Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Time flies, and the freshman competition has reached its final stage.

The giant training ground at Chengwu University was packed with people, and every seat was occupied.

On the huge central arena, a referee held a megaphone, his loud voice echoing throughout the arena.

"Dear students and teachers!"

"After several rounds of intense competition, we have selected the top 50 contestants for this year's freshman competition!"

"Next comes the final stage of this competition: a free-for-all battle among fifty people!"

This match is not just about individual skill.

It tests the contestants' ability to form alliances and communicate with others before the competition.

In a melee of fifty people, a powerful ally is far more important than a sophisticated martial art.

Finding a strong teammate who will never stab you in the back is crucial.

Of course, all rules are meaningless in the face of absolute power.

If you are strong enough to crush the other forty-nine people, then you naturally don't need to pay attention to these so-called tactics and strategies.

"It's so lively!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Xian led Nan Shunian onto the arena.

Nan Shunian had a lollipop in her mouth, her dead fish eyes looking around as if she hadn't woken up yet, seemingly uninterested in everything around her.

Joining them on the stage were forty-eight other promising newcomers who had fought their way through the brutal elimination rounds.

But what happened next was this...

"Yang Shen! I'm your most loyal fan! Please go easy on me later!" As soon as a contestant stepped onto the stage, he approached Yang Xian with a big smile and offered his hand.

Yang Xian was taken aback for a moment, but still shook hands with him politely.

What's up with this guy?

One person took the lead, and the others, as if they had planned it, all gathered around.

"That's right! Yang Shen, we absolutely won't take your first place. You can just watch us play from the sidelines!"

"Yang Shen, it's my honor to compete on the same stage as you! I'll try to stay a little longer, and if I can stay until the end, I'll definitely jump off the stage on my own and won't get in your way at all!"

"Yang Shen, could you give me your autograph?"

"Yang Shen..."

Before the fight even started, the atmosphere on the stage became strange, turning into a huge fan meeting.

It's no wonder they're not ambitious.

Yang Xian's feat of instantly killing a fourth-realm demon with a single move had already spread throughout the entire freshman year—a feat that even many upperclassmen couldn't achieve. Faced with such a vast difference in strength, the only thing the weak could do was to look up to and curry favor with the strong.

This scene made some of the audience members feel both envious and jealous.

"Holy crap! I get to shake hands with Yang Shen after advancing? Is that even possible? I should have fought harder back then!"

"Damn! I was so close to advancing! I'm so regretful now!"

"Just being able to shake hands with Yang Shen is worth it even if I don't win any prizes!"

"No seats available...!"

These discussions naturally reached the ears of some upperclassmen, leaving them somewhat bewildered.

The situation at the front is urgent, and all senior students who were on missions outside the city were forcibly repatriated to Nanhai City a few days ago.

A senior student, watching Yang Xian being fawned over on the stage, curiously asked a freshman next to him, "Junior, who is this 'God Yang' you're talking about? Why is he getting all this attention?"

The freshman who was asked about Yang Xian became even more excited than when introducing himself, and straightened his back considerably.

"Senior, you don't even know Yang Xian? He's Yang Shen! Our freshman's number one prodigy!"

"He possesses three divine-level cultivation techniques, understand? Divine-level! And not long ago, he instantly killed a fourth-realm demon with a single move!"

"Yang Shenren is handsome and humble; he's practically the idol of all of us freshmen!"

The new student was spitting as he spoke, his tone filled with pride and honor, practically praising Yang Xian to the skies.

The third-year student listened in a daze.

Wow, is it really that amazing?

If this is true, then calling him God Yang wouldn't be an exaggeration.

On the other side of the audience seats.

Jiang Mengyun listened quietly to the various praises and flattery directed at Yang Xian around her.

A gentle shimmer appeared in her beautiful eyes, and a proud smile bloomed on her lips.

Seeing her man so outstanding and admired by so many people, she couldn't be happier.

"I didn't expect Yang Xian to be so popular at school... just like in high school." Jiang Mengyun murmured to herself, resting her chin on her hand.

However, in high school, most of the girls liked him because of his handsome face.

Upon arriving at the Martial Arts University, a place where strength is paramount, he not only proved to be handsome but also possessed terrifyingly high strength.

This allure is undeniably fatal.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out on one side of the audience, attracting everyone's attention.

A uniquely styled group was seen pushing through the crowd towards the best viewing area in front of the arena.

It was a cheerleading squad consisting of more than twenty beautiful young girls.

However, they weren't wearing the usual athletic skirts, but rather exquisitely tailored maid outfits, paired with white lace aprons and knee-high black stockings, attracting countless ardent gazes with every step they took.

The entire audience was stunned.

"Wait, whose cheerleaders are dressed as maids cheering them on?"

"Wow... those legs... cough cough, I mean, this way of cheering is really unique!"

"Who could resist this?! If someone cheered me on like that, I could break through to a higher realm right here and now!"

Even Jiang Mengyun turned her gaze over curiously.

The cheerleader was none other than Xu Huanhuan, the red-haired girl with twin ponytails who seemed to thrive on chaos.

She seemed to sense something and looked in Jiang Mengyun's direction.

The two women's gazes met in mid-air, sparking an invisible flame.

Xu Huanhuan raised her chin triumphantly in Jiang Mengyun's direction, revealing a provocative smile with her little tiger teeth.

Immediately afterwards, she waved her hand, and the two maid-dressed girls behind her unfurled a huge banner.

The words "Yang Xian Supporters Association" were written in a bold, elegant style above.

"Sisters! Let's show our spirit! Let's cheer for our Lord Yang Xian!" Xu Huanhuan shouted loudly, hands on her hips.

"Yes, Chairman!"

The next second, a unified and slightly seductive cheer resounded throughout the venue.

"Yang Xian, Yang Xian, go for it! Handsome and dashing, the best player of the night!"

"A wave of the hand exudes power! A stomp of the foot brings down all opponents!"

The girls shouted slogans that were incredibly embarrassing while making cute cheering gestures. Their black skirts fluttered up and down with their jumps, drawing alluring arcs.

This spectacular and outrageous scene plunged the entire training ground into a brief silence, before erupting into an even louder uproar.

In a corner of the audience, Bai Chuyi, Xia Ming, and Feng Yuling were also cheering for Yang Xian.

"What... what's going on here...?"

On the stage, Yang Xian looked at the maid cheerleading team led by Xu Huanhuan below the stage and felt his temples throbbing.

I was wondering why Xu Huanhuan didn't participate in the qualifying rounds!

So that's what they were planning to do to me!