"Thank you so much for today."
Xu Yihan sincerely thanked Jiang Yuan, then said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry to have dragged you into this, but I..."
"We're all guildmates, helping each other out is only natural, and it's really nothing. You even lent me the gravity training room," Jiang Yuan said with a smile.
"But I still feel bad. How about this, I'll teach you my family's Martial Skill," Xu Yihan said sincerely, looking at him.
Jiang Yuan originally wanted to refuse,
But after hearing Xu Yihan's last sentence.
His eyes lit up, and he changed his mind.
"...And a corresponding visualization technique that can train mental power. What you awakened should be a mental-type talent, right? I think this kind of visualization technique should be useful to you."
Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
Jiang Yuan's only weakness now was his spirit. He lacked a visualization technique that could temper his spirit, and the price of visualization techniques on the market was exorbitant; he couldn't afford them at all right now.
Xu Yihan's proposal hit exactly what he needed.
Even if the visualization technique's rank wasn't high, he could rely on his [Supreme Analysis] to improve and upgrade it.
So Jiang Yuan nodded, "Alright then, I won't refuse."
A captivating smile appeared on Xu Yihan's beautiful face, like a flower blooming after the rain.
"Mm!"
Great, now her family's inherited Martial Skill finally has a Disciple to pass it on to!!
...
It was past noon.
The heavy rain had lessened.
Nanjiang City Martial Arts High School.
Chen Hao was slumped over his desk, looking at Jiang Yuan's empty seat in the front row,
"It's been so many days, this guy hasn't even come to school once. What is he doing at home?"
"Sigh... I'm so bored."
...
Chongming Martial Arts Hall.
"Whoosh!!"
The long spear in Jiang Yuan's hand whistled continuously, thrusting up and down, creating countless spear shadows that tore through the air, making a sound like ripping silk.
The sharp point of the spear carved out crisscrossing cracks within three zhang around him, like slashes, lingering for a long time.
Jiang Yuan unleashed his final thrust, emitting an incredibly sharp whistle, like a thousand birds crying out together. The iron spear in his hand cracked inch by inch as it vibrated!
"Hoo..."
"That's about it, this Martial Skill is pretty good."
Jiang Yuan nodded.
He had also learned the corresponding visualization technique and would comprehend it when he had time after returning.
Xu Yihan, wearing loose training clothes, stood blankly to the side.
Seeing Jiang Yuan take their family's inherited three-star Martial Skill - Rending Air Spear - from initial mastery to grand mastery in just half an hour, she couldn't help herself and blurted out two words.
"Monster..."
She had cultivated it from a young age until now, practicing for over a decade, and only reached the grand mastery realm.
He only took half an hour, half an hour...
What kind of monster is this?!
Unaware that Xu Yihan was in a state of shock.
Jiang Yuan asked her for advice, "Senior Sister Xu, do you know how to register for the Star Territory?"
Xu Yihan came back to her senses, "You need the number on your Martial Artist badge for that."
The Star Territory, a virtual network connecting all parts of the world, can only be logged into after registering as a Martial Artist. It is said to have one hundred million registered Martial Artist users.
On it, you can check information about dungeons in various places, fierce beast information, Martial Artist rankings, conduct private transactions, virtual combat, martial arts live streams, and there are even videos filmed by some fearless Martial Artists in dangerous areas. There's everything in there, a wide variety.
"You're going to the Martial Artist Association to register as a Martial Artist, right? I've already talked to her, you can just go directly."
For the first time, Jiang Yuan felt that having a Senior Sister wasn't bad either.
She was both pleasing to the eye and capable.
...
When Jiang Yuan left Chongming Martial Arts Hall and headed to the Martial Artist Association.
Wang Xinlong, who had suffered a loss, returned to the martial arts hall with a dark expression and went to the training room located on the third basement floor.
When Wang Xinlong walked into the training room,
A young man was fighting a teenager, and a bald old man was standing not far away.
"Trash! Trash!"
The ugly, flat-headed teenager, bare-chested with tattoos on his muscles and face, stirred up the Qi and blood throughout his body. While spewing curses with wide, angry eyes, he continuously threw punches. Each step was as steady as a mountain, yet his punches were as swift and fierce as thunder, carrying whistling wind, extremely brutal.
The young man was beaten back step by step, looking extremely disheveled.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the young man's arm was brutally broken, and he fell to the ground, howling in pain.
The ugly teenager stepped on his head and spat:
"Senior Brother Li, is that all you've got?!"
"You're really trash!"
"Ah, ah, Junior Brother Liang, I, I really can't go on..." the young man begged for mercy.
"No!"
He roughly grabbed the young man's hair and said fiercely, "Get up and keep going!"
Not only did the bald old man not stop him, but he also praised, "Good, good."
He said to Wang Xinlong, who walked over, "Look, Liang Cheng's Wind-Thunder Fist has improved quite a bit recently. He should be able to reach grand mastery by the college entrance exam. He's much faster than you were back then, I don't know how many times over."
"I was never good at cultivating Martial Skills. Is it interesting to compare me with him?"
"What's wrong? Why the long face? Who provoked you again?"
"It's that bitch Xu Yihan again." Wang Xinlong lit a cigarette.
"You went to find her again, she's a wild horse."
"Wild horses are only interesting to conquer."
"Then why did you get snubbed again?"
"...Don't even mention it, damn it, some kid ruined my plans."
"How so?"
"A student about the same age as Liang Cheng, who claimed to be a Disciple of Chongming Martial Arts Hall, knocked out Song Qiao with one punch. He should have already broken through his limit and become a Martial Artist."
The bald old man looked surprised, "Oh?"
The ugly teenager also stopped, turned his head to look, and asked with interest, "About the same age as me? What's his name?"
"Uh, Jiang Yuan. He should also be a high school student taking the college entrance exam from a Martial Arts High School. Do you know him? He likely awakened a mental-type talent," Wang Xinlong said while smoking.
"Jiang Yuan... mental-type talent...?"
Liang Cheng thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Never heard of him."
Liang Cheng, an S-Class student from Martial Arts High School, awakened an A-level talent - Nether Thunder, and transferred to the rare profession - Berserker.
Wang Xinlong was slightly surprised, "You haven't heard of him?"
"In my eyes, there are only guys stronger than me. I don't even pay attention to trash like that."
Liang Cheng dropped the young man, who was like mud, and sneered, "There are only four people in school whom I consider rivals: Xia Qinghou, Luo Xi, Qin Nansun, and Lin Junhao from the Baihe Group."
The bald old man, with his hands behind his back, nodded and said, "Each and every one of them truly surpasses you in terms of talent, profession, and family background. You consider them rivals, but do they even know?"
Liang Cheng said angrily, "What are you saying, old man?"
"I'm stating a fact, you can't compare to any of those four."
"How would you know if we haven't fought!" Liang Cheng said indignantly, refusing to accept it. "My Qi and blood are only a little bit away from reaching the mark of a Martial Practitioner (One-Rank). Coupled with my talent, professional skills, and Martial Skills, ordinary Martial Practitioners (One-Rank) who have transferred professions are no match for me!"
"What's a Martial Practitioner (One-Rank)?" the bald old man shook his head. "People your age in this batch have already become Martial Artists, and it's not just one or two. In previous years, it was amazing if even one appeared."
"Besides those four geniuses, Beijiang City also seems to have produced a monster girl who awakened an SS-level Undead-type talent."
"Now another dark horse has emerged."
"Each and every one of them is a favored child of heaven. Guys who could become the top scorer of a province in previous years are appearing in clusters this year."
"Liang Cheng, train hard. Don't think your A-level talent is amazing. Compared to these geniuses, the only thing you can compare in is having a tough life. Train desperately. If you don't train desperately, you won't even be able to get into a decent Martial University in this year's college entrance exam."
Liang Cheng ground his teeth, looking angrily at Wang Xinlong, "Master! Where is Chongming Martial Arts Hall? I want to go and test that guy's skills. I don't believe he's stronger than me!"
"No need to go, you'll see him in five days."
"In five days?"
Wang Xinlong exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I made a bet with Chongming Martial Arts Hall. We'll have another Disciple sparring match in five days. This time, we can only win, not lose!"
"Can we use talents?"
"Yes. Not only that, but I will also spend resources to Cultivate you well these next few days, so your Qi and blood break ten and you become a Martial Practitioner (One-Rank)." Wang Xinlong placed his hand on Liang Cheng's shoulder, "Can you do it?"
A sharp glint flashed in Liang Cheng's eyes, and he punched his palm.
"Don't worry, Hall Master, as long as I become a Martial Artist, there's no way I can lose!"
"Good!"
Wang Xinlong said fiercely, his face full of excess flesh, and a sinister cold light flickering in his small eyes,
"I don't care what kind of Genius he is. If he dares to ruin my plans, I'll make sure he can't even participate in the college entrance exam!"
...