Glory Star

At first, Elder Jiang and the other two found Lin Feng's actions somewhat laughable, but very quickly, they could no longer laugh.

Because they discovered that not only were Lin Feng's Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining fast, they even carried more flavor and rhythm than theirs.

Being able to perform the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining with such flavor and rhythm was exceedingly rare among high school students.

As Lin Feng continuously shifted through the movements, a sudden muffled bang sounded from within his body, like a bowstring being drawn. It rang out three times in succession, followed by creaking friction and then a string of crisp crackles.

"Interesting!"

The slight cloudiness in Elder Jiang's eyes brightened. Lin Feng had already reached the fifteenth form and begun tempering the bones inside his body.

To reach the fifteenth form of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining at sixteen years old—one in a hundred thousand.

As far as he knew, even someone at the Body Cultivation Ninth Stage absolutely could not reach this point. In other words, even Ye Qiu could not do it.

Only after breaking through the Body Cultivation Ninth Stage and becoming a First-Rank Martial Artist could one possibly perform the fifteenth form.

Among River City's more than one million third-year high school students each year, perhaps only a dozen or so could break through to become martial artists in their final year.

And of those dozen or so, eight or nine out of ten were descendants of great lineages and wealthy conglomerates. From the day they were born, they had been bathed in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Liquid. Since childhood, elders had painstakingly prepared precious medicinal baths to lay their foundations. Coupled with an inexhaustible supply of pills to aid cultivation and private martial arts teachers imparting their experience, they had been forcefully piled up by resources.

So this was what a top-tier genius looked like?

The young woman, who had been quietly brewing tea without saying a word, finally understood why the people in charge of the three S-Class Clubs had taken an interest in Lin Feng.

"Huh?"

When Lin Feng reached the seventeenth form, Zhang Ling, already greatly shocked, could no longer maintain her composure and cried out.

By the twentieth form, Lin Feng's breathing had slowed, becoming long and deep. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

At this point, Lin Feng's exposed skin had faintly reddened. Heat radiated from his entire body, and even vapor rose from him. This was the manifestation of the twenty-first form.

"How is that possible?"

Elder Jiang and the other two could no longer remain calm. They abruptly rose to their feet, staring fixedly at Lin Feng as though they had seen a monster.

No wonder they were so shaken.

Generally speaking, third-year high school students could at most reach the fourteenth form of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining. Those who could reach that point had almost all attained the Body Cultivation Ninth Stage.

The twenty-first form of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining had already begun tempering the five viscera and six bowels. This was something many Fourth-Rank Martial Artists could achieve.

Yet Lin Feng was merely at the Body Cultivation Eighth Stage. How could they not be shocked?

Not only that, Lin Feng's movements were fluid—more fluid even than when they performed the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining themselves. This meant that Lin Feng's mastery of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining was even more practiced and effective than theirs.

"What a martial arts genius!"

At that moment, Elder Jiang could not help but sigh in admiration.

As a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, with his strength and age, he could only practice up to the twenty-eighth form.

As the foundation of martial arts, the key to the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining could be summed up in one word: control.

Control over the body and the mind.

But while it was easy to say, it was exceedingly difficult to do.

For a high school student to possess such exquisite control over his body and mind was simply unheard of to him.

Only at this moment did they understand why Lin Feng's combat talent was so terrifying.

If he could control his body and mind to such an extent, what was so strange about having stronger combat talent?

At this point, they no longer doubted that Lin Feng could break through to become a martial artist within three months.

If the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining could reach the twenty-first form, then with sufficient resources to support his cultivation, Lin Feng's rate of blood and qi growth would be more than ten times that of others his age.

"So he really had hidden talent!"

At this moment, Zhang Ling no longer doubted Lin Feng's martial arts talent.

If he had not concealed his talent, Lin Feng would likely have already become a martial artist. With resources to aid him, even becoming a Second-Rank Martial Artist would not have been impossible.

For some reason, Zhang Ling suddenly thought of Yage. If the young woman learned that Lin Feng's talent was this outstanding, what expression would she wear?

"As long as we confirm his soul cultivation talent, we'll pay any price."

At that moment, Jiang Jun lightly clenched his fist, and an almost imperceptible desire flashed through his eyes.

Lin Feng's combat talent had already pleasantly surprised him, and he wanted to sign him into the club.

Although Zephyr Team had maintained the halo of a powerhouse team ever since the Glory Alliance's inception, producing excellent results every year and rarely falling out of the top three, what sustained those results was coordination.

The perfect coordination between tactics and the innate abilities of the team members.

None of Zephyr Team's members were especially outstanding in strength within the league. Taken individually, they were even inferior to Juxing Team's substitute players.

Yet even so, the professions and combat styles of the team's five members, their selection and matching of demon spirits, as well as the growth paths and skills of those demon spirits, had all been researched by the club's team and finalized only after painstaking selection. They could be called perfect.

When Zephyr faced Juxing, it won more often than it lost. But in one-on-one matches, Juxing could blow Zephyr apart.

Just as Zhang Ling had said, though Zephyr's record was formidable, it did not possess a true All-Star player.

In the World Glory Battle, held once every four years, Zephyr had gone seven consecutive editions without a single member being selected for the national team.

Not to mention the world stage—even domestically, in the Glory Alliance's grandest event, the annual All-Star Game, Zephyr had not had a player selected in recent years. For Zephyr, this was an exceedingly embarrassing matter.

Every time the All-Star Game arrived, Zephyr felt mountains of pressure when facing the dissatisfaction and expectations of its local fans.

Among the Glory Alliance's current Top Ten All-Stars, Juxing Team alone occupied two spots: Berserker Ye Xing and Little Thunder God Xie Yixiao.

Even Thunder, whose record fell far short of Zephyr's, had one: its team captain, Twin Blades Yun Tianqi.

Yet Zephyr, an old powerhouse team, had not a single one. This meant that although its results were excellent, Zephyr had far fewer fans. Apart from local fans, its team matches did not actually draw much attention.

For this very reason, Zephyr could not obtain the investment and attention of major capital.

Although Zephyr did not lack money, as the Glory Alliance developed at a rapid pace, Zephyr had begun to seem somewhat out of step with the league. Many top geniuses were no longer particularly willing to join Zephyr.

Although Zephyr Team's results were still holding up well, its youth squads had not received much fresh blood. Talented youngsters considered Juxing first, and the club's upper management began to worry that if things continued in the current style, the team's future results would plummet in less than five years.

Therefore, the club desperately needed to change the team's situation.

The club needed to cultivate All-Star players who belonged to the team.

But players who possessed both strength and talent, while also being able to lead a team to victory, were exceedingly rare. The club had attempted to cultivate several over the past few years, but every attempt had ended in failure.

Yet in Jiang Jun's eyes, Lin Feng already possessed the potential to become a league All-Star.

Every member of a Glory Team was a genius blessed with both talent and strength, but not every genius could become one of Glory's Top Ten All-Stars.

To become one of Glory's Top Ten All-Stars, besides absolute strength, they also needed the ability to drive fans mad.

Without question, Lin Feng's combat talent—his style of challenging those above his rank and confronting opponents head-on—was precisely the kind that could make audiences' blood boil.

Beyond that, Lin Feng's handsome appearance was also an advantage.

Although the Glory Alliance valued strength above all else, given equal strength and talent, it would naturally cultivate the one with the better appearance.

To Jiang Jun, as long as Lin Feng could refine a demon spirit, even if it was merely an intermediate demon spirit, the club would fully support him and could evolve it into a high-grade demon spirit. By then, Lin Feng would become Zephyr Team's star player.