Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

The training hall doors were wide open, and in the center stood a standard alloy ring, ten meters long and ten meters wide, with the ground paved with a specially made high-strength material.

This is specifically designed for those with awakened superpowers to spar; ordinary arenas can't withstand a clash of superpowers.

A row of weapon racks was placed against the wall on the north side of the arena, with various cold weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds neatly arranged on them.

An electronic scoreboard hangs on the east wall.

Sun Jingyao pulled out two standard agreements from the cabinet next to the weapon rack and slapped them onto the edge of the ring.

"sign!"

Lin Ran glanced down at it.

The general idea is that both parties are willing to exchange ideas voluntarily, and the school assumes no responsibility.

The stamp of Xinhai No.1 Middle School Martial Arts Training Hall has been affixed at the end.

Lin Ran picked up a pen and signed his name, his handwriting neat and tidy.

Sun Jingyao also signed both documents and tossed one of them to Lin Ran.

"Keep it as your will!"

Clearly, he intended to use a ruthless attack on Lin Ran in the arena.

Lin Ran raised an eyebrow: "Actually, I've always had a question... I don't remember offending Sun Jinghuan, so why is he targeting me like this?"

"Heh...how would I know?" Sun Jingyao scoffed. "Do I need a reason to deal with someone like you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" He feigned a sudden realization. "You're not the orphan you used to be; you're the eldest son of the Lin family now. But so what? I'm still going to teach you a lesson today!"

Lin Ran shook his head helplessly: "Since you don't know either, I can only ask Sun Jinghuan when I have time."

"Let's get off the stage alive first!" Sun Jingyao lightly leaped onto the stage.

Seeing this, Lin Ran also stepped forward.

Just then, a school teacher stepped out from the crowd.

"According to school regulations, a teacher must be present to supervise the competition between the two sides."

His gaze swept over the two of them: "I'll repeat the rules again. Although you have signed a waiver, it doesn't mean you can intentionally kill someone."

"During the fight, neither side is allowed to deliberately attack the other's eyes, groin, or other vital areas. If one side concedes defeat or becomes incapacitated, they must immediately cease attacking. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!" they both replied simultaneously.

Offstage, Lin Haozhe feigned concern: "Brother Ran, if you can't win, just admit defeat. I'll cover the 200,000 for you. Don't push yourself!"

Lin Ran thought to himself, "You're actually a pretty nice person."

Before he could respond, the supervising teacher had already retreated to the edge of the ring and raised his right hand.

"start!"

The moment he finished speaking, Sun Jingyao clasped his hands together in front of him.

boom!

Two balls of crimson flame erupted from his palms and quickly enveloped his entire forearm.

The flames danced and surged, distorting and warping the surrounding air.

"Trash, taste my Fiery Fist!"

Sun Jingyao stomped his right foot on the ground, transforming into a streak of fire as he charged directly at Lin Ran.

His right fist, wreathed in flames, slammed towards Lin Ran's face. Even before the fist arrived, a wave of scorching heat had already hit him.

Lin Ran turned to the side.

The flames grazed the tip of his nose.

Sun Jingyao's attack missed, and his left fist followed up with a horizontal sweep, creating a crescent-shaped arc of light.

Lin Ran took a half step back, barely avoiding the attack.

Flames licked the hem of his school uniform, leaving a charred patch.

"You dodged pretty quickly." Sun Jingyao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

His arms jerked violently, and the flames on his forearms surged three-tenths of their length.

"Then let me show you my Flaming Blade!"

As he spoke, two curved blades formed from flames extended from Sun Jingyao's wrists, their blades crimson with dazzling white edges.

The surrounding temperature soared again.

The students watching the commotion couldn't help but take two steps back.

"When did this guy manage to master the instant-cast Flame Blade?"

"To deal with an ordinary person who hasn't awakened, they even used such a deadly move; they really don't hold back at all!"

Just how deep is the feud between the Sun and Lin families?

"I have a rumor, supposedly because of a woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Young Master Sun took a fancy to a woman, but that woman took a fancy to Lin Ran, so..."

"That doesn't make sense, does it? Wasn't Lin Ran just found by the Lin family? He was just an orphan back then. Was that woman stupid?"

"Who knows? Maybe this is true love!"

On the arena, Sun Jingyao held a flaming blade in each hand, and his attacks suddenly became fierce.

Brush brush!

The flaming blades drew dense lines of fire in the air, each strike aimed at Lin Ran's vital points.

Lin Ran dodged and weaved through the flames, never sustaining any injury whatsoever.

"Useless trash, all you can do is hide?"

Sun Jingyao's attacks became increasingly fierce, his flaming blades carving scorched marks into the alloy ground.

"Aren't you born with superhuman strength? Why won't you let me see it?"

He slashed down with his twin swords crossed, and flames drew a huge cross in mid-air.

Lin Ran touched the ground with his toes, his figure gracefully retreating, landing on the edge of the arena.

"You've actually heard of my reputation? The news travels fast."

Sensing Lin Ran's disdain, Sun Jingyao's anger surged: "You're asking for death!"

Brush brush!

Several fiery blades flew from his hand, blocking all of Lin Ran's movement directions.

Lin Ran leaped high into the air, unleashing a powerful punch that seemed to descend from the sky, aimed directly at Sun Jingyao's face.

Upon seeing this, Sun Jingyao instinctively raised his hand to block.

Bang!

Lin Ran threw a punch, sending Sun Jingyao staggering back several steps.

Deng Deng Deng!

Sun Jingyao steadied himself, an incredulous look on his face: "Impossible! How could an ordinary person have such strength?"

At first, when he heard that Zhao Meng had been defeated by Lin Ran, he thought it was just because Zhao Meng was too useless.

Now it seems that the guy in front of us was clearly hiding his true strength.

Lin Ran didn't take it seriously: "I've already said, I'm naturally strong!"

As he spoke, he exerted force with his feet and threw another punch.

Bang!

The punch was so fast and urgent that Sun Jingyao didn't even have time to block it before being blasted away.

He flew backwards, his feet leaving the ground, bent into a shrimp shape, and flew seven or eight meters before crashing heavily into a metal pillar at the edge of the ring.

Clang!

The metal pillar emitted a muffled hum.

Sun Jingyao slid down the pillar, knelt on the ground, covered his right shoulder with his left hand, and gasped for breath.

The training hall fell silent, then a heated discussion ensued.

"Is this considered an ordinary person?"

"Are we somewhat skewed in our understanding of ordinary people?"

"If he's just an ordinary person, then what am I, an awakened being with a single-arm explosive power of less than 200 kilograms?"

"Useless!"

Zhao Meng's mouth was wide open and his eyes were wide open.

Bai Ruolin stood at the back of the crowd, her eyes filled with amusement.

Lin Haozhe's pupils contracted sharply and then quickly returned to calm, his expression more interesting than anyone else's.

The supervising teacher raised an eyebrow, scrutinized Lin Ran, and then turned his gaze to Sun Jingyao: "Young man, are you still willing to continue the fight?"

At this moment, Sun Jingyao really wanted to admit defeat, because the punch he had just taken really hurt.

But to save face as an A-level Awakened, he gritted his teeth and stood up: "You forced me to use my ultimate move!"

Sun Jingyao brought his palms together in front of his chest, and the flames in his palms squeezed and merged together, gradually condensing into a fireball the size of a fist.

The surface of the fireball was covered with lava-like patterns, radiating a terrifyingly high temperature.

Even the high-strength material of the arena floor began to smoke.