High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

After the meeting, the new students poured out of the auditorium like a tide.

The group then began discussing the departmental issue that Zhou Nianci had mentioned earlier.

"Chang'an, which department are you planning to apply to?"

Ji Lin asked, fanning himself with a folding fan.

"Magic-based".

After all, he possesses abnormal physical strength and doesn't need a physical training teacher. What he lacks most right now is fancy magical techniques.

Ji Lin nodded.

"Okay, then I'll apply to the magic department too."

"However, I plan to develop in all aspects, and I'll also audit some classes in physical skills."

Li Xiwan thought about it seriously for a moment: "I'll also apply for the magic major. I don't have any talent for melee combat, so it's better to specialize in it."

Bai Yin, chewing on a lollipop, mumbled in agreement, "I'm fine with whatever you do, I'll go wherever you go."

As they were chatting, just as they stepped down the wide steps in front of the auditorium, Shen Chang'an suddenly stopped.

In the center of the square ahead, a figure stood quietly.

She was a girl dressed in a black fitted tracksuit, her long hair tied in a neat high ponytail, exuding a heroic spirit. Even standing in the bustling square, her cool and beautiful face and aloof aura still attracted the frequent glances of many freshmen.

Shen Chang'an recognized her at a glance: Zhao Jin, the second young lady of the Zhao family.

Unexpectedly, this sugar daddy's sister acted so quickly, showing up at the door on the second day of school.

At the same time, Zhao Jin also keenly caught Shen Chang'an's gaze, her cold eyes instantly locking onto him.

"I have something to take care of."

Shen Chang'an turned to the three people beside him and said.

"You guys go back first."

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin and the other two exchanged glances. Instead of leaving, their eyes blazed with gossip, and they slowed down to follow Shen Chang'an, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Shen Chang'an walked straight up to Zhao Jin and politely extended his right hand: "Hello, let me introduce myself, I'm Shen Chang'an. Your sister sent me here..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chang'an's outstretched hand was ruthlessly slapped away.

Zhao Jin didn't even glance at his hand hovering in mid-air. Her icy face remained expressionless as she uttered a few words curtly:

"Come with me to the training ground."

After saying that, she turned and left without any hesitation.

Shen Chang'an looked at his hand, which was red from being slapped, and his lips twitched. He muttered to himself, "This guy wants to fight as soon as we meet? This 50 million salary is really hard to earn..."

Despite his complaints, he didn't refuse and followed after them with his hands in his pockets.

"A training ground?!"

The two hadn't deliberately lowered their voices during their conversation, and the freshmen around them, who had just been scolded by Zhou Nianci and were now looking for an outlet for their energy, immediately perked up their ears.

"Holy crap! A martial arts competition on the second day of school?"

"Let's go, let's go see what's going on! Let's see who this big shot is!"

The freshmen, always eager for a good show, instantly got excited and all rushed over.

......

The martial arts training grounds at Shanghai University are located in a spacious underground facility. Not only are there numerous training grounds, but they are also fortified with robust defensive formations.

Zhao Jin was clearly familiar with the area and led Shen Chang'an directly to the No. 1 arena, which had the largest area in the underground A zone.

The venue fee has already been paid in advance by credit card.

"Go to the side to complete the safety waiver procedures, then get up here."

Zhao Jin stood at the edge of the ring, turned around and coldly uttered a sentence, then flipped onto the stage.

Shen Chang'an was exasperated: "I mean, we're just having a private sparring session, there's no need to make such a big fuss, is there?"

Zhao Jin simply closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing, completely ignoring him.

"OK."

Shen Chang'an laughed in exasperation, muttering to himself as he swiped his fingerprint on the machine next to him.

"Looks like we need to teach this girl a lesson for Boss Zhao, otherwise we won't be able to carry out our work in the future."

In the few minutes the two were preparing, the news spread like wildfire, reaching every student in the freshman group.

The once empty training ground No. 1 in Area A was filled to capacity with thousands of people in a very short time!

Front row of the stands.

Looking at the girl with an astonishing aura on the stage, Li Xiwan tugged at Ji Lin's sleeve with some concern: "Ji Lin, who is that girl? Why does she seem so hostile towards Shen?"

"It's not just big, it's downright menacing."

Ji Lin closed his folding fan, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That's Zhao Jin, the prodigy of the Zhao family, a top-tier family in Shanghai. An eighteen-year-old sword cultivator at the third realm, an absolute martial arts fanatic and ruthless individual. I heard that during her summer vacation, she single-handedly fought a fourth-realm demon outside the city! Brother Shen, how did you get involved with such a female tyrant so soon after arriving?"

Baiyin, oblivious to everything, munched on potato chips: "Who cares? She's definitely going to get beaten up anyway."

After completing the formalities, Shen Chang'an slowly walked up the steps to the arena made of special materials.

As he walked, he casually remarked, "Boss Zhao said you're at the third realm. Fine, since we're doing this for money, I won't take advantage of you. I'll only fight you with my third realm cultivation."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the arena that had fallen completely silent due to the martial arts competition, it reached everyone's ears clearly.

A collective gasp erupted from the audience.

"Holy crap? What did he say? Only the third realm?!"

"This kid means his true cultivation level is more than just the third realm?! An eighteen-year-old fourth-realm expert?! That's just bragging!"

"I know Zhao Jin, but who's this guy? He's wearing a tattered T-shirt and looks really poor. Which rural branch of the police station is he from?"

"He probably wanted to show off in front of his crush, but he's messed up..."

On the arena.

Upon hearing Shen Chang'an's words, Zhao Jin's handsome brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

She walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the arena, drew a gleaming, unsharpened steel longsword, and casually pointed it at the weapon rack:

"Pick your weapon. I practice with a killing sword; swords have no eyes, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Weapons are unnecessary."

Shen Chang'an stood still, his hands still in his pockets, looking languid.

"I'm just giving you pointers; I don't need any weapons yet."

Zhao Jin's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and the longsword in her hand emitted a crisp sword sound:

"Arrogant and conceited."

The moment those four words were uttered, the audience of over a thousand people erupted in chaos!

"Is this kid crazy?! Catching Zhao Jin's sword bare-handed?!"

"Does he even know who Zhao Jin is?! She's a tigress who slaughtered all the scions of prominent families in Shanghai!"

"Last month, that arrogant young master of the Wang family, who was once considered an invincible third-realm expert, was severely injured by Zhao Jin, who cleaved him in two with his sword. He's been in the hospital for half a month!"

"He's such a show-off! Goddess Zhao, don't waste your breath on him, just chop him up!!!"

Listening to the thunderous roar of the torches around him, Shen Chang'an slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, twisted his neck, and made a series of cracking sounds.

"Come on, let me see just how powerful your killing sword really is."

"But let me make this clear in advance: I don't know anything about chivalry when I'm fighting. You'd better be prepared to end up in the hospital; I won't be responsible for your medical expenses."

These words immediately caused a stir in the stands.

"Where did this guy, Jiahao, even come from? He's such a show-off!"

"Damn it, whoever dares to talk to Goddess Zhao like that will probably be unable to leave the ring and will need an ambulance to take them away!"

"quiet!"

The instructor from the Night Town, acting as referee, raised his right hand and swung it down sharply: "The sparring begins!"