Martial Arts Overlord!

In an instant, Lu Jin's words were like a bomb thrown into an already boiling pot of oil.

A tall, slender young man stepped forward first, his voice as cold as ice: "My name is Han Feng, a fourth-level practitioner of the Yi Jin Jing. Since you dare to say it, I dare to stand up."

But let's make this clear first: the fact that ten of us have stepped forward doesn't mean we're really going to gang up on you.

That's bullying. The only one who actually fought you was Lin Zhenhai.

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Of course, if you can't even beat Lin Zhenhai, then there's no need for us to intervene."

More people stepped forward, all of them at the fourth level of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Technique).

Ten people, all here.

Lin Zhenhai stood at the front, his two-meter-tall frame resembling a small mountain. He cracked his neck, his joints making a series of crisp sounds. "Lu Jin, you've put it this way. If I don't give it my all, it would be disrespectful to you."

Lu Jin looked at him, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and beckoned to the ten people in front of him.

"Then let's go."

"I hope that after today, no one will bother me during my time at the Inner City Martial Arts School."

"I don't like being disturbed."

At that moment, the training ground erupted in chaos.

The news spread like wildfire from the Yi Jin Jing building.

Everyone is rushing in the same direction.

Jiang Zheng was explaining the essentials of Dragon Fist to the students in the Meat Training Realm on the third floor. He had been transferred from the outer city martial arts school back to the inner city as an instructor, preparing to teach the students in the Meat Training Realm.

Chen Wei and the others were temporarily under his command.

Just then, a student rushed in, his voice trembling: "Coach Jiang! Lu Jin is up there, and he's going to fight ten Yi Jin Jing level four cultivators all by himself!"

Jiang Zheng's teaching stick froze in mid-air. He stood there stunned for several seconds before finally managing to utter, "If I remember correctly, Xiao Lu only reached the second stage of the Yi Jin Jing yesterday, right?"

Chen Wei grabbed Chu Zhen's arm, his expression a mixture of excitement and devotion: "You don't understand! If Brother Lu Jin dared to do this, he must be confident! Hurry, hurry, hurry up and get up there, or you'll miss the front row!"

At the same time, on the sixteenth floor, in the Bone Forging Realm training area.

Upon hearing the news, Yan Wenzhi's mouth opened, then closed, then opened again: "What is that kid doing now?!"

Peng Yu raised an eyebrow: "Let's establish our authority. He suddenly became the master's disciple, and many people are not convinced. This is a good opportunity to establish our authority on the first day he arrives, so that no one will dare to provoke him easily in the future."

"Even establishing authority requires the right methods! He only reached the second stage of the Yi Jin Jing yesterday, and today he wants to challenge ten fourth-stage Yi Jin Jing cultivators? Come on, come with me, let's not let him get injured on his very first day!"

The elevators in the building were all full, and the stairwells were filled with the sound of footsteps running upstairs.

Almost all the students who were not in seclusion were rushing to the same floor.

At this very moment, at the main entrance of Tianlong Martial Arts School.

A black police car came to a smooth stop.

He Yulong walked out from inside, followed by a young man in his early twenties.

The young man was wearing a faded gray training uniform, his hands in his pockets, exuding a lazy and languid aura.

But if you look closely at his eyes, you'll find that the light in them is as sharp as a knife.

Zhao Wen.

The senior disciple of the inner city branch, He Yulong's true disciple, and the strongest student recognized by the entire martial arts school.

As He Yulong walked towards the gate, he spoke, his voice unusually grave: "Awen, there's been more and more of that stuff lately. You need to be more careful when you go out in the future."

Zhao Wen nodded casually, "Don't worry, Master, those things can't do anything to me."

He paused, then suddenly chuckled, "You should be careful with your new junior brother. I heard he killed someone from the evil cult. Those lunatics from the Holy Divine Sect won't let this go."

"He should have arrived by now." A rare smile appeared on He Yulong's lips. "Come on, let me introduce you to your junior brother, who's even more formidable than you were back then."

Zhao Wen raised an eyebrow but did not reply.

During the years he followed He Yulong in his spiritual practice, he never heard him use the word "fierce" to describe anyone.

The two stepped into the martial arts school and then stopped at the same time.

The hall was empty.

There was no one behind the reception desk, no one in the hallway, and no one on the chairs in the rest area.

The entire building was unusually quiet, but a series of muffled vibrations could be heard overhead.

He Yulong walked to the front desk and tapped on the table.

The young woman on duty peeked out from behind the counter, her expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement. When she saw He Yulong, she was so startled that she almost threw her phone away.

"Where are they?" He Yulong asked.

The little girl swallowed hard and pointed to the ceiling: "They're all...all up there. The Yi Jin Realm training ground. The newcomer, Lu Jin, has to fight ten Yi Jin Realm level four cultivators all by himself."

He Yulong's finger paused on the counter for a moment.

"What is he thinking!" His voice rose an octave. "This is not how you establish authority. With his talent, if he quietly cultivates for a while, he will naturally win everyone's respect."

Zhao Wen stood to the side, his hands still in his pockets, but his eyes had changed.

It wasn't worry, it was curiosity.

"Master, is Junior Brother's talent truly that terrifying?"

He Yulong did not answer, but walked directly towards the elevator.

The elevator climbed up floor by floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, He Yulong and Zhao Wen were both stunned.

There were at least a thousand people crammed into the training ground.

Almost all the students from the martial arts school came, including those at the Skin Membrane Realm, Muscle Refining Realm, Tendon Changing Realm, and Bone Forging Realm.

But at this moment, none of the more than one thousand people made a sound; it was so quiet that you could hear the wind sneaking in through the cracks in the windows.

In this vast silence, only one sound could be clearly heard—groans!

Groans echoed from the center of the crowd!

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

He Yulong strode inside, followed closely by Zhao Wen.

When the two passed through the last layer of human walls and saw the scene in the center of the training field, they stopped at the same time.

Lu Jin stood in the very center of the arena.

He was looking down, slowly brushing the dust off his practice clothes, his movements as casual as if he were straightening the hem of his clothes.

His breathing was perfectly steady, and not a single drop of sweat could be seen on his forehead. On the ground around him, ten people lay sprawled out.

Lin Zhenhai's two-meter-tall body lay on its back, arms outstretched, chest rising and falling slowly, eyes open, but pupils unfocused.

Han Feng curled up on his side at the edge of the field, hugging his right arm with both hands, his face showing a blank expression of complete disbelief at reality.

The other eight people lay on the ground in various positions, some groaning, some trying to get up only to fall back down, and some simply closing their eyes.

Ten people.

Ten Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Technique) Four Realms.

They were all lying on the ground.

And it didn't even take two minutes, which completely surprised everyone present.

He Yulong's gaze swept over the people on the ground one by one, finally landing on Lu Jin.

His pupils contracted slightly, his lips parted slightly, then closed, and then parted again.

He saw the aura that Lu Jin had not completely concealed!

"The Four Realms of Yi Jin Jing..."

He Yulong's voice was squeezed out of his throat, with a tremor that even he himself did not realize!

"How is this possible!"

At that moment, Lu Jin brushed the dust off his body and spoke in an extremely calm tone.

"Even the geniuses of the inner city martial arts schools are nothing special."

"After today, I don't want anyone to bother me anymore."

Lu Jin's eyes flashed fiercely as he looked at everyone around him, then he said, enunciating each word clearly, "I said everyone!"

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