What a Terrifying Existence

The coach who greeted Lu Yun was named Zhang Jiayan.

He was at the Early Houtian Realm.

He had only arrived at the Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall last month.

When he first came here, he had heard about Lu Yun.

Because he came from the bottom of society.

And had gone through countless twists and turns to reach his current position.

He particularly looked down on second-generation martial artists like Lu Yun.

When he heard his companion's remarks.

He quickly raised his index finger in a silencing gesture and said:

"Ding Bei, keep your voice down! He is, after all, Hall Master Lu's only son."

"I heard City Lord Chu also favors him greatly."

"No matter how useless he is, he is not someone people like us can afford to provoke."

The man named Ding Bei was utterly unconcerned, and a mocking expression even appeared on his face.

"What's so great about him?"

"Even if Lu Xingwen is the hall master, we still earn our living through our own abilities."

"As long as you are strong enough."

"You can always make a living anywhere."

"Unlike Young Master Lu, who clearly cannot cultivate, yet insists on lingering here in the middle of the night and wasting resources."

"He is simply putting on an act."

"It is truly nauseating!!!"

Hearing this.

Zhang Jiayan did not voice any objection.

He merely shook his head lightly and said:

"This Young Master Lu is rather strange as well."

"He clearly can no longer cultivate, so why is he still making such a huge commotion here?"

"I thought something had happened over here just now."

"Forget it!"

"Since we are already here, let's loosen up our muscles and bones."

"Come to think of it..."

"In three days, it will be the annual Martial Arts Assessment."

At the mention of the Martial Arts Assessment.

A trace of solemnity clearly appeared on Ding Bei's face.

"It came so quickly!"

"In the blink of an eye, it is time for the assessment again."

"I just wonder how many will rejoice and how many will grieve this time?"

The so-called Martial Arts Assessment...

Was a test organized every September by the headquarters of the Martial Dao Alliance.

Its purpose was to keep track of changes in every martial artist's combat strength and select young people with greater martial arts talent.

At that time.

All martial artists whose strength had reached the Early Body Tempering Realm or above were required to take the assessment.

Once the final test results were released.

The local branches of the Martial Dao Alliance would distribute corresponding cultivation resources based on each martial artist's strength.

One had to know.

On Sky Net Star, beast tides could erupt at any time, and invasions by enemies from beyond the domain could also occur.

And all these dangers required the protection of martial artists.

Therefore, for martial artists whose strength had reached the Postnatal Realm and above.

The Federation would often grant special preferential treatment.

The stronger one was.

The more resources one could enjoy.

"Ah! There is no use saying more."

"The path of martial arts is already incomparably difficult. We should seize the time and practice more."

"Fortunately, there are not many rich young masters like Lu Yun in Tong City!"

Zhang Jiayan patted Ding Bei on the shoulder, then pulled him over to the area where Lu Yun had just been practicing.

Because Lu Yun had left in such a hurry earlier, he had forgotten to turn off the testing device. By the time the two of them arrived, the machine was still in training mode.

"Brother Zhang..."

"You are already at the Mid Houtian Realm."

"If you practice diligently these next few days, I feel that you might be able to advance another step during the assessment."

Ding Bei said enviously.

In terms of martial cultivation...

Although the gap between their cultivation levels seemed small, once martial artists entered the Postnatal Realm, even the difference of a minor realm required who knew how much effort to overcome.

Hearing this.

Zhang Jiayan smiled.

"There is indeed some hope!"

"I have gained some new insights recently."

"Perhaps..."

"I really can break through to the Late Houtian Realm."

"I can test it now, while I am at it."

"And see whether my punch strength has increased these past few days."

Seeing Ding Bei's envious expression beside him.

Zhang Jiayan's heart also stirred with excitement.

These past few days.

He had been busy training students at the martial arts hall.

And had not yet had the chance to check his own progress.

Since he was already here.

It was the perfect time to see whether he had improved.

But.

Just as he stepped in front of the machine's screen.

And was about to begin the test.

His entire body seemed to suddenly turn to stone.

He stood there blankly...

Right in front of the electronic display.

Seeing that he had suddenly fallen silent.

Ding Bei felt somewhat confused.

So.

He followed Zhang Jiayan's gaze and looked over.

In an instant.

His face stiffened.

His mind went completely blank.

The two of them stood there like wooden chickens for dozens of seconds.

Before they finally slowly regained some clarity.

"Holy shit!"

"Attack power... eight hundred and forty-five kilograms?!"

"That is Postnatal Realm Perfection level!"

"This... this..."

"It is fake, right?"

Ding Bei could not help muttering to himself, nearly biting off his own tongue.

Zhang Jiayan also came back to his senses, but the corner of his mouth was still twitching.

"If... I did not see wrong..."

"The only person who used this machine just now was Lu Yun."

"Impossible!"

Ding Bei clenched his teeth hard, his voice hoarse:

"Wasn't he..."

"His dantian had been crippled some time ago, and his cultivation had fallen."

"Wasn't he already unable to cultivate?"

"How could this be?"

Just one moment ago.

His words had been full of contempt for Lu Yun.

But now.

The data recorded on the testing device was like a steel blade.

Ruthlessly...

Shattering all his pride.

The impact brought by such a psychological gap.

Was simply too great.

So great that...

Even his heart could barely bear it.

Ding Bei only felt.

That his entire body was in a daze.

As though he were dreaming.

How had he... how had he done it?

"There is absolutely no reason for this?"

"Wasn't there something wrong with his sea of qi and dantian, making even normal cultivation impossible?"

At the same time.

Zhang Jiayan's cultivation was higher after all, and after calming down slightly, he said:

"Tell me... could Lu Yun have been hiding his strength all along?"

"And the so-called injury was all an act."

Ding Bei's eyes were filled with confusion.

"You mean..."

"He had actually reached Postnatal Realm Perfection long ago?"

"He was merely deliberately concealing it all this time?"

"Who knows?"

"Perhaps he wanted to make a stunning appearance during the Martial Arts Assessment?!"

Zhang Jiayan shook his head helplessly.

"No matter what..."

"Let us pretend that neither of us saw anything that happened today."

"Whatever his true purpose is, small fry like us have no need to know."

"Just remember one thing!"

"He... is absolutely not an existence we can afford to provoke!"

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