I started by slashing through the enemy's territory, and I drew so many affixes that my hands w

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaohu, who was pretending to cultivate in the blood pool, immediately opened his eyes and began to complain!

"Old man Lin, you've gone too far! You tricked me into this lousy academy where I'm called the 'King of Losers,' and now you want people to throw me out as a shield!"

"No way! Impossible!"

"I absolutely cannot agree to this request!"

He was already in unbearable pain from just one punch from someone of the same realm, let alone someone in the Divine Manifestation Realm or the Earth Martial Realm. It would probably hurt even more than having a giant cucumber stuffed into his "skin swallow"!

However, Old Lin only glanced at him indifferently.

"If you're afraid of pain, what kind of martial artist are you? Let me tell you this upfront: although you have SSS-level talent, the academy can only support you up to the Divine Phase Realm at most. If you want to break through to the Law Realm, you'll have to rely on official organizations like the Spirit Suppression Bureau."

"That's the Law Realm, a realm that even I haven't been able to reach in my entire life of cultivation. You can imagine how many resources it would take."

"If you don't demonstrate some value, why would anyone invest in you?"

"You think you can just cry poor like that?!"

The old man's words silenced Chen Xiaohu; he could not refute them.

Even within the human race, those at the Law Realm are absolute top-tier powerhouses, requiring immeasurable resources. The birth of each Law Realm warrior represents a confluence of favorable timing, location, and human factors.

At this moment, Jiang Qin crossed his arms and said, "There will definitely be dangers in carrying out missions. No matter how capable I am, I cannot guarantee your safety, nor do I want to take care of someone who will hold us back. So if you really want to join my team, I hope you are prepared to die."

Think it through before you answer.

"I'll be waiting for you at the school gate at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Don't be late."

A tank that can withstand the attacks of a martial artist at the Earth Martial Realm can indeed achieve good results in battle, but a martial artist who is afraid of pain and timid will only distract him.

He wouldn't put himself in danger just because this guy called him "boss" twice.

Then, Principal Qin was left to keep watch over the blood pool, while Jiang Qin followed Elder Lin toward the exit.

Enter the elevator.

Jiang Qin said softly, "Please recommend someone else to me. I don't think he'll take the risk."

"What makes you so sure?" Old Lin asked curiously. In his view, a martial artist either progresses or regresses on the path of martial arts, and unless he was a fool, Chen Xiaohu should not miss this great opportunity.

Jiang Qin calmly replied, "People who are used to comfort will not take the initiative to step out of their comfort zone and take risks. As time goes by, cowardice will only be etched into their bones and can never be erased."

Old Lin pondered for a moment and felt that there was some truth to what he said.

Then, he changed the subject: "You know what, there is actually someone who might be to your liking, one of the freshmen in your year, a girl, but I can't guarantee she'll join your team, after all, not everyone is as radical as you."

He wanted to take on a garrison duty less than half a year after enrolling.

Jiang Qin is the first person to do this since the establishment of Zhenling Academy.

After getting the student's information from Elder Lin, Jiang Qin headed straight for the school's martial arts training ground. Elder Lin shook his head as he watched Jiang Qin's retreating figure, then walked towards the school gate with his hands behind his back.

...

The training ground is where students of Zhenling Academy practice and hone their skills.

The layout of the venue is similar to that of an ancient fighting arena, with a fighting platform in the center that is 30 meters in diameter, surrounded by rows of seats for students to observe and learn.

At this moment, the training ground was bustling with noise.

"This year's freshmen are all monsters. First, there was Ghost Slayer Jiang Qin who went head-to-head with Han Wenqing as soon as he entered the university. Now there's another female freshman who also wants to challenge Han Wenqing for 'protection money'."

"Haha, in previous years everyone obediently handed over their protection money, but this year they're all troublemakers."

"Who is this female freshman? She's only been enrolled for a short time and she's already reached the ninth level of the Spirit Induction Realm. She's a freak."

"I know her. She must have some connection with Old Master Lin. He personally taught her, and she only reached school age this year."

After an explanation from a third-year student who had just completed the task, everyone suddenly understood.

No wonder it's so powerful.

If it was trained by that strange old man, then it's acceptable.

After all, that eccentric old man sometimes went crazy and even disciplined the principal.

On the competition stage, two figures stood facing each other.

Han Wenqing listened to the whispers around him, feeling a deep sense of unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

When he was a freshman, he was also bullied by the upperclassmen. How come when he finally became a sophomore and wanted to collect some contribution points, all the freshmen were troublemakers?

Not only is he a troublemaker, but his background is also complicated.

If he had known this woman was connected to Old Master Lin, he would never have let his men touch her. Now he's stuck in this mess!

Unaware of the situation, student council members nearby were still cheering:

"Go for it, President! Teach this girl a lesson!"

"Does she think she's some kind of freak like Jiang Qin? Does she really think just anyone can provoke our student council president? We have to teach this freshman a lesson! Otherwise, how will our student council ever be able to face anyone in the university again?"

"Let's finish this fight with one clean punch, guild master!"

"The president will win!"

Han Wenqing had already cursed these people to the bone in his heart. He looked at the girl who stood proudly not far away, like a mountain, and forced a smile on his face.

"Junior Su, I'm a year older than you, this competition isn't fair. Let's just let it go, we're all classmates, there's no need to fight, what do you think?"

"No!"

Su Lingwei's expression was extremely serious, and her tone was firm as she said:

"None of the freshmen in my class are a match for me. I'm afraid I'll hurt them if I fight them. I want to test my limits, so I have to trouble Senior Han."

This attitude clearly indicates a promising, belligerent individual.

Han Wenqing was already cursing in his heart.

If you want to test your limits, go find that monster Jiang Qin and cause him trouble! Why are you bothering me?!

What if I hurt you and Old Man Lin makes things difficult for me?

Seeing that he was about to refuse again, Su Lingwei quietly spoke up:

"Are you scared? There have been rumors in the academy that you actually lost to Jiang Qin that day, so you're afraid to fight me, afraid of losing again?"

"I... I'll hit you! You'll regret it later!"

Upon hearing this, Han Wenqing finally couldn't hold back any longer.

If someone is provoked to this extent and still has to endure it, then what kind of martial artist is he!

The atmosphere around them grew increasingly heated, with cheers erupting continuously.

A figure quietly arrived at a corner of the training ground, silently watching the battle that was about to begin. Everyone's attention was on the competition stage, and no one noticed his arrival.

On stage, Han Wenqing's spiritual energy erupted, and upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the spiritual energy emanating from him was more condensed than usual.

"Junior, if you can't take it anymore later, be sure to say so."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Her nonchalant attitude made Han Wenqing think she was still provoking him, so he immediately disregarded his senior demeanor and took out a jet-black spear from his spatial ring.

Su Lingwei then took out two throwing knives.

Battle is imminent!