Mad Doctor No. 9

As for those ancient martial arts families, they felt a mix of emotions, a mixture of fear and concern for the future, but they dared not say anything more.

After the ceremony, we had a tour and free time to talk.

Wang Tian was surrounded by representatives from various forces. People kept toasting him, greeting him, and chatting with him.

No matter how high the other party's status or how experienced they were, Wang Tian was able to handle them calmly, neither servile nor arrogant, maintaining his dignity and displaying the demeanor of a leader.

Many outside martial artists who had only heard of him but never seen him were all impressed after witnessing Wang Tian's prowess.

"Although Chairman Wang is young, his aura surpasses that of many old guys who have cultivated for decades. Moreover, his speech and knowledge are extraordinary. No wonder he can convince everyone."

"It's more than just extraordinary. Look at Elder Chen and Elder Xu; they address each other as equals, even with a hint of respect. This young man has a bright future ahead of him."

Not far away, Su Qingxuan watched Wang Tian's effortless and radiant demeanor, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

She knew very well that this man's stage would not be limited to Jiangnan, but rather to his entire life.

With the research institute on track, Wang Tian handed over daily affairs to Elder Chen and Su Qingxuan, while he himself cultivated, guided Qin Yuwei and Zhang Qingyun, and secretly studied the Kunlun map in preparation for any eventuality.

That day, Old Xu called, his tone somewhat grave: "Xiao Wang, I have a task for you. A special envoy from the Knights Templar of the Far East in Europe has come under the guise of martial arts exchange, but in reality, they've heard of your deeds and want to 'weigh' the strength of China's younger generation. I'm afraid they have ulterior motives. They specifically requested to go to Jiangnan to meet the 'youngest honorary president in history.'"

"The Templars?" Wang Tian raised an eyebrow. He had heard of this organization before. It had a long history in the Western world, ostensibly descendants of ancient knights, but secretly possessed a vast foundation and resources. It had intricate relationships with forces such as the Vatican and wielded considerable influence in the international underworld.

They pride themselves on their "noble lineage" and "ancient heritage," and look down on martial arts from other regions.

"We arrived in the afternoon. The leader was a young knight named 'Alger,' who was said to be one of the top figures in the Knights Templar, holding the title of Silver Knight, which is equivalent to our mid-stage Transformation Realm level. Moreover, he was proficient in Western martial arts, swordsmanship, and holy light magic."

Accompanying them were several Bronze Knights and some clerical staff. "Old Xu said, "The higher-ups hope you can treat them well and give them a warning, but you also need to be careful not to escalate things."

Wang Tian calmly said, "I understand. I'll go and meet them."

In the afternoon, a group of special guests arrived at the research institute.

Alger truly lived up to his legendary status, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a well-fitting white knight's outfit. A silver cross sword was pinned to his chest, giving him an air of superiority.

Behind him followed five attendants dressed in knightly attire and two civilian staff members.

As the vice dean of the academy, Su Qingxuan naturally treated him with utmost respect.

Alger's attitude was quite polite, but his words always revealed, intentionally or unintentionally, his doubts about Eastern martial arts and his admiration for his own lineage.

"Miss Su, don't be fooled by the modern facilities here. Martial arts cultivation emphasizes lineage and the nobility of bloodlines." Alger spoke in fluent but not-so-standard Chinese. "I've heard that your academy's founder is a very young man? To become a leader, one must have sufficient qualifications, sufficient achievements, and sufficient... bloodline."

Su Qingxuan smiled slightly: "Sir Alger, Eastern and Western cultures are different. Strength and morality are the most important. Although Chairman Wang is young, his cultivation is high and his achievements are great, which is obvious to all."

"Really?" Alger didn't deny it. "Then I'm even more looking forward to communicating with Chairman Wang. I wonder if there's any time now? We brought the Knights' unique 'Holy Light Stone' with us this time. It can most directly detect the power and purity of each person, and it can also help us get to know each other better."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and one of his men presented a palm-sized, rhomboid crystal that emitted a soft white light.

This is clearly showing off.

The teachers and students from the surrounding academies were somewhat displeased upon hearing this.

At that moment, a calm voice rang out.

"Martial arts are not just about the strength of energy."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wang Tian appear at the entrance of the reception room at some point, slowly walking in.

He was dressed plainly, but he exuded an air of authority that made Alger and the others pause in surprise.

"Is this President Wang Tian?" Alger stood up and looked Wang Tian up and down, somewhat surprised. He couldn't sense any powerful energy fluctuations from Wang Tian, ​​but his intuition told him that this person was not simple.

"Yes. Welcome, everyone, from afar." Wang Tian sat in the main seat, his posture relaxed, exuding the demeanor of a superior. "I have long heard of the Knights Templar's long history, and seeing them today, it is indeed... extraordinary." He glanced at Alger and the others, deliberately pausing on the words "extraordinary."

Alger understood the underlying meaning in his words, his brow furrowing slightly, but he still maintained his politeness, saying, "President Wang, you flatter us. We came here to learn. I wonder if President Wang would have the honor of demonstrating the mysteries of Eastern martial arts for us? Of course, it's just a friendly exchange."

Wang Tian smiled slightly and said, "Suit yourself. Sir Alger was quite interested in this, so we chatted briefly. However, swords have no eyes, so how about we try another method?"

"What's the solution?"

"Don't move, don't move. If you can force me back half a step within three moves, I'll consider it a loss," Wang Tian said calmly. "If not, Knight Alger, please put away your unnecessary sense of superiority, take seriously the differences between Eastern and Western martial arts, and remain humble and respectful."

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Alger is a Silver Knight, which is equivalent to a Transformation Realm expert! Wang Tian actually wants to stand still and let him strike three times? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? Even Su Qingxuan, Qin Yuwei, and others who know Wang Tian's strength are somewhat worried.

Alger was taken aback at first, then his face darkened with anger, a sense of being slighted creeping over his words: "President Wang, are you sure? My Holy Light Slash is no child's play!"

"Please." Wang Tian simply stretched out one hand, making a "please" gesture, and stood there, unmoving as a mountain.

"Not bad!" Alger laughed in fury, showing no mercy.

He took a step back and drew an ornately decorated longsword from his waist, the sword gleaming with a milky white light.