.
But so what? We started too late. What's there to fear in merely honing a foundation in Martial Dao?
His Golden Robe were also stained with blood, a testament to his Invincible Vajra Blood Art.
The next moment, Ji Baichuan took the initiative to attack. The ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled, and his fist, glowing with light, slammed forward with lightning speed.
The two collided like meteors, bursting forth with dazzling light, their Blood Qi and golden radiance surging as they fought purely with their bare hands.
Knock knock knock!
With each major collision, strong Wind Force repeatedly slapped against the light screen, causing the entire arena to flicker.
With a bang, Ji Baichuan was blasted far away, crashing into the light screen. He staggered and landed on the ground, gasping for breath.
He stared at his slightly cracked outer garment, his expression growing increasingly grave.
He should have reached the Sixth Grade earlier than Jiang Ping, but he was far behind Jiang Ping in the cultivation of the Invincible Vajra Blood Art, which was the reason for his defeat.
Boom!
Ji Baichuan was very dissatisfied and suddenly reached out, condensing a Blood-colored large hand seal.
Blood Buddha's Hand!
Jiang Ping remained expressionless, responding with the same Blood Art.
Click!
Intense light enveloped the arena, obscuring visibility; only muffled thuds echoed continuously, clearly indicating another clash between the two sides.
However, as the light faded, everyone's expression changed slightly.
Ji Baichuan once again crouched awkwardly at the edge of the ring, blood staining his tiger's mouth, his eyes filled with resentment.
Jiang Ping remained standing, looking down at his opponent, his imposing aura undiminished.
"Is this talent? Is this what it means to Super First-rate?"
Song Yuanshan sighed softly, feeling sorry for his friend.
The talent gap between the two sides is too large.
Although Jiang Ping started later and broke through to the Sixth Grade later than them, he surpassed Ji Baichuan in all aspects of Blood Art cultivation.
Boom!
Ji Baichuan had not yet admitted defeat and used yet another offensive Blood Art to meet the enemy.
Seeing his hands form a seal, rapidly changing his hand gestures, his entire body's essence and blood boiling, and then condensing into a Long Spear, flowing with dazzling light, carrying a flame that could burn the night sky, he suddenly threw it out.
Sulfuric acid!
Jiang Ping reached out to the edge, and the longsword stuck in the ground trembled and then flew into his hand.
Clang clang clang!
Thick Sword Qi surged forth, blocking the Long Spear, and moments later, countless Sword Qi engulfed the Long Spear.
"Grandmaster-level Technique!"
Someone said in a low voice.
They were stunned by Jiang Ping's sudden display of Super First-rate talent, forgetting that he had just shone brightly at the Comprehension Gate Challenge.
Jiang Ping's comprehension was equally exceptional.
Mastering Grandmaster-level Technique is only natural.
"Master Realm Craftsmanship!"
Wei Rou looked at the young man on the stage, her expression complex, her mind in turmoil.
"He wasn't just there to be a spectator, or to go through the motions; he was revealing a far more terrifying talent."
"The Aristocratic Genius, Jin Tao, said in a low voice, his heart already churning with turbulent waves."
Such talent clearly makes him a second Cao Qingzhi!
Why would he hide such talent?
Chen An looked at Jiang Ping, his brows never relaxing.
"Of course, it's because they're wary of Chen An."
Standing in the stands, Escort Huang, was excited but answered the Martial Academy's top expert with neither arrogance nor servility.
"After all, it's an enmity for Obstruction of the Path," Huang Youren added.
"They've already reached a settlement," Chen Weimin quickly explained, though his confidence seemed slightly lacking.
"Reconciliation? Just a word, not even a tael of silver. Is that what you call reconciliation?" Escort Huang said with a sneer.
He later heard Jiang Ping mention this matter and was somewhat angry, but at that time Chen An was at the height of his power, and Jiang Ping certainly couldn't afford to offend him.
But times have changed, so we must speak to him gently to ease Little Jiang's anger.
"If Chen An offers some money and sincerely reconciles, this matter will naturally be over. But your son's attitude is humiliating. How can Little Jiang not be cautious? How dare he reveal his full talent? What if it's stifled and dies young?"
"If I were to unintentionally offend a weak, top- First-rate Genius, I might choose to sincerely reconcile, or I might eliminate them completely to sleep soundly. I wonder which option your son would choose?"
Escort Huang, sneered, intending to "complain" to the important figure.
Chen Weimin dared not reply. He had already felt several unfriendly gazes, and his whole body was trembling.
However, he still mustered up the courage to speak, hoping to put the matter behind him. "What does Old Huang think?"
He had originally wanted Jiang Ping to pay him compensation, but now the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he had to figure out how to compensate Jiang Ping in a way that would appease him.
A top-tier player versus Super First-rate — Jiang Ping has the advantage!
"Ten thousand taels of silver, and Chen An will personally come to apologize!"
Chen Weimin nearly fainted upon hearing this.
100,000 taels?
Twelve taels turned into one hundred thousand taels?
Moreover, this wasn't just Escort Huang's request; it was a high-ranking figure from the Martial Academy personally speaking out to help Jiang Ping get revenge.
"Such a genius, almost ruined by your son. Without 100,000 taels of silver, your son can forget about getting into the Martial Academy," the Elegant Middle-aged Man said, raising an eyebrow.
"..." Chen Weimin.
He wanted to argue his case, believing his son was wronged, but ultimately fell silent and didn't utter a word.
Because Jiang Ping's talent was so extraordinary, these powerful figures from prominent families regarded him as the second Cao Qingzhi.
Chen Weimin knew that the only way to resolve this matter was to reconcile; otherwise, his son Chen An would suffer the consequences.
"One hundred thousand taels is too much. In the end, the parents of that genius are largely to blame. However, Xiao Chen's subsequent handling of the situation was also inappropriate. Two thousand taels would be most suitable," said the head of the Jin Family.
It was Jin Ze's father; his son was on good terms with Chen An, so he had to say a few words in his defense.
"How about this," Jin Ze's Father said, looking at the Changping Prefecture Lord. "Jiang Ping is a native of Changping; perhaps the Prefect should decide this matter."
The Elegant Middle-aged Man pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, Old Cao has decided. Either one of these two geniuses will be crippled, otherwise why would Jiang Ping have endured until now? Or we can resolve this peacefully, in which case Chen An will also have a bright future."
"Three thousand gold pieces, perhaps." Lord Cao paused, then said, "Both of you are geniuses from Changping Prefecture; it's best not to continue fighting and getting entangled. Shaking hands and making peace is the best course of action."
"Should we still go to their door to apologize?" Chen Weimin couldn't help but ask, but was met with a cold gaze from the manor lord.
The Martial Arts Hall Martial Artist trembled and quickly said:
"An apology? I will definitely have An'er come to apologize and make amends."
On the Group A Arena, Jiang Ping sheathed his sword, nodded slightly to his opponent, and then turned and walked off the stage.
Ji Baichuan, who was half-squatting on the stage, was still panting heavily, with minor injuries all over his body and a pale face.
He stared at that retreating figure, feeling resentment and disappointment, followed by a surge of pressure.
Can I still pass the imperial examinations and obtain official rank?