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

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Zhao Haitang leaned back in his chair, his smile fading as his expression turned serious: "Student Shen, I heard you killed quite a few monsters in Qingzhou District a few years ago?"

"It's necessary for work."

Shen Chang'an nodded.

"So, are you interested in the Abyssal Rift?"

Shen Chang'an's pupils contracted slightly.

As the lamplighter of the Night Watch, he certainly knew what the Abyss Rift meant. It was the weak point where the Underworld met the Abyss, the true source of the endless influx of demons into the mortal realm!

"Is there an abyssal rift near Shanghai?"

If a fissure exists near such a megacity with a population of tens of millions, it is definitely a bomb that could explode at any time!

"Not only do they exist, but they are quite large."

Zhao Haitang stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the distant night view: "It's in the East China Sea Bay, more than a hundred kilometers away from the coastline of Shanghai. It's been designated as a permanent no-fishing zone, and its coordinates have been erased from the nautical charts, strictly prohibiting any ships from entering. The Night Town Division, in conjunction with several of Shanghai's top families, has completely sealed it off with a massive barrier."

"The low-level monsters in the city are simply not enough for geniuses like you. But the East Sea Rift is different. It's dangerous there, where you could encounter high-level monsters or even other beings at any time. It's a holy land for earning contribution points and honing your skills, but correspondingly, it's also a true killing field."

As he spoke, Zhao Haitang opened a drawer, took out a piece of mutton-fat jade with a smooth, warm surface and the ancient seal script character "Zhao" carved on it, and placed it on the table.

"The sealed-off area of ​​the East Sea Rift is not open to just anyone. The Town Night Division only opens a limited number of slots each day, and most of them are controlled by aristocratic families."

Zhao Haitang pushed the jade pendant toward Shen Chang'an.

"This is my pass. With this, you can go to the defense line of the East Sea Rift at any time."

Shen Chang'an looked at the jade tablet on the table.

He was well aware of the survival rules of the underworld.

Zhao Haitang is a shrewd businesswoman; she's betting on his future ability to completely dominate the world.

"Thanks, Boss Zhao."

Shen Chang'an deftly stuffed the jade pendant into his pocket.

"Once I've sorted out all this mess at school, I'll definitely go check it out."

Shen Chang'an pushed open the solid wood door and immediately saw Zhao Jin standing in the corridor.

She stood beside the old housekeeper with a stern face and resentful eyes, looking like a young wife who had suffered a great injustice but had nowhere to vent her anger.

Seeing the bruises on her face that hadn't completely faded, Shen Chang'an felt a rare pang of guilt and subconsciously scratched his head: "Um... I did hit her a little too hard on the ring yesterday."

Zhao Jin glanced at him coldly, then turned her head away, leaving him with only the back of her head, which was full of resistance.

"Student Shen, Miss, it's getting late. Let me take you back to school."

The housekeeper spoke up at the right moment, breaking the awkward silence.

Shen Chang'an looked at the street scene rushing past the window and muttered to himself.

This is a private tutoring session that will last for four years at an exorbitant price. As the sister of the sugar daddy, how can she continue her teaching work if the relationship is so strained? I should have held back a little in that last combo yesterday, at least I could have saved him some face.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the gate of Shanghai University.

Before getting out of the car, the butler took out a set of keys with a proximity card from his suit pocket and handed them to Shen Chang'an.

"Student Shen, this is the key to the private martial arts training ground set up by the Zhao family near Magic University. The young lady specifically instructed that the access be granted to you, so you can take the young lady there for training anytime in the future."

Shen Chang'an took the keys and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In a location like near a university in Shanghai, how could a private martial arts training ground be built? The power of capital here is simply insane.

The two got out of the car.

Shen Chang'an looked at Zhao Jin standing under the streetlight and tried to ease the tension: "Zhao, we've already set the schedule. Whenever is a good time for you to teach? If you'd like to have your first lesson, just let me know in advance."

"Now."

Zhao Jin coldly uttered two words.

"Huh?" Shen Chang'an was taken aback.

Zhao Jin looked directly into his eyes, her gaze filled with unyielding stubbornness: "Let's go now and have another fight."

"No, you still have injuries."

Shen Chang'an pointed to the bandages on her face and arms.

"My class may be expensive, but it's not worth making you play while injured."

"It's just a minor injury; you won't die."

Zhao Jin gritted her teeth and roughly ripped off the bandage on her arm, revealing the scabbed wound underneath.

Seeing the girl's relentless and unruly behavior, Shen Chang'an was completely at a loss.

"Okay, since you want to work overtime, let's go."

......

Half an hour later.

Shen Chang'an took the keys and led Zhao Jin to a large, high-end shopping mall less than a kilometer from the school.

Take the dedicated internal elevator directly to the third basement level. With a "beep" from the access card, the heavy doors slowly slide open to both sides.

The sight before him left Shen Chang'an speechless with astonishment.

The entire underground level has been completely opened up and transformed into a massive, top-tier private training ground! It's equipped with all sorts of testing equipment.

Zhao Jin completely ignored Shen Chang'an's scrutiny. She walked straight to the weapon rack, drew a sturdy wooden longsword, skillfully twirled it, and assumed an attack stance in the center of the arena.

Shen Chang'an looked at her serious expression and stroked his chin.

Since it's nominally a "guidance class," it's really a bit unreasonable to go through it empty-handed the whole time.

He walked to the long weapon rack on the other side, picked out a white ash wood spear that felt reasonably good in his hand, and casually weighed it in his hand a couple of times.

"Although I do not know your Zhao family's swordsmanship,"

Shen Chang'an held the gun in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, looking at Zhao Jin opposite him.

"But in the art of weaponry, all paths lead to the same goal: an inch longer, an inch stronger. Today, I'll teach you the basics first..."

"Take this!"

Zhao Jin had no intention of listening to his nonsense. With a sharp cry, she shot out like an arrow, her ironwood sword whistling through the air as she mercilessly pierced Shen Chang'an's heart!

Looking into those eyes, Shen Chang'an sighed helplessly.

This first lesson has to start with getting beaten.

Faced with Zhao Jin's rapid and relentless attacks, he held the middle of the white ash wood spear in one hand and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Snapped!"

The tip of the wooden spear, like a venomous snake, struck Zhao Jin's wooden sword with unparalleled precision. The immense recoil completely neutralized her attack, and before Zhao Jin could even change her move, the spear's butt had already appeared out of nowhere and was pressed against her throat.

"Dead. First life."

Zhao Jin gritted his teeth, took two steps back without saying a word, and charged forward again with his sword raised.

For the next few hours, the massive underground training ground echoed with the dull thuds of wooden weapons clashing.

The two tacitly refrained from using any spiritual power, engaging in pure close combat and a contest of techniques.

However, the gap remains disheartening.

No matter how exquisite and cunning Zhao Jin's sword moves were, Shen Chang'an's seemingly chaotic wooden spear could always block her sword at the most unbelievable angles, and then declare her "death" in various cunning and ruthless ways.

Ten minutes is a life.

This has become an almost inescapable curse for Zhao Jin.