High Martial Arts Start with Ant Talent Fusion

"Father?"

Jing Mingde was deeply shocked; his father couldn't have brought this up without a reason.

Could it be that Father really intends to get involved in that matter?

Could their rebirth have some unknown connection with that Feng Huo Martial Arts School?

"Father, based on the apparent strength, even if the Wind and Fire Martial Arts School and Nirvana were to face the Dingtian Martial Arts School, they would only have a 60-70% chance of winning."

"After all, in this kind of battle, unless the difference in strength is too great, no one dares to say they can win."

Jing Mingde also seriously analyzed the current combined combat strength of Feng Huo Martial Arts School and Nirvana.

"But, Father, if you really decide to get involved..."

"We, Nirvana, must be prepared for total annihilation. After all, Dingtian Martial Arts School already belongs to the official forces of Jianghai City, while we are just an underground force hiding in the chaotic city."

"If we make a move, we're very likely to offend some big shots."

"And even if the big shots above let us go, we will still have to endure the attacks from these surrounding forces when we return. But by then, Nirvana will only be a matter of barely surviving."

Upon hearing his son's words, Jing Yushan's eyes revealed a deep look, and he seemed lost in thought as he took a walk in the backyard with Xiao Qiao'er in his arms.

My lord, you've really put this old servant in a difficult position!

What exactly is your confidence in?

Are we not even afraid of Dingtian Martial Arts School?

"Pass down the order to keep a close eye on the situation at Feng Huo Martial Arts School and Ding Tian Martial Arts School."

"If necessary, even if it means risking our own rebirth, we must stop the Dingtian Martial Arts School."

After a long silence, Jing Yushan turned to Jing Mingde and spoke with a firmness that could not tolerate any rebuttal.

"It's...Father!"

Jing Mingde had mixed feelings. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn't bring himself to say them. All his words were condensed into one sentence.

"Wow...wow...wow..."

At the same time, Xiao Qiao'er, who was in Jing Yushan's arms, seemed to sense the uneasy atmosphere and began to wail loudly.

"Don't worry, little Qiao'er, Grandpa won't let anything happen to you."

Jing Yushan reassured him, then muttered to himself as he spoke to Jing Mingde.

"I know you have a lot of questions in your heart, and you might even be thinking that I, this old man, am pushing Nirvana into a fire pit."

"But if Nirvana can weather this crisis, I will tell you everything."

"You should know about this by now."

"This is our chance for rebirth, and it is also your chance."

"Father..."

"Your son... obeys..."

Jing Mingde then walked out of the backyard. He didn't trust anyone else to handle this matter; he had to do it himself. At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to see just who the Feng Huo Martial Arts School was, that his father would go to such lengths to help them.

There's a saying that goes, "Even in death, one should know for whom one dies."

Jing Yushan teased Xiao Qiao'er in his arms, making her laugh heartily.

My lord, if you forbid this old servant from taking action, how can this old servant really bear not to do so?

The purpose of us old guys is to solve your problems.

Although I don't know what your trump card is, with this old servant here, I will not allow anyone to harm you.

......

The Feng Huo Martial Arts Hall, which used to be the focus of many people's attention, is now somewhat deserted, and the original liveliness is gone forever.

Even the martial arts hall was closed due to a shortage of staff.

This is reality, a cruel reality.

Even a wealthy person in the deep mountains will have distant relatives; a poor person in the bustling city will be ignored.

This scene also occurred here. When news spread from Dingtian Martial Arts School that it was going to completely destroy Fenghuo Martial Arts School, the martial artists in the school left one after another, fearing that they would be implicated.

All they wanted was for their martial arts path to end here.

Some were unwilling to accept it; they were willing to die fighting on the battlefield against the monsters, but they didn't want to die at the hands of their own people.

Some, however, simply want to leave.

Fang Fan did not stop any of this. He knew that when news came that the Grandmaster of Dingtian Martial Arts School was about to make a move, the morale of Feng Huo Martial Arts School collapsed.

Fang Fan will not stop them from leaving, nor will he make them suffer things they shouldn't have to endure.

But once you leave, don't think about coming back.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Fan completely overhauled the Feng Huo Martial Arts School and built his own true power.

The Wind and Fire Martial Arts School will then appear out of nowhere.

"Hey, Dingtian Martial Arts School is about to come knocking on our door, and you're still drinking here?"

"Aren't you afraid the young master will scold you?"

Inside the martial arts hall, a man sat lazily on the steps, holding a bottle of fine old wine in his hand, savoring it slowly.

A barely perceptible hint of intoxication appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't have a drink now, because if I don't have one now, I probably won't have the chance to drink again."

"Someone as old-fashioned as you probably wouldn't know the benefits of this wine." (Minors shouldn't drink alcohol.)

"Let me tell you..."

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Anyway, I know this is an old wine that has been passed down from before the year of the calamity. It is very precious. I usually only drink a small sip each time I drink it."

After saying that, he picked up the bottle and started chugging it straight from the bottle.

"Gulp."

"Gulp."

Instantly, half a bottle of liquor was downed, and the man let out a satisfied sigh.

"Awesome!"

"Now, even if I die, I will have no regrets."

Jin Liangong slowly got up and reluctantly smashed the wine bottle. He had originally planned to add some water, but with Wang Yangxu watching, he decided against it, as it was too embarrassing.

"Hahaha, why didn't you leave, Wang Yangxu?"

"Logically speaking, you are the most likely among the three of us to advance to the Grandmaster level. Wouldn't it be a waste of your talent to leave you here?"

Jin Liangong let out a burp, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him.

"You, Jin Liangong, haven't left yet. There's still so much fine wine outside. A drunkard like you would be wasting your life if you didn't go and drink it."

"Hahaha, how could I, Jin Liangong, be the kind of person who is afraid of death? No matter how much I drink, I can still distinguish right from wrong."

"I, Lao Jin, was born a member of the Feng Huo Martial Arts School, and I will die a member of the Feng Huo Martial Arts School."

"Haha, well said."

"If you, Jin Liangong, are like this, how could I, Wang Yangxu, be any less? How could I be absent from this battle?"

"Besides, I'll never see such a grand scene in my entire life, so I, Wang Yangxu, have to participate no matter what."

Haha, let's encourage each other.

"mutual encouragement."

The two top martial arts masters of the Wind and Fire Martial Arts School exchanged a smile.

"Where is she?"

Jin Liangong suddenly asked.

"She's gone..."

Wang Yangxu knew who Jin Liangong was referring to: Qiu Xinshui, the third-best martial artist at the Feng Huo Martial Arts School.

"When disaster strikes, everyone flies away; it's perfectly normal for them to leave."

Jin Liangong sighed.

"Where is the young master?"

"Inside."

"Is the young master confident?"

Wang Yangxu's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of obstacles, finally reaching the young master Fang Fan, who was cultivating.

At that very moment, an overwhelming aura pressed down upon us.

"Wind and Fire Martial Arts School, today you are doomed!"

Fang Fan, who was practicing inside the martial arts hall, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"They're here!"