9: You're too kind!

Lin Yan did not pause for a single moment after his strike.

His figure was like electricity, appearing before the next girl blocking his path in an instant like a hunting leopard.

Clenching his fist, he threw a forward punch.

Xingyi, Crushing Fist.

The girl only felt a blurry afterimage flash before her eyes.

And then.

A force like a mountain toppling and the sea overturning slammed heavily into her abdomen.

"Pfft!"

Bang—!

Her body was like it had been hit by a train, flying straight out.

Another instant kill!!

There was no longer any sound in the Anyi University Martial Arts Hall.

By now, everyone could clearly see the meridians of flowing light flickering on the white-clothed youth's body.

"Holy crap!"

"He's only at the eighth layer of the first rank!"

"This is an instant kill across ranks!"

"A Prodigy!"

"This is a Prodigy!"

Meanwhile.

The numerous media members who had followed along had flushed faces, frantically recording and taking photos.

More news!

This kid!

Duan Tiancheng, who had just walked to the entrance, had a shocked look in his eyes.

Wasn't he just at the sixth layer of the first rank yesterday?

What's the situation?

Did he finish absorbing all the spirit fruits and Spirit Medicine?

Even so, he shouldn't have been able to Breakthrough two layers!

No!

With this kid's ability to fight across ranks...

He took a look at the two people on the arena stage.

Doesn't he have a chance now?

"Cough..."

"Hey, Old Jing."

"How about you hurry up and call your school's Infirmary?"

"You..."

Jing Anxiang glanced at the two students lying unconscious on the ground and immediately spoke up.

"Quick, someone go and take them to the Infirmary."

Then he looked at Duan Tiancheng with a gloomy face.

Are you really bringing someone here to challenge the hall?

Fine, fine, fine!

A Prodigy who fights across ranks... Bang—!

Another dull thud echoed inside the Martial Arts Hall.

Yet another burly youth was kicked flying dozens of meters away.

"Back off!"

Jing Pengtian and Zuo Zhu on the arena stage shouted out in anxiety.

Eighth layer of the first rank!

A Prodigy who fights across ranks!

They were no match for him.

"Back off?"

"Too late."

A cold, indifferent voice, like a ghost claiming a life, rang out softly.

The sound of footsteps exploded.

The voice arrived, and the person arrived as well.

Lin Yan stepped out with a loud boom.

Both his fists slammed forward violently.

Baji, Ground-to-Heaven Cannon.

The remaining two blockers grit their teeth; forget backing off, they only had enough time to raise their weapons.

Bang, bang—!

Two figures spitting blood were smashed heavily onto the arena stage.

Infirmary staff quickly stepped forward and carried the two unconscious, heavily injured students away.

"Only the two of you left."

Lin Yan raised his eyes and walked forward slowly.

Jing Pengtian's eyes were filled with anger, but he hadn't lost his reason.

Although everything just now was fast, with his cultivation, he could still see some of it clearly.

"Zuo Zhu."

"I'll take the lead in the attack later, you coordinate."

"This kid's strength is very high, you must be careful."

Zuo Zhu's delicate face was filled with killing intent.

"Alright."

The two of them automatically changed their pre-planned tactics.

Ganging up was not shameful.

The tough part was coming.

The Anyi University personnel inside the Martial Arts Hall clenched their fists, focusing intently.

At this point.

They had to admit that this Haotian University freshman named Lin Yan was indeed terrifyingly strong.

With an eighth-layer first-rank cultivation, he definitely possessed the combat power of a second-rank Martial Artist.

This is a Prodigy!

Jing Anxiang watched without blinking.

Fortunately, Pengtian had broken through to the second layer of the second rank some time ago.

Plus the weapon advanta... His pupils shrank as he suddenly looked at Duan Tiancheng.

"Are you freaking cheating?!"

Duan Tiancheng didn't even turn his head, his eyes fixed on Lin Yan, who had already stepped onto the arena stage.

"I'm freaking cheating?"

"You think I have that kind of ability?"

Jing Anxiang's mouth opened slightly.

Suddenly, he didn't know what to say.

Because of the spirit weapon.

Even he, a high-level member of a second-rate Family, didn't have one.

On the arena stage, Lin Yan lightly gripped his right hand.

Bang—!

A loud noise as a heavy object slammed onto the ground.

The youth held a halberd in one hand, his short black hair fluttering gently, like a god of war descending.

"What is that?"

"A weapon?!"

"How did his weapon appear out of nowhere?"

"A spirit weapon!"

"That's a spirit weapon!"

The knowledgeable students and media members seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

"A spirit weapon nurtured within the body, the most suitable for a Martial Artist's use!"

"What is this Lin Yan's identity?"

"A junior of a Heavenly Extreme Family?"

A low and powerful voice echoed.

"Originally, to deal with the two of you, I didn't need to use a weapon at all."

"But to commemorate my first hall-challenge, as well as the enthusiastic Principal Anxiang and many media friends."

Clang—!

Lin Yan leveled the halberd with one hand, creating a sharp gust of wind.

The sharp tip of the heavenly emperor halberd flickered with a cold light, pointing directly at Jing Pengtian and Zuo Zhu.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Thanks for your hard work, you two."

Jing Pengtian's face turned red with anger as he roared furiously.

"Arrogant!"

With a step, he thrust his spear forward.

Zuo Zhu also attacked at the same time, slashing with her sword from the side.

Lin Yan's Double Pupils suddenly appeared; he gripped the halberd with both hands and turned to meet the incoming spear while simultaneously dodging the side-slashing precious sword.

Ding—!

A crisp sound of collision.

Jing Pengtian's expression changed slightly as a massive force traveled up his arm, and the spear was instantly knocked aside.

Lin Yan did not pause at all.

He directly flipped over and swung the halberd down in a split.

Facing this force like Mount Tai pressing down.

Zuo Zhu, whose sword slash had missed, grit her teeth and held her sword horizontally to parry.

Ding—!

The crescent blade of the heavenly emperor halberd collided with the precious sword.

Such powerful strength!

Zuo Zhu's face changed drastically.

Crack—!

The precious sword in her hand shattered directly.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated several steps.

Outside the arena, Jing Anxiang's eyes flickered, and he was about to burst forward.

Lin Yan followed up in a few steps instantly.

Hum—!

A sharp wind blew Zuo Zhu's long hair, and the blade was almost pressed against her delicate forehead.

"Although you are somewhat pretty."

"You should still lie down for a while."

Before she could react.

Lin Yan kicked her directly in the chest.

Bang—!

Zuo Zhu spat blood again and flew off the arena stage.

Outside the arena, Duan Tiancheng wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately.

This kid still has a sense of restraint in his strikes.

His body stiffened for a moment.

Wait.

Since when was beating everyone into a crippled state considered having restraint?

Jing Pengtian, who was sweeping his spear again, had eyes spitting fire.

His goddess was just kicked down like that.

"Lin Yan!"

His roar echoed.

Lin Yan turned and met the charging Jing Pengtian.

"A spear is not used like that."

A calm voice responded.

He swung the halberd in a horizontal slash.

Swish—!

The spear was instantly cut into two pieces.

"You..."

Jing Pengtian roared unwillingly.

"Relying on a spirit weapon..."

Before he could finish his words, his pupils shrank.

After the strike, Lin Yan instantly retracted the heavenly emperor halberd.

He directly leaped up with a flying elbow.

Bang—!

It slammed into his face.

The arena stage vibrated slightly.

"Cough..."

Jing Pengtian, who had smashed heavily onto the ground, was about to struggle to his feet.

Lin Yan leaned down and rapidly threw both his fists at his face.

Bang.. bang, bang, bang... Wing Chun, Chain Punch.

The dense sound of fists hitting flesh echoed in the dead-silent Martial Arts Hall.

The Anyi University first-year freshmen swallowed their saliva frantically.

Holy shit!

This is too brutal!

"Pengtian!!"

Jing Anxiang glared at Duan Tiancheng in anger and dashed forward in a flash.

Duan Tiancheng's face changed slightly, and he also disappeared from his spot.

Retracting his fists.

Standing up.

Retreating a few steps.

Lin Yan stood quietly on the arena stage, blood slowly dripping from his fists.

"Haotian University, Lin Yan."

"I win!"