"A high school student?"
They were all astonished.
Wang Xinlong's tiny eyes locked onto Jiang Yuan as he stepped forward.
Could that pressure of sheer will just now have come from him...?
No, impossible!
That's right!
He must have awakened a Psychic Class talent.
That had to be it!
"Who are they?" Jiang Yuan asked as he walked up to Xu Yihan.
Xu Yihan briefly explained the situation.
After listening,
Jiang Yuan understood what had happened.
He nodded and looked at Wang Xinlong and the others. "You're here to challenge the hall, right?"
"My name is Jiang Yuan. I suppose you could say I'm a disciple of this martial arts hall. I can represent it in the match."
Xu Yihan looked at him in surprise.
Wang Xinlong chuckled. "Kid, don't joke around. I've looked into this place. It hasn't taken on any disciples in the past two months. From the looks of your refined qi and blood, you're probably preparing for the college entrance exams too."
"I'd advise you not to get involved. It'd be bad if you got hurt and it affected your exams."
"I'm Wang Xinlong, the head of Thunder Martial Arts Hall. Just give them my name. Next time you come to our hall to train or spar, it'll be free."
Jiang Yuan said impatiently, "I don't need that. Enough talk. If you're not going to fight, get out of here. Don't interfere with my training."
Xu Yihan chimed in, "Exactly!"
Wang Xinlong's expression turned cold.
"Kid, I was giving you a chance because you're a student. But you didn't appreciate it."
"Fine. I'll give you a chance to play the hero in front of a pretty girl. Let's see what you can do."
"I'll warn you now: my disciples are all martial artists. They've killed ferocious beasts and seen blood. They're nothing like your classmates at school. If you think your talent will let you win, you'd better be ready to get hurt and spend some time in the hospital."
"Don't trouble yourself."
Jiang Yuan looked at the people behind Wang Xinlong. "Who's next?"
Under the gaze of those pale golden eyes, the short, thin middle-aged man and the others all felt an immense pressure. Cold sweat ran down their backs.
"What's with this kid? How can a high school student have such a powerful presence?"
"I'm a martial artist, and I'm actually feeling afraid of a student."
"Something's not right here."
Wang Xinlong glared darkly at Jiang Yuan. "Don't let him fool you! He must have awakened a Psychic Class talent."
At his words, the others felt reassured.
"Song Qiao, you're up!"
"Yes."
The tall, thin young man stepped forward and looked at Jiang Yuan with disdain.
"Kid, you think a few Psychic Class tricks can scare us? I'll give you a chance. You can still admit defeat."
Jiang Yuan replied calmly, "Come on."
"Are kids these days all this clueless? They dare challenge a Class-Transferred Warrior?"
Song Qiao sneered. "I'll show you just how big the difference is between an ordinary person and a Class-Transferred Warrior!"
With that, he pushed off the ground. Arcs of lightning flickered beneath his feet as he charged toward Jiang Yuan like a gust of wind, his palm swinging toward Jiang Yuan's head.
The short, thin middle-aged man folded his arms and smiled. "We've won. At Song Qiao's speed, that kid won't even get the chance to use his talent."
Another man with a buzz cut grinned maliciously. "That kid can forget about taking his exams too. After a hit from Song Qiao, he'll be stuck in the hospital for half a year..."
Jiang Yuan remained calm and raised a hand, slapping out.
"Smack!"
A figure shot past their ears like a cannonball. The gusting wind whipped their clothes and hair.
With a "bang," a huge hole appeared in the wall. Dust billowed as the tall, thin figure was buried beneath the rubble, with only his legs sticking out.
"Crack, crack, crack."
The two men stiffly turned their heads and stared blankly at the boy still standing where he'd been.
The cigarette fell from Wang Xinlong's mouth onto the ground.
The short, thin middle-aged man sucked in a sharp breath and stammered, "D-did I see that right?"
"Song Qiao was taken out in one hit?"
The man with the buzz cut was just as shocked. He stared with his mouth hanging open.
Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Xinlong and said calmly, "You train such weak martial artists. Looks like your martial arts hall isn't much to brag about."
Wang Xinlong glared at him, his eyes dark. "You're a martial artist too..."
"I never said I wasn't."
Jiang Yuan flicked the iron spear off the ground with his foot, gripped it by the butt, and pointed it at the remaining two. "Who's next? Or are you coming at me together?"
Wang Xinlong clenched his fists, furious and shocked.
I was too careless!
I thought he was just some kid with qi and blood refined to seven or eight points. I never expected him to be a once-in-a-generation genius who'd become a Class-Transferred Warrior before the college entrance exams!
And since he took out Song Qiao in one move, his combat strength was definitely nothing to scoff at! There was a good chance he'd awakened an A-rank talent and transferred into a rare class too!
Damn it!
Where had Xu Yihan found such a top-tier genius?! What did he even see in this lousy martial arts hall?
Wang Xinlong's eyes swept over Xu Yihan's figure.
I get it now!
She must have seduced him with her body, that bitch!!
The short, thin older man and the other disciple asked nervously, "Head, what do we do now?"
"Should we attack together?"
How the hell should I know!
Wang Xinlong wanted to blow his top, but when he saw Xu Yihan standing beside him, gripping an E-rank Alloy Spear and looking murderous,
he gave up. He didn't want to make too big a scene. Besides, he'd already lost face.
"Forget it. A bet's a bet."
Wang Xinlong looked at Xu Yihan with a forced smile. "Hall Master Xu, you're quite something. You recruited a fine disciple without making a peep. Chongming Martial Arts Hall is really going to rise now."
"You don't need to worry about that," Xu Yihan said.
Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Since we won, I expect you, Hall Master Wang, to keep your word and stop coming here to cause trouble."
"Hahaha, you've got it wrong, kid. I wasn't here to cause trouble. It was just a friendly match between martial arts halls."
Wang Xinlong put on a false smile. "As for the B-rank alloy weapon, it's worth tens of millions. I can't just let the matter drop. My father and I would have a hard time explaining it. Besides, I wasn't prepared today, and the disciples I brought with me are a sorry lot."
Xu Yihan's face turned cold. She'd known it wouldn't be settled so easily.
"What do you want, then?"
"How about this? In five days, each side sends out its best disciple for another match at Thunder Martial Arts Hall. If you win this time, I'll never mention the alloy weapon again." A calculating glint flashed in Wang Xinlong's eyes. "But if I win, your martial arts hall is mine."
Xu Yihan sneered. "You're not planning to send out a Tier-Two or even Tier-Three Martial Artist, are you?"
Wang Xinlong smiled. "Of course not. That would only ruin our hall's reputation."
Xu Yihan looked at Jiang Yuan, and when he nodded, she turned to Wang Xinlong.
"Fine. I accept."
A triumphant smile spread across Wang Xinlong's plump face.
"Good, good, good. I'll be waiting for you at Thunder Martial Arts Hall in five days."
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