Let's take them all on

"A high school student?"

The group was utterly astonished.

Wang Xinlong's narrow eyes were fixed intently on Jiang Yuan as he walked out.

Could that pressure of will from just a moment ago have been him...

No, that's impossible!

Right!

He must have awakened a psychic-type talent.

That has to be it!

"Who are they?" Jiang Yuan asked as he walked up to Xu Yihan.

Xu Yihan gave a brief explanation.

After listening, Jiang Yuan understood the ins and outs of the situation.

He nodded, looked at Wang Xinlong and his group, and said, "So, you're here to challenge the gym, right?"

"My name is Jiang Yuan. I'm a disciple of this martial arts hall, so to speak, and I can represent this gym in the fight."

Xu Yihan looked at him in surprise.

Wang Xinlong chuckled and said, "Little student, stop joking. I've already investigated; this gym hasn't recruited any disciples in the last two months. I can see your blood and qi are well-tempered, so you must be preparing for the college entrance exam, right?"

"I advise you not to muddy these waters. It would be a shame if you got injured and it affected your exam."

"I am Wang Xinlong, the master of Thunder Martial Arts Hall. If you mention my name, I'll give you free access to our gym for training and sparring partners next time."

Jiang Yuan said impatiently, "I don't need it. Stop the nonsense. If you aren't going to fight, leave quickly and stop interrupting my cultivation."

Xu Yihan chimed in, "Exactly!"

Wang Xinlong's expression turned cold.

"Kid, I was going to give you a chance out of respect for you being a student, but you don't know how to cherish it."

"Fine, I'll give you the chance to play the hero in front of a beauty. Let's see what you're capable of."

"I'll tell you in advance: my disciples are all martial artists who have killed fierce beasts and seen blood. They aren't like those classmates of yours at school. If you think you can win just by relying on a talent ability, then get ready to be hospitalized."

"Don't you worry about that."

Jiang Yuan looked at the people behind Wang Xinlong and said, "Which one of you is coming up?"

Under the gaze of those pale golden eyes, the short, thin middle-aged man and the others all felt an intense sense of oppression, and cold sweat began to pour down.

What is up with this kid? How can a high school student have such a powerful aura?

I'm a martial artist, yet I'm actually feeling fear toward a student.

This is a bit eerie.

Wang Xinlong's face was gloomy as he said, "Don't be fooled by him! He must have awakened a psychic-type talent."

Hearing his words, the group felt much more at ease.

"Song Qiao, you go!"

"Yes."

The tall, thin youth stepped forward, looking at Jiang Yuan with an arrogant expression.

"Kid, do you think you can scare us with some psychic tricks? Don't say I didn't give you a chance; it's not too late to admit defeat now."

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Come on."

"Are all the brats these days this ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth? He even dares to provoke a promoted martial artist."

Song Qiao sneered, "I'll show you just how big the gap is between an ordinary person and a promoted martial artist!"

As he finished speaking, he kicked off the ground, arcs of lightning flickering beneath his feet. He surged toward Jiang Yuan like a gale, his palm whistling through the air as he struck toward Jiang Yuan's head.

The short, thin middle-aged man crossed his arms and laughed, "It's over. With Song Qiao's speed, the kid won't even have a chance to use his talent."

Another man with a buzzcut laughed sinisterly, "That kid can forget about the college entrance exam. After taking one of Song Qiao's palms, he'll be lying in the hospital for half a year..."

Jiang Yuan's expression remained calm as he raised his hand and slapped out.

"Smack!"

A figure flew backward past their ears like a cannonball, the gust of wind whipping their clothes and hair.

With a "bang," a large hole was smashed into the wall. Dust filled the air, and the tall, thin figure was buried in the rubble, with only his legs left exposed.

"Click, click, click."

Stiffly turning their heads, the two men stared blankly at the youth who was still standing in the same spot.

The cigarette fell from Wang Xinlong's mouth to the ground.

The short, thin middle-aged man gasped, his voice dull as he said, "I... I didn't see that wrong, did I?"

"Song Qiao was taken out in a single blow?"

The man with the buzz cut was equally shocked, his mouth hanging open in a daze.

Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Xinlong and said calmly, "To train such weak martial artists—it seems your martial arts hall isn't much to speak of."

Wang Xinlong's eyes turned gloomy as he stared daggers at him. "You're actually a martial artist too..."

"I never said I wasn't."

Jiang Yuan used his foot to flick the iron spear off the ground, gripped the end of the shaft, and pointed it at the remaining two men, saying indifferently, "Which one of you is next, or are you both coming at me together?"

Wang Xinlong clenched his fists, feeling a mix of fury, indignation, and shock.

He had truly been careless!

He had assumed the kid was just some brat whose blood and vitality had been tempered to seven or eight points, but he never expected him to be a monstrous genius who had already become a professional martial artist before the college entrance exam!

Moreover, to be able to kill Song Qiao in one move meant his combat power was definitely not to be underestimated! Nine times out of ten, he had also awakened an A-rank talent and transferred into a rare profession!

Damn it!

Where on earth did Xu Yihan recruit such a top-tier genius?! What could he possibly see in this dump of a martial arts hall?

Wang Xinlong's gaze swept over Xu Yihan's body.

I get it now!

She must have seduced him with her body, that filthy bitch!!

The short, thin old man and the other disciple asked in a panic, "Hall Master, what do we do now?"

"Should we go together?"

How the hell should I know!

Wang Xinlong really wanted to fly into a rage, but when he looked at Xu Yihan standing nearby, holding an E-rank alloy spear and radiating a murderous aura, he decided against it. He didn't want to blow things out of proportion, and besides, he had already lost face.

"Forget it, a bet is a bet."

Wang Xinlong looked at Xu Yihan, his smile insincere. "Hall Master Xu really has a knack for this. You recruited such a fine disciple without making a sound; it looks like Chongming Martial Arts Hall is about to rise."

Xu Yihan replied, "That's none of your concern."

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Since we won, please keep your word, Hall Master Wang, and stop coming here to cause trouble."

"Hahaha, student, you've got that wrong. I wasn't here to cause trouble; it was just a friendly exchange between martial arts halls."

Wang Xinlong said hypocritically, "As for the B-rank alloy weapon, it is worth ten million, after all. If I just let it go, I wouldn't be able to answer to my old man. Besides, I wasn't prepared today, and the disciples I brought are just a few good-for-nothings."

Xu Yihan's face turned cold; she knew it wouldn't be resolved so easily.

"Then what do you want?"

"How about this: in five days, both sides will send their best disciples for a match at Thunder Martial Arts Hall. If you win this time, I'll never mention the alloy weapon again." A cunning light flickered in Wang Xinlong's eyes. "But if I win, your martial arts hall belongs to me."

Xu Yihan sneered, "You wouldn't happen to be sending a second-tier or even a third-tier martial artist to fight, would you?"

Wang Xinlong laughed. "How could I? Doing that would only ruin our hall's reputation."

Xu Yihan looked at Jiang Yuan, and seeing him nod, she said to Wang Xinlong:

"Fine, I accept."

A smile of triumph spread across Wang Xinlong's fat face.

"Very good, very good. Then in five days, I shall await your arrival at Thunder Martial Arts Hall."