Facing the fight as promised!!

The next second.

Lu Fang took a step forward.

Tap.

His footfall was soft.

Yet he did not pause in the slightest.

The pressure that could suffocate ordinary class holders fell upon him like nothing more than a spring breeze brushing his face.

His expression was calm.

There was not the slightest change in his eyes, either.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Just like that, he slowly walked into the hall against the oppressive auras of dozens of high-level class holders.

Not fast.

But steady.

Every step seemed to crush the chamber's executives' schemes beneath his feet.

Everyone in the hall stared, dumbfounded.

"How is that possible?"

"He isn't reacting at all?"

"That's the combined pressure of dozens of high-level class holders!"

"And there are level 200 class holders, too!"

"Didn't he only awaken a few days ago?"

"His mental fortitude is terrifying!"

Someone sucked in a breath of cold air.

Aura pressure was not simply a contest of attributes.

It was a combined suppression of spirit, will, combat experience, and level of existence.

Normally, a newly awakened young man facing so many high-level class holders would at least turn pale and stumble, if he did not fall to his knees on the spot.

But Lu Fang did not.

He did not even furrow his brow.

Watching this, Ji Xiuneng could not help chuckling under his breath.

"They really have some nerve."

Han Qianshan said flatly.

"They have no idea who they're trying to suppress."

On the other side.

The smile on Chen Guangmao's face faded a little.

Lin Man's gaze also grew slightly grave.

Lu Fang's reaction had exceeded their expectations.

But soon, both regained their composure.

Being able to withstand aura pressure only proved that he had decent mental fortitude.

Mental fortitude was ultimately just mental fortitude.

What truly decided the outcome was strength.

Lu Fang walked step by step to the front of the hall.

He stopped.

He looked at Chen Guangmao and the others.

"Is this how you welcome me?"

Chen Guangmao smiled.

"You misunderstand, young master."

"Everyone merely wanted to see whether you're qualified to take part in today's agreed match."

Lu Fang said flatly.

"Have you seen enough now?"

The corner of Chen Guangmao's eye twitched slightly.

An elder beside him snorted coldly.

"Lu Fang, don't get too full of yourself."

"Withstanding our auras doesn't mean you can win."

"The people sitting here today aren't those students at school, nor are they monsters in a dungeon."

"Every person here is stronger than you imagine."

Lu Fang glanced at him.

"So?"

The elder's expression darkened.

Chen Guangmao raised a hand to stop him, then stood.

"Young master, according to the agreement we signed earlier."

"If you win today, everyone in the Fangfang Chamber of Commerce will follow your commands."

"If you lose, you will no longer interfere in the chamber's operations."

"Correct?"

Lu Fang said.

"Correct."

Lin Man spoke.

"In that case, to avoid damaging our relations."

"The chamber will not send out a level 200 class holder right from the start."

"Zhou Yue, deputy captain of the security department, will fight first."

"Zhou Yue is level 150."

"If you can't even get past him, young master, there will be no need to continue with the subsequent fights."

As her words fell.

A burly middle-aged man stood up.

He wore heavy armor, with a broad-bladed saber strapped to his back.

The floor trembled slightly with every step he took.

[Zhou Yue]

[Level: 150]

[Class: Berserker Shield Guard]

Murmurs rose in the hall.

"Zhou Yue? I've heard of him."

"The deputy captain of the Fangfang Chamber of Commerce's security department. He's only level 150, but his defense is extremely strong."

"A Berserker Shield Guard combines offense and defense."

"Sending him out first is certainly a safe choice."

"Lu Fang is in for a rough time."

Zhou Yue walked to the center of the floor and looked at Lu Fang with a somewhat condescending gaze.

"Young master."

"Forgive me."

"But rest assured, I won't take your life."

"At most, I'll leave you unable to move."

As he spoke, he slowly drew his saber.

The heavy blade scraped against its sheath with an ear-piercing sound.

"It's good for young people to have pride."

"But too much pride means you don't know what's good for you."

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the chairman and his wife."

At those words, Lu Fang's gaze finally turned cold.

"Teach me on behalf of my parents?"

Zhou Yue said flatly.

"I once received kindness from both chairmen."

"That makes it all the more impossible for me to watch you destroy the foundation they left behind."

"Young master, there's still time to admit defeat."

Lu Fang looked at him.

"You're not worthy of mentioning them."

Zhou Yue's expression darkened.

"It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, young master."

Boom!

His aura erupted.

A layer of dark red battle aura covered his entire body.

He raised the saber in his hand high.

Like a charging beast, he lunged at Lu Fang.

His saber came crashing down.

But just then.

Lu Fang raised his hand.

"Money Ghost."

Hum!

A dark gold figure suddenly appeared before him.

Tall.

Silent.

The coin patterns on its face gleamed coldly.

Zhou Yue's gaze sharpened.

A summon?

But he had already charged right up to it and had no intention of stopping.

"A mere summon thinks it can stop me?"

His saber slashed down viciously.

The next second.

Money Ghost moved.

It raised one hand.

Smack!

An intensely dull impact exploded.

Money Ghost had actually caught Zhou Yue's descending saber barehanded.

Zhou Yue's pupils contracted sharply.

How was that possible?

Before he could react.

Money Ghost's other hand had already punched out.

Bang!

The fist slammed into Zhou Yue's chest.

His heavy armor caved in instantly.

The crack of breaking bones rang out clearly.

Zhou Yue flew backward like a cannonball and slammed into the protective barrier at the edge of the hall.

Boom!

The barrier shook violently.

Zhou Yue crashed to the floor and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The saber flew from his grasp.

He lay on the floor, his chest caved in, his aura instantly weakening to an extreme.

So close.

Just that close.

That punch could have beaten him to death.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

One move.

Just one move.

Zhou Yue, the level 150 deputy captain of the security department, had been left on the brink of death by a single punch from a Money Ghost summoned by Lu Fang!

"Wh... what kind of summon is that?"

"Zhou Yue lost?"

"He didn't just lose-he was nearly one-shotted!"

"But he's level 150!"

"Lu Fang didn't even make a move himself!"

"Didn't he just awaken? Why is his summon so strong?"

"No, something's wrong!! Lu Fang held back. His summon pulled its punch the instant it struck Zhou Yue. Otherwise, Zhou Yue would never have gotten off with just being sent flying!"

"Gasp!!! What kind of monster is this kid???"

The spectator hall erupted.

The Jiang father and son shot to their feet, their gazes trembling violently.

The smile froze on Chen Guangmao's face, and Lin Man's pupils contracted.

For the first time, those level 200 class holders truly began to take Lu Fang seriously.

Han Qianshan leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slowly rising.

Ji Xiuneng said softly.

"It's begun."

In the center of the arena.

Lu Fang stood behind the Money Ghost, looking at Chen Guangmao and the others, his voice calm.

"Next."