On the martial training grounds, the surrounding disciples were fired up. They were all boys and girls of fourteen or fifteen, their hot blood surging to their heads.
Xu Yan had stormed into the martial academy and kicked one of its disciples' arm clean off—an act that drew an exceptionally "enthusiastic" response from them.
Once Qin Shan stepped out of the crowd, the cheers rose higher and higher in waves.
Layer upon layer of dark, densely packed figures surrounded the grounds.
It seemed that no one cared anymore why Xu Yan had come to make trouble for Chang Yusheng, nor did anyone care how severe his injuries were.
"Brother Qin Shan, are you looking to spar with me?" Xu Yan raised a brow, clasped his hands behind his back, and asked calmly.
"Of course!" Qin Shan folded his arms, his voice deep and resonant. He was only fifteen, the same age as Xu Yan, yet he looked remarkably mature. His build was that of a grown man, and he stood a full head taller than Xu Yan.
Xu Yan listened with his Glass Heart State. The spiritual power within this man was exceptionally dense, evenly matched with his own. He had likely opened more than thirty spirit apertures, while his physical strength was equally formidable, like a volcano in full eruption.
"Qin Shan, show some mercy!" a youth laughed.
"Young Master Qin, give him a taste of his own medicine! Our Great Yin Martial Academy is not to be trifled with!"
"Xu Yan, it's not too late to apologize and leave!" someone shouted.
A crowd of youths waved their arms and chattered all at once. Xu Yan turned a deaf ear to them, treating their words as mere wind by his ears.
His gaze shifted. After a brief pause, he