The Embryonic Form of Willpower Pressure!

"Too perfect."

Jiang Yuan sighed with emotion.

It was no wonder this could be classified into the SSS-rank sequence.

"With my current strength, burning down a hundred-story skyscraper wouldn't even be a problem."

"It seems I underestimated those geniuses who awakened SS-rank and SSS-rank talents before."

"The talents of these top-tier sequences are even more monstrous than I imagined..."

Jiang Yuan remarked.

He finally understood why top universities and factions would spare no cost to cultivate top-tier talented martial artists who changed classes into rare professions.

It was because the gap between them and ordinary martial artists was simply too vast.

Once cultivated, they became the core of the core in any team—the hope of humanity in resisting the Abyss!

"An SSS-rank natural-type talent combined with the mythical class [Martial God], plus the cultivation technique I'm practicing now—even looking at peers globally, I am absolutely the top of the top!"

"Give me time, and let alone the top-tier prodigies currently in the global first echelon, even veteran powerhouses will be within my reach to challenge."

Jiang Yuan muttered to himself. As he spoke, the aura on his body reached its peak and underwent a slight transformation, filled with a deterrent force that shook the soul.

For those with weak spirits, a single glance from the current Jiang Yuan would be enough to make them tremble in fear or even faint on the spot.

If a high-ranking martial artist were present, they would be astonished to realize that this was the prototype of Will Pressure.

Usually, martial artists without spirit-type sequence talents need to reach the fifth rank to trigger a sublimation of their will and master their own Martial Dao Will. This will can practically influence the outside world to form pressure, and high-ranking martial artists can even render low-ranking ones immobile just by using their Will Pressure.

Only a very small number of low-ranking martial artists whose temperament and spirit have reached their limits can touch the threshold of Martial Dao Will.

At this moment, without Jiang Yuan noticing, the transformation of the aura on his body ignored the obstruction of the metal walls and continued to spread outward.

Rewinding a few minutes, at the time Jiang Yuan obtained the Undying Phoenix Flame, several people arrived at Chongming Martial Arts Hall.

The middle-aged fat man in the lead smiled. "Director Xu, long time no see."

Seeing the person who arrived, Xu Yihan's face turned cold, like frost.

"Wang Xinlong, it's you again."

Wang Xinlong, the director of Thunder Martial Arts Hall, walked over with his men and looked at the empty martial arts hall with a smile.

"It's so deserted. Director Xu, don't tell me that after two months, you haven't even recruited a single disciple?"

"That has nothing to do with you. What are you here for?"

"Don't you know why I'm here? Naturally, it's to take back that B-rank alloy weapon your father borrowed from our Thunder Martial Arts Hall."

"I told you, this is slander! My father never said anything of the sort!" Xu Yihan's chest heaved with anger.

"It's useless to deny it." Wang Xinlong walked around with his hands behind his back. "It was much livelier here when Old Brother Xu was around. Back in the day, I even studied here for a while. What a pity, what a pity. Following Old Brother Xu's passing, this place has gone to waste."

"Watch your mouth! My father is not dead! One day, he will return."

Xu Yihan's voice was low and her eyes were cold. The others felt a surging aura rush toward them. Wang Xinlong's smile remained unchanged, but the three first-rank martial artists behind him turned pale and felt uncomfortable.

"Approaching a third-rank martial artist, huh? As expected of Old Brother Xu's daughter. If you hadn't dropped out of school to inherit the martial arts hall, you should have been a third-rank martial artist two years ago. What a real shame."

Wang Xinlong feigned regret, his small eyes sweeping over Xu Yihan's graceful and slender figure with greed.

"Director Xu, if you don't want to return the weapon, that's fine too."

"As long as you follow the proposal I mentioned last time—bring your family's Void-Splitting Spear and marry into our Wang family, merging the two halls—the debt your hall owes mine will be wiped clean. This is the best win-win solution for both sides."

Xu Yihan felt disgusted looking at him and said coldly:

"Wang Xinlong, don't you dare dream."

The fat man spread his hands. "Then there's nothing I can do."

His small eyes turned cold, revealing a trace of evil.

"You don't know what's good for you."

"Today, you either close the martial arts hall or hand over your family's Void-Splitting Spear."

Xu Yihan stared fixedly at Wang Xinlong in front of her, wishing she could stab him to death with a spear. Although he was a third-rank martial artist, he had undoubtedly reached that level by piling up supplements, and his Qi and blood were quite unstable. Xu Yihan was one hundred percent certain she could win against him.

The only reason she held back was not because she feared him, but because she was wary of the person backing him: Wang Xinlong's father, Wang Tai.

The founder of Thunder Martial Arts Hall, a sixth-rank martial artist!

In Nanjiang City, a sixth-rank powerhouse was already considered a big shot, someone to be feared and respected wherever they went.

Unless it was the final resort, Xu Yihan did not want to drag Blood Rose into her private affairs.

"Don't look at me with those eyes; it only makes me more excited." Wang Xinlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "How about it? Have you considered it?"

"Is it paying the debt, or selling the martial arts hall to settle it?"

"Or... if you accompany me once, I might consider pushing the deadline back by a month." Wang Xinlong's gaze was brazen, and the few young men behind him looked at Xu Yihan with equally dishonest eyes, filled with desire and evil intent.

"Shameless!"

Xu Yihan's expression darkened. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the Martial Artist Association?!"

"Report me?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "It is only natural to pay back what one owes."

"You are slandering me; there is absolutely no evidence."

"There may be no evidence, but a martial arts gym has its rules. I have brought my disciples here to challenge you to a spar. If the losing side takes down their sign and is forced to close, is that not allowed?"

Wang Xinlong said triumphantly, "If you have the ability, send your disciples to accept the challenge."

"What kind of martial arts gym do you run without disciples? Am I right, boys?"

"The master is right."

A short, middle-aged martial artist fawned, emboldened by Wang Xinlong's backing. He looked at Xu Yihan and sneered, "If you ask me, our master liking you is giving you face. With our master's background and strength, what kind of woman couldn't he find?"

"No matter how strong you get as a woman, you don't go into the Abyss, nor do you go to the battlefield. What is the point of guarding this broken gym?"

"Well said, hahaha."

Wang Xinlong and his group laughed wantonly.

Xu Yihan gritted her teeth, trembling with rage.

"You have guts. I, Xu Yihan, will remember today's humiliation. Don't let me find an opportunity..."

Just then, an invisible pressure surged from the Pressure Chamber, sweeping across their bodies.

The laughter of the young men came to an abrupt halt. Their faces turned pale, and they looked around in terror and shock, feeling as if a terrifying pressure had just struck them, as if a giant hand had gripped their hearts, making their hair stand on end!

"What was that just now?"

"You felt it too?"

"What a terrifying sensation."

The smile had also vanished from Wang Xinlong's face. He looked toward the Pressure Chamber, both shocked and suspicious.

"Is this... Willpower Pressure? Or a mental shock?"

Mental-type martial artists were extremely rare, and generally, only martial artists above the fifth rank could awaken Willpower Pressure. Could there be an expert in this gym?

Wang Xinlong glanced at Xu Yihan, only to find that she was also looking toward the Pressure Chamber with a shocked expression.

"Click."

Under their stunned gazes, the metal door of the Pressure Chamber slowly opened.

A handsome youth walked out, his pale golden eyes looking at them with indifference.

"Who are you people?"