"A high school student?" Several people were greatly surprised. Wang Xinlong's small eyes stared intently at Jiang Yuan who walked out. Was the Willpower Pressure just now from him... No, impossible! Right! He must have awakened a mental-type talent. It must be like that! "Who are they?" Jiang Yuan asked as he walked up to Xu Yihan. Xu Yihan briefly recounted the situation. After listening, Jiang Yuan understood the whole story. He nodded, looked at Wang Xinlong and the others, and said, "You want to challenge the Martial Hall, right?"
"My name is Jiang Yuan, and for now, I'm considered a Disciple of this Martial Hall, so I can represent this Martial Hall in battle."
Xu Yihan looked at him in surprise.
Wang Xinlong chuckled, "Little classmate, don't joke around. I've already investigated. This Martial Hall hasn't recruited any Disciples in the past two months. I see your blood and qi training is good, so you should also be preparing for the college entrance exam, right?"
"I advise you not to get involved. It wouldn't be good if you get injured and it affects your college entrance exam."
"I am Wang Xinlong, the Hall Master of Thunder Martial Hall. If you mention my name, the next time you come to our Martial Hall to train or find a sparring partner, I'll give it to you for free."
Jiang Yuan said impatiently, "I don't need it. Stop talking nonsense. If you're not going to fight, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my cultivation."
Xu Yihan chimed in, "That's right!"
Wang Xinlong's expression turned cold, "Kid, I was originally giving you a chance out of consideration for you being a student. But you don't cherish it."
"Alright, I'll give you the chance to play the hero in front of the beauty. Let's see what you've got."
"Let me tell you beforehand, my Disciples are Martial Artists. They have killed fierce beasts and seen blood. They are not comparable to those classmates of yours in school. If you think you can win by relying on your talent ability, then just wait to get injured and hospitalized."
"You don't need to worry about that."
Jiang Yuan looked at the people behind Wang Xinlong and said, "Which one of you is going first?"
Under the gaze of those pale golden eyes, the short, thin middle-aged man and the others all felt an extremely strong sense of pressure, and cold sweat broke out.
"What's wrong with this kid? How can a high school student have such a strong Aura?"
"I'm a Martial Artist, and I actually felt fear from a student."
"It's a bit strange."
Wang Xinlong said with a gloomy face, "Don't be fooled by him! The talent he awakened must be mental-type."
Hearing his words, the few people felt much more at ease.
"Song Qiao, you go!"
"Yes." The tall, thin young man walked forward and looked at Jiang Yuan with an arrogant expression, "Kid, you think you can scare us with some mental-type tricks? Don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's still not too late to surrender now."
Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Come on."
"Are kids these days so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth? They even dare to challenge a Second-Order Martial Artist."
Song Qiao sneered, "I'll show you how big the gap is between ordinary people and Second-Order Martial Artists!"
After he finished speaking, he pushed off with his foot, lightning arcs flashed on his soles, bringing up a gust of wind that rushed straight towards Jiang Yuan, and his palm whistled down towards Jiang Yuan's head.
The short, thin middle-aged man folded his arms and smiled, "He won. With Song Qiao's speed, he won't even have a chance to use his talent."
Another man with a buzz cut smiled sinisterly, "That kid shouldn't even think about the college entrance exam. After taking a palm from Song Qiao, he can obediently lie in the hospital for half a year..."
Jiang Yuan's expression was calm. He raised his hand and slapped out.
"Slap!" A figure flew backward like a cannonball past their ears, and the strong wind blew their clothes and hair.
With a "bang", a large hole was smashed into the wall, dust filled the air, and the tall, thin figure was buried in the rubble, with only a leg exposed.
"Click, click, click." They stiffly turned their heads and stared blankly at the young man who was still standing in place.
The cigarette in Wang Xinlong's mouth fell to the ground.
The short, thin middle-aged man sucked in a breath of cold air and said blankly, "I, I didn't see wrong, did I?"
"Song Qiao was instantly killed?"
The buzz-cut man was also utterly shocked, staring with his mouth open.
Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Xinlong and said calmly, "Training such weak Martial Artists. It seems your Martial Hall isn't very good either."
Wang Xinlong's eyes were gloomy, staring intently at him, "You are actually a Martial Artist..."
"I never said I wasn't a Martial Artist."
Jiang Yuan used his foot to pick up the iron spear on the ground, held the tail of the spear, and pointed it at the remaining two people, saying indifferently, "Who's next, or are you coming together?"
Wang Xinlong clenched his fists, feeling both angry and shocked.
He was truly careless!
He thought he was just a kid whose blood and qi training had reached 7 or 8 points, but he didn't expect him to be a monstrous Genius who became a Second-Order Martial Artist before the college entrance exam!
Moreover, being able to instantly kill Song Qiao in one move, his combat power is definitely not to be underestimated!
Nine times out of ten, he also awakened an A Level talent and transferred to a rare profession!
Damn it! Where did Xu Yihan recruit such a top Genius?!
What did he see in this broken Martial Hall?
Wang Xinlong's gaze swept over Xu Yihan's body.
I understand! She must have used her body to lure him in, this stinking bitch!!
The short, thin old man and the other person asked fearfully, "Hall Master, what should we do now?"
"Should we go together?"
How the hell would I know!
Wang Xinlong really wanted to explode, but when he saw Xu Yihan next to him, holding an E Level alloy spear and radiating Killing Intent.
He still gave up, not wanting to blow things up too much, anyway, he had already lost face.
"Forget it, we accept the loss."
Wang Xinlong looked at Xu Yihan and said with a fake smile, "Hall Master Xu is really capable. You quietly recruited a good Disciple. Now Chongming Martial Arts Hall is going to rise."
Xu Yihan said, "You don't need to worry about it."
Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Since we won, I also ask Hall Master Wang to keep your promise and not come causing trouble again."
"Hahaha, classmate, you're wrong about that. I'm not here to cause trouble, it's just a Martial Hall sparring session."
Wang Xinlong said hypocritically, "As for the B Level alloy weapon, after all, it's worth tens of millions. If we just let it go like this, my old man and I can't justify it. Besides, I wasn't prepared today, and the Disciples I brought are all useless."
Xu Yihan's face turned cold. She knew it wouldn't be that simple to resolve.
"Then what do you want?"
"How about this, five days from now, both sides will send out their most outstanding Disciples and have another match at Thunder Martial Hall. This time, as long as you win, I will never mention the alloy weapon again."
A cunning light flickered in Wang Xinlong's eyes, "And if I win, your Martial Hall will belong to me."
Xu Yihan sneered, "You wouldn't send out Second-Order or even Third-Order Martial Artists, would you?"
Wang Xinlong smiled, "How could that be? Doing so would only ruin our Martial Hall's reputation."
Xu Yihan looked at Jiang Yuan, and seeing him nod, she said to Wang Xinlong, "Alright, I accept."
A look of successful scheming appeared on Wang Xinlong's fat face.
"Good, good, good. Then in five days, I will await your esteemed presence at Thunder Martial Hall."