"It's simply perfect."
Jiang Yuan exclaimed.
No wonder it could be classified as SSS-rank.
"With my current power, burning down a hundred-story building would be no problem."
"It seems I previously underestimated the geniuses who awakened SS-level and SSS-rank Talents."
"These top-tier Talents are even more abnormal than I imagined…"
Jiang Yuan sighed with emotion.
He finally understood why those top universities and forces would spare no expense to Cultivate top-tier Martial Practitioners who had transferred to rare professions.
It was because the gap between them and ordinary Martial Practitioners was simply too vast.
Once they were nurtured,
they would become the core of the core of their teams, the hope of humanity in resisting the abyss!
"An SSS-rank Natural-type Talent combined with the Mythical-tier Martial God profession, plus the cultivation method I'm currently practicing—even among peers globally, I'm definitely among the top of the top!"
"Give me time, and not to mention the most formidable prodigies in the global first echelon, even veteran powerhouses, I'll be able to contend with them."
Jiang Yuan murmured to himself, and as he spoke, the Aura around him reached its peak, undergoing a slight transformation, filled with a terrifying deterrent force.
Those with insufficient mental fortitude would tremble in fear, or even faint on the spot, just from a single glance from the current Jiang Yuan.
If a high-rank Martial Practitioner were present, they would be surprised to realize that it was the nascent form of Willpower Pressure.
Typically, Martial Practitioners without mental-type Talents need to reach the Fifth-Rank to undergo a sublimation of will, mastering their own Martial Will. This Will can then physically affect the outside world, forming a pressure. High-rank Martial Practitioners can even immobilize lower-rank Martial Practitioners with just their Willpower Pressure.
Only a very small number of low-rank Martial Practitioners, whose mental fortitude and courage have reached their limits, can touch the threshold of Martial Will.
At this moment, without Jiang Yuan realizing it,
the transformation of his Aura ignored the obstruction of the metal walls and continuously spread outwards.
......
A few minutes earlier, just as Jiang Yuan obtained the Undying Phoenix Flame, several people arrived at Chongming Martial Arts Hall.
The leading middle-aged Fat Man smiled and said, "Hall Master Xu, long time no see."
Upon seeing the newcomers, Xu Yihan's Face turned cold, like frost.
"Wang Xinlong, it's you again."
Wang Xinlong, the Hall Master of Thunder Martial Hall, walked over with his people, looking at the empty martial arts hall and smiling.
"It's really desolate. Hall Master Xu, you haven't even recruited a single Disciple in two months, have you?"
"It's none of your business. What are you here for?"
"Don't you know what I'm here for? Of course, it's to retrieve the B-grade alloy weapon your father borrowed from our Thunder Martial Hall."
"I told you this is slander! My father never said anything about it!" Xu Yihan's chest heaved with anger.
"It's useless even if you want to deny it." Wang Xinlong walked around with his hands behind his back, looking around. "It was much livelier here when Old Brother Xu was still around. I even studied here for a while back then. What a pity, what a pity, with Old Brother Xu's passing, this place has also fallen into disuse."
"Mind your mouth! My father isn't dead yet! He will return one day."
Xu Yihan's voice was low, her eyes cold. The few people present felt a surging Aura rushing towards them. Wang Xinlong's smile remained unchanged, but the three Martial Practitioners (One-Rank) behind him turned slightly pale, feeling uncomfortable.
"Close to a Third-Rank Martial Practitioner, huh? As expected of Old Brother Xu's daughter. If you hadn't dropped out to inherit the martial arts hall, you would have been a Third-Rank Martial Practitioner two years ago. What a pity."
Wang Xinlong feigned regret, his small eyes scanning Xu Yihan's graceful and slender figure, his gaze greedy.
"Hall Master Xu, if you don't want to return the weapon, that's also an option."
"As long as you follow my previous suggestion, you bring your family's Sky-Rending Spear and marry into our Wang family, and the two martial arts halls merge. All the debts your martial arts hall owes my family will be written off. This is the best win-win solution for both parties."
Xu Yihan looked at him, feeling only disgust, and said coldly:
"Wang Xinlong, stop fantasizing."
The fat man spread his hands. "Then there's nothing I can do."
His small eyes suddenly turned cold, revealing a hint of malice.
"You're being ungrateful."
"Today, you either close down the martial arts hall, or you hand over your family's Sky-Rending Spear."
Xu Yihan stared intently at Wang Xinlong in front of her, wishing she could stab him to death with a spear. Although he was a Third-Rank Martial Practitioner, he was 100% built up by tonics, and his vital energy was extremely unstable. Xu Yihan was 100% confident she could beat him.
The reason she endured was not because she feared him, but because she was wary of the person backing him: Wang Xinlong's father, Wang Tai.
The founder of Thunder Martial Hall, a Sixth-Rank Martial Practitioner!
In Nanjiang City, a Sixth-Rank powerhouse was already considered a major figure, respected wherever they went.
Until the very end, Xu Yihan didn't want to involve Scarlet Rose in her personal affairs.
"Don't look at me like that; it only makes me more excited." Wang Xinlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "So? Have you made up your mind?"
"Are you going to repay the debt, or sell the martial arts hall to settle it?"
"Or… if you spend a night with me, I can consider postponing the deadline by a month." Wang Xinlong's eyes were unrestrained, and the young men behind him also looked at Xu Yihan with undisguised desire and evil intent.
"Shameless!"
Xu Yihan's Face darkened. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the Martial Artist Association?!"
"Report me?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "It's only right to repay debts."
"You're slandering us; there's no evidence at all."
"There's no evidence, but opening a martial arts hall has its rules. I've brought my Disciples to challenge your hall for a sparring match. The losing side takes down their signboard, forcing you to close. Isn't that allowed?"
Wang Xinlong said proudly, "If you have the guts, send out your Disciples to accept the challenge."
"If you don't have Disciples, why are you running a martial arts hall? Wouldn't you agree?"
"Hall Master is right."
A short, middle-aged Martial Practitioner fawned, emboldened by Wang Xinlong's backing, and looked at Xu Yihan with a sneer: "If you ask me, our Hall Master liking you is giving you Face. With our Hall Master's background and strength, what kind of woman couldn't he find?"
"What's the point of a woman like you, no matter how strong you train, if you don't go into the abyss or onto the battlefield, just guarding this dilapidated martial arts hall?"
"Well said, hahaha."
Wang Xinlong and the others laughed unrestrainedly.
Xu Yihan clenched her silver teeth, furious.
"You have guts. I, Xu Yihan, will remember today's humiliation. Don't let me find an opportunity…"
Just then, an invisible Willpower Pressure emanated from the pressure chamber, sweeping over the group.
The laughter of the young men abruptly ceased. Their Faces turned pale as they looked around in terror and fear, feeling a terrifying oppressive force just now, as if a large hand had clutched their hearts, making their hair stand on end!
"What was that just now?"
"Did you feel it too?"
"Such a terrifying sensation."
Wang Xinlong's smile also vanished. He looked towards the pressure chamber, both surprised and doubtful.
"This is… Willpower Pressure? Or mental deterrence?"
Mental-type Martial Practitioners were very rare, and generally only Martial Practitioners above Fifth-Rank could awaken Willpower Pressure. Could there be a master in this martial arts hall?
Wang Xinlong glanced at Xu Yihan, only to find that she too was looking at the pressure chamber with a shocked expression.
"Click, click."
Under their shocked gazes,
the metal door of the pressure chamber slowly opened.
A handsome young man walked out, his light golden eyes indifferently looking at the group.
"Who are you?"