Jianghu Martial Arts Society

After confirming Yang Fan's membership, Lin Feng told him his plan. "Starting now, collect a list at school. The first requirement is connections; the second is talent and strength!"

"Mm." Yang Fan nodded, then told him about the Jianghu News Agency he had created.

"Oh!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly. He had not expected such an unexpected windfall.

He had originally thought Yang Fan merely had a clear plan for his career, but he had not expected him to have already built up such a scale. There were three core members besides Yang Fan himself, making four in total. Each core member had more than ten informants under them. Though it was only a small student organization, reaching this point was no easy feat.

These people might not have much talent or background, but if they could still stay together after graduation, the Jianghu News Agency might have tremendous room for growth.

"You've done well. However, for now, you'll manage and develop the Jianghu News Agency yourself. Once the martial arts group truly grows stronger, we'll support it then."

Lin Feng patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and smiled. "I hadn't known what to name the club. Now, borrowing your news agency's name, our martial arts club will be called the Jianghu Martial Arts Society. Starting today, you and Gao Hai are core members of the club."

"Jianghu Martial Arts Society—just hearing that name sounds imposing!" Gao Hai said excitedly.

"Hehe, got it." Yang Fan smiled as well, clearly very satisfied with the name.

Although he did not know where Lin Feng's confidence came from, nor how he would get those well-connected students to join voluntarily, and even if they joined, he could not predict whether the Jianghu Martial Arts Society would grow strong, at least from this moment on, he was no longer fighting alone.

The feeling of having an organization was truly exhilarating.

"Alright, I need you to do me a small favor," Lin Feng said.

"Go ahead. If I can help, I definitely will," Yang Fan said.

"I want you to 'accidentally' leak what I told you today. I won't be going to school for the next three days. Three days from now, when I return, I want to hear the entire school talking about me!"

Yang Fan was somewhat puzzled, but he did not ask further. In his view, there were only two possibilities. One was to slap Yage in the face and make her regret it.

The second was to make the school leaders take notice. If Lin Feng truly had such talent, the school would focus on nurturing him. If Mo Xun and the others wanted to cause trouble, they would have to consider the consequences.

"Mm, don't worry. You'll know when you come back," Yang Fan said with a smile.

For news this shocking, three days were not even necessary. As long as he casually let it slip, a single spark could set the prairie ablaze.

He could not help looking forward to the expressions of the teachers and students tomorrow after they learned this news.

After saying goodbye to Yang Fan, Lin Feng and Gao Hai skipped school.

For students, revenge was not left overnight. If nothing unexpected happened, Mo Xun and the others would come looking for trouble after school. To avoid that, he decided it was better to retreat first.

This was not out of fear. He simply felt there was no need.

Lin Feng was not afraid of trouble, but he had no intention of playing the pig to eat the tiger either.

In a few days, once the entire school knew he was a peerless genius, some troubles would vanish on their own.

To Lin Feng, Mo Xun and the others were merely minor characters.

Still, little demons were hard to deal with. There was no need to make enemies over them.

"Brother Feng, are we really going to establish our own martial arts society?" As they weaved through the bustling streets, Gao Hai looked around and could not help asking.

He was still digesting the shocking news from earlier.

Their own martial arts society?

Just thinking about it felt unbelievable.

"Of course." Lin Feng nodded.

"Then will we collect membership fees too?"

Gao Hai asked in confusion. If they could be like the Elite Martial Arts Society and have their own members, collecting over a million in membership fees each month, they would truly strike it rich.

They did not even need a million. Even a hundred thousand would be an astronomical sum to Gao Hai.

"No membership fees, but we'll use them to make money."

"How?"

"You'll find out later."

The two chatted as they headed toward the city center.

To establish the Jianghu Martial Arts Society and carry out his subsequent plans, Lin Feng needed some capital. He only had a little over three hundred left on him, so he had to go make a quick score.

"Gao Hai, how much money do you have on you?"

"Let me see. A little over five hundred." Gao Hai reached into his pocket, counted his money, and answered.

"Give it to me first. We're going to make some quick money."

After Lin Feng said that, Gao Hai handed over the money without the slightest hesitation. He did not ask why, even though it was his remaining food money for half a month.

"Brother Feng, where are we going?"

"To make money!"

Led by Lin Feng, the two headed toward Thunder Martial Arts Hall in the city center.

In the Great Cultivation Era, when martial arts had revived, everyone revered martial prowess, and all kinds of martial arts halls blossomed everywhere.

For martial artists, combat techniques were matters of life and death. Techniques required honing, honing required opponents, and thus martial arts halls were indispensable daily training grounds for many martial artists.

Even many people without martial arts talent were willing to come to martial arts halls to exercise and temper their bodies.

And in River City, Thunder Martial Arts Hall was the most famous.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall was an industry under Thunder Club. Located in the most prosperous area of the city center, it covered a vast area like a commercial plaza.

On the outer wall of Thunder Martial Arts Hall, a gigantic light screen was playing an intense battle.

The two fighters were clearly both in the Body Cultivation Realm and could not cover themselves with spiritual energy. Their heavy breathing and the sounds of blows attracted curious, excited gazes from the crowd.

"Let's go."

With the curious Gao Hai in tow, Lin Feng stepped into Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

The moment they entered, a chill washed over them. The first thing that caught Lin Feng's attention was an enormous rectangular screen in the center of the lobby.

Text continuously scrolled across the screen. Beneath it, many male and female martial artists dressed in strange outfits held pens and paper as they watched the screen, occasionally taking notes or discussing something.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall had three floors. The first floor was the mission hall.

Besides serving as a place for cultivation, Thunder Martial Arts Hall was also a place for martial artists to communicate and post missions.

A martial artist's energy was limited, after all. Many martial artists posted bounty missions here to seek things they needed. Some sought martial skills, some cultivation techniques, and some heavenly treasures.

As long as one could afford the deposit, almost anything could be obtained.

The second floor contained various training areas and restaurants.

The third floor was the combat arena, and it was also the liveliest place in Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

Lin Feng led Gao Hai directly to the third floor. The moment they stepped out of the elevator, a boiling atmosphere hit them head-on. Shouts, roars, and screams rose and fell one after another.

Not far away, over a hundred arenas were evenly distributed throughout the venue. Above them hung nine huge screens showing exciting matches, while the most thrilling battles appeared on the central screen.

"Beat him to death!"

"Trash, didn't you drink any milk?"

The enthusiastic spectators shouted loudly. Their crazed excitement made it obvious that they had placed bets.

Though Lin Feng had never fought in a martial arts hall before, he had visited many times. He headed straight to a counter.

"Sir, what service do you require?"

The young woman at the counter spoke warmly. She did not slack off just because Lin Feng was a student in a school uniform.

"Register a combat account for me. I'm preparing to enter the combat arena."

"Mm, alright. A first-time combat account costs one hundred New Dollars. Please provide your identity card number."

An identity card number was equivalent to a person's ID card and résumé. Everything from birth and schooling to residence and strength was recorded and updated at any time.

After taking the money and recording the number, then verifying his fingerprint, the young woman at the counter smiled slightly. "Alright, Mr. Lin Feng, your combat account has been registered. You can choose a name."

"A name? Then call it 'High School Student Challenges First-Rank Martial Artist.'"

Upon hearing that name, not only was Gao Hai shocked, but the young woman at the counter also froze slightly. She asked in surprise, "Sir, are you sure about this name?"

She had worked at Thunder Martial Arts Hall for three years, but she had rarely seen a name this arrogant!

How much hatred would that draw?

Judging from his identity information, this Lin Feng was only at the Body Cultivation Seventh Stage. Yet with this strength, he dared proclaim that he would challenge martial artists. Wasn't that overestimating himself?

Thunder Martial Arts Hall strictly prohibited killing, but broken arms and legs were common occurrences.

Few martial artists had good tempers. Using such an arrogant name was clearly inviting hatred, and someone might very well strike ruthlessly.

"Brother Feng, how about changing it?" Gao Hai suggested as well.

In his view, even if Lin Feng was invincible in the Body Cultivation Realm, he still could not defeat a martial artist.

"Yes, sir. You should change it. This name doesn't sound very nice either," the young woman at the counter urged. She did not want to see this handsome young man carried out.

"Alright." Lin Feng nodded. Just as the young woman at the counter breathed a sigh of relief, he gave his new name. "Then change it to 'High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist!'"

In Lin Feng's view, the previous name had indeed been a little too low-key.

"Uh..."

The young woman at the counter had just been about to enter it into the computer when this name left her utterly dumbfounded.

How had it become even more arrogant after changing it?

Were you really not afraid of being beaten to death?

"Are you sure?"

At that moment, the young woman's previously gentle face fell at once. In her view, Lin Feng was simply an idiot asking for trouble.

After Lin Feng nodded to confirm, she did not continue trying to persuade him. She registered him directly, then handed him a card.

"Help me place a bet. Bet it all."

Lin Feng took out all the money on him, eight hundred in total, and handed it to the young woman at the counter. "Random mode, maximum opponent limit of a First-Rank Martial Artist, five minutes of rest time. No need to get my approval. Automatically wager all the money I win!"

By now, the young woman at the counter was certain that something was wrong with Lin Feng.

Normally, combat arenas used balanced mode. The system matched opponents based on factors such as both parties' age, weight, and records, ensuring that they were evenly matched. This prevented excessive gaps in strength and allowed the battles to achieve their purpose of honing combat ability.

Random selection, meanwhile, was another challenge mode in martial arts halls. It did not consider records or data and selected opponents at random.

Only those with absolute confidence in themselves dared do that.

In the young woman's view, it was already crazy enough for someone competing in combat for the first time, with only Body Cultivation Seventh Stage strength, to dare choose opponents randomly.

And the maximum limit was even a First-Rank Martial Artist?

That meant he could be matched against a First-Rank Martial Artist at the highest?

Body Cultivation Seventh Stage against a First-Rank Martial Artist—wasn't that courting death?

At Thunder Martial Arts Hall, when betting on oneself, one could only bet on oneself to win. That was the rule. But continuous rollover betting was rarely seen.

Eight hundred was not much, but there was still no need to throw it away.

Without further persuasion, the young woman at the counter had already pictured Lin Feng being brutally beaten in a moment.

At this time, a name appeared in the matching section on the central stage's giant screen: "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist." The identity and information attached to this name immediately drew attention the instant it appeared.

Among all the names, his was the longest and its content the most arrogant. It was impossible not to notice it.

Not long afterward, as they waited curiously for the matching section to assign an opponent, they saw a young man step onto the arena, and the crowd instantly erupted.

The young man wore a white shirt. On its front were the words "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist," while above the back were written "Recruiting Sponsor Slot," with a box drawn beneath it, as though that were the so-called sponsor slot.