Jianghu Martial Arts Society

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

"Okay." Yang Fan nodded, then mentioned the Jianghu News Agency he had created.

"Oh!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly. He hadn't expected this pleasant surprise.

He had initially thought Yang Fan was just planning his career, but he didn't expect him to have already built something substantial. Four people including himself, three core members, and each core member had over ten informants. Although it was just a small student club, achieving this much was already very difficult.

These people might not have much talent or background, but if they could still gather together after graduation, the Jianghu News Agency could have significant development.

"You've done well. However, your Jianghu News Agency will be managed and developed by yourself for now. Once the Martial Arts Troupe truly grows stronger, we'll provide support."

Lin Feng patted Yang Fan's shoulder and smiled, "I didn't know what to name our club originally. Now, borrowing your news agency's name, our Martial Arts Society will be called the Jianghu Martial Arts Society. You and Gao Hai are considered core members of the club starting today."

"Jianghu Martial Arts Society! Just hearing the name sounds awesome!" Gao Hai said excitedly.

"Heh, got it." Yang Fan also smiled, clearly pleased with the name.

Although he didn't know where Lin Feng got his confidence from, or how he would get students with backgrounds to join voluntarily, even if they did, he couldn't predict if the Jianghu Martial Arts Society would grow strong. But at least from this moment on, he wasn't fighting alone.

This feeling of being organized was truly exciting.

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

"Tell me, I'll definitely help if I can," Yang Fan replied.

"I want you to 'accidentally' leak what I told you today. I won't be going to school for the next three days. After three days, when I come to school, I want to hear the entire school discussing me!"

Although Yang Fan was a bit confused, he didn't ask further. In his opinion, 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 pay attention. If Lin Feng truly had such talent, the school leaders would focus on cultivating him, and Mo Xun and others would have to think twice before causing trouble.

"Don't worry, you'll know when you get here," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Such shocking news didn't even need three days. Just a casual leak could start a wildfire.

He couldn't help but look forward to seeing the expressions of the teachers and students tomorrow when they learned the news.

After bidding farewell to Yang Fan, Lin Feng and Gao Hai skipped school.

For students, revenge wouldn't wait until the next day. If there were no accidents, Mo Xun and the others would come looking for trouble after school. To avoid this, he decided it was best to withdraw first.

This wasn't out of fear, but because he felt it was unnecessary.

Although Lin Feng didn't fear trouble, he also had no intention of playing the fool.

In a few days, when the entire school knew he was an unparalleled genius, some troubles would disappear automatically.

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

However, dealing with pesky little pests was unnecessary and could lead to unnecessary enmity.

"Brother Feng, are we really going to establish our own Martial Arts Society?" Gao Hai asked, looking around as they walked through the bustling street.

He was still processing the shocking news he had just received.

His own Martial Arts Society?

It sounded incredible.

"Of course," Lin Feng nodded.

"Then do we also collect membership fees?"

Gao Hai asked doubtfully. If they could have their own members like the Elite Martial Arts Society, with monthly fees in the millions, they would truly be rich.

Not even a million, but even a hundred thousand was an astronomical sum for Gao Hai.

"We won't collect membership fees, but we'll use them to make money."

"How will we make money?"

"You'll know later."

As they chatted, the two headed towards the city center.

To establish the Jianghu Martial Arts Society and for his subsequent plans, Lin Feng needed some capital. He only had a little over 300 New Dollars left on him, so he had to make some money.

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

"Let me see, I have a little over five hundred," Gao Hai said, taking out his pocket and counting the money.

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

Lin Feng said, and Gao Hai handed the money over without hesitation, not even asking why, even though it was his meal money for the next half month.

"Brother Feng, where are we going?"

"To make money!"

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

In this era of martial arts revival and widespread cultivation, with martial arts being highly valued, martial arts halls were blooming everywhere.

For Martial Artists, combat skills were a matter of life and death. Skills needed to be honed, and honing required opponents. Therefore, martial arts halls were an essential training ground for many Martial Artists every day.

Even though many lack talent in Martial Arts, they are still willing to come to the Martial Arts Hall to train their bodies and temper their physiques.

In Jiang City, the Thunder Martial Arts Hall is the most famous.

The Thunder Martial Arts Hall is an industry under the Thunder Club, located in the most prosperous area of the city center. It occupies a large area, like a commercial plaza.

On the outer wall of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, a giant screen is displaying an intense battle.

The two combatants are clearly both in the Body Cultivation realm; they cannot manifest spiritual energy. The sounds of heavy breathing and impacts attract the curious and excited gazes of the crowd.

"Let's go."

Lin Feng, with Gao Hai following out of curiosity, stepped into the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as he entered, a cool breeze washed over him. The first thing that caught Lin Feng's attention was a large, rectangular screen in the center of the lobby.

The screen occasionally scrolled with text, and below the screen, many male and female Martial Artists, dressed in various unique outfits, held pens and paper, looking at the screen, occasionally recording or discussing.

The Thunder Martial Arts Hall has three floors. The first floor is the mission hall.

Besides cultivation, the Thunder Martial Arts Hall also serves as a place for Martial Artists to communicate and post missions.

A Martial Artist's energy is limited, after all. Many Martial Artists post bounty missions here to find what they need, whether it's martial skills, cultivation methods, or rare treasures.

As long as they can afford the deposit, almost anything can be obtained.

The second floor houses various training facilities and restaurants.

The third floor is the combat hall, which is also the liveliest place in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

Lin Feng took Gao Hai directly to the third floor. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, a boiling aura hit them. Shouts, roars, and screams rose and fell one after another.

Not far away, hundreds of arenas were evenly distributed across the venue. Above the venue, nine giant screens displayed exciting moments, with the most thrilling battles appearing on the central screen.

"Kill him!"

"Trash, are you still breastfeeding?"

The enthusiastic audience shouted loudly at this moment, their excited and frantic expressions clearly indicating they had placed bets.

Although Lin Feng had never competed in the Martial Arts Hall, he had been there many times. He walked directly to a counter.

"Sir, what service do you need?"

The young woman at the counter said enthusiastically, not slacking off just because Lin Feng was wearing a school uniform and was a student.

"Help me register a combat account. I plan to participate in the combat arena."

"Okay, registering a combat account for the first time requires one hundred New Dollars. Please provide your identity card number."

The identity card number is equivalent to a person's ID and resume, recording everything from birth to schooling, place of residence, and strength, updated at any time.

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

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

Upon hearing this name, not only Gao Hai was surprised, but the young woman at the counter also slightly froze, her expression showing surprise. "Sir, are you sure about this name?"

She had worked at the Thunder Martial Arts Hall for three years, but such an arrogant name was truly rare!

How much hatred would that attract!

According to his identity information, Lin Feng was only at the Body Cultivation Seventh Stage. With such strength, he dared to boast about challenging a Martial Artist. Wasn't that overestimating himself?

It should be known that although the Martial Arts Hall strictly prohibited killing, incidents of broken arms and legs happened frequently.

There weren't many Martial Artists with good tempers. Daring to use such an arrogant name clearly invited animosity, and it might lead to him being severely beaten.

"Brother Feng, why don't you change it?" Gao Hai also suggested.

In his opinion, even if Lin Feng was invincible in the Body Cultivation realm, he couldn't defeat a Martial Artist.

"Yes, sir, please change it. This name doesn't sound very good either," the young woman at the counter persuaded. She didn't 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 announced a new name: "Then change it to 'High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist'!"

In Lin Feng's opinion, the previous name was indeed too low-key.

"Um..."

The young woman at the counter was about to type it into the computer when she was stunned by this name.

How could it get more arrogant as it changed!

Are you really not afraid of being beaten to death?

"Are you sure?"

At this moment, the young woman's originally gentle face instantly fell. In her eyes, Lin Feng was simply an idiot, asking for trouble.

After Lin Feng nodded to confirm, she no longer persuaded him. She directly registered him and then handed him a card.

"Help me place bets, all of it."

Lin Feng took out all the money he had, a total of eight hundred, and handed it to the young woman at the counter. "Random mode, upper limit First-Rank Martial Artist, rest time five minutes, no need for my consent, all winnings will be automatically reinvested!"

The young woman at the counter was now certain that Lin Feng was somewhat abnormal.

The usual combat mode in a combat hall was the balanced mode, where the system matched opponents based on data such as age and weight, as well as combat records. This way, both sides would be evenly matched, and the strength difference would not be too large, failing to achieve the effect of tempering.

This random selection was another challenge mode offered by the martial arts hall, where opponents were chosen randomly without regard to battle records or data.

Only those with absolute confidence in themselves dared to do this.

In the eyes of the young lady at the counter, someone participating in a martial arts tournament for the first time, with a strength of only Body Cultivation Seventh Stage, daring to randomly select an opponent was already crazy enough.

And the upper limit was a First-Rank Martial Artist?

Meaning, he could be matched with a First-Rank Martial Artist at most?

Body Cultivation Seventh Stage against a First-Rank Martial Artist – was he trying to die?

At the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the rule was that when you bet on yourself, you could only bet on yourself to win. However, it was uncommon for people to continuously place bets.

Although eight hundred New Dollars wasn't a lot, there was no need to waste it.

Without trying to persuade him, the young lady at the counter had already predicted the scene of Lin Feng being beaten up later.

At this moment, on the central stage's large screen, the matching area displayed a name: "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist." The identity and information of this name immediately drew attention the moment it appeared.

Among all the names, his was the longest and the content the most arrogant, making it hard not to notice.

Not long after, as people curiously waited for the matching area to find an opponent and then saw a teenager walk onto the stage, the crowd erupted in excitement.

The teenager was wearing a white shirt. The front of the shirt read "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist," the upper part of the back read "Seeking GG Slot," and below that was a drawn box, as if that was the so-called GG slot.