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Shen Qing pulled a folder from the glove compartment in the passenger seat and handed it over.

"These are your four opponents."

Lin Feng did not open his eyes.

"The four geniuses of the freshman class at the Capital Martial Arts Academy, nicknamed 'The Light of the Capital'."

Shen Qing spoke slowly, uttering each word one by one.

"The first one is Qin Lie, a second-level Martial King, specializing in swordsmanship. He excels at close-range burst damage and his sword strikes are extremely fast."

"The second one is Ye Zhi Qiu, a first-level Martial King and a sword cultivator. He has inherited an S-rank sword technique that has a wide attack range and is extremely powerful at mid- to long-range.

"The third one is Mo Changfeng, a first-level Martial King, specializing in fist techniques. His physical body is extremely tough, able to withstand a full-force attack from a fourth-level Martial King without injury."

"The fourth one is Su Wan'er, a ninth-level Martial Grandmaster and a second-rank Spiritual Master."

When she got to the last one, Shen Qing paused for two seconds.

"A second-grade mentalist is already rare in the capital. Her mental field has a radius of over 100 meters, and she can implant temporary illusions without her opponent noticing."

"In last year's annual martial arts competition in the capital, out of the eight finalists, five were defeated by her illusions."

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on the hilt of the Fang of Calamity, his breathing steady.

"Lieutenant Lin, don't be careless. These four are not like the young masters from the powerful families in the provincial capital."

Shen Qing glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"They were the top talents personally selected by Chief of Staff Duan from across the country. They received top-notch martial arts education and combat training from a young age, and each of them had fought on a real battlefield."

Lin Feng did not reply.

The folder sat to the side, unopened from beginning to end.

He closed his eyes and focused his attention on the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 105400

"The Indestructible Golden Body Technique, cost 40,000."

[Consumption of martial arts points×40000]

[The Undying Golden Body Technique (10000/50000) → (50000/50000), advanced to perfection!]

[Effect: Completely immune to physical attacks of the same tier; physical attack damage reduced by 60% for attacks one tier higher; physical attack damage reduced by 40% for attacks two tiers higher]

A warm current surged from the lower abdomen, but not violently; it was more like being immersed in warm water.

The Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique and the Undying Golden Body Technique blend perfectly under the fusion of the Myriad Phenomena Return to One Technique, without the slightest rejection.

Lin Feng felt an extremely fine golden pattern rise on the surface of his skin, which disappeared after a few seconds.

The density of his body is not visible to the naked eye, but he knows it himself.

Even if a mid-stage Martial King were to strike him with full force, he would at most be forced to take two steps back.

[Remaining Martial Arts Points: 65400]

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and then added the remaining points to his cultivation level.

[Consumption of martial arts points×40000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Grandmaster Stage 4 → Martial Grandmaster Stage 5!]

With the aid of his powerful physique, this breakthrough did not cause him much discomfort.

"arrive."

Shen Qing's voice came from the front.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

The scenery outside the car window was a completely different world from the North.

A military base covering tens of square kilometers stands in the center of the field of vision.

Inside the walls, the tallest tower pierces the sky, with a huge spirit-gathering array core rotating at its tip, drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from several miles around to the center of the base.

The armored vehicle slowed down and passed through the first checkpoint.

Verification, scanning, and registration—the entire process is more than ten times stricter than the sixth line of defense.

After passing the second checkpoint, the car entered the main road inside the base.

On both sides are neat and uniform training grounds and barracks, and occasionally groups of soldiers run by, well-equipped and with a restrained demeanor.

Even the most random patrolman you encounter on the road is at least a martial arts master.

"The highest military district in the capital..."

Lin Feng glanced around, then took the Fang of Calamity off his back and held it in his hand.

The armored vehicle stopped in front of a detached building.

The building was small, three stories high, and had no fancy decorations, but the two guards standing at the entrance had an unusually calm demeanor.

King Wu.

Both were King Wu.

Just the fact that the gatekeepers were all King Wu tells you about the scale of this place.

Lin Feng got out of the car, and Shen Qing followed behind.

On the steps by the entrance, a middle-aged man in a gray military uniform stood with his hands behind his back. He was in his early forties, with a square face, a buzz cut, and a black mole on his chin.

The aura of the third stage of King Wu spread out without any concealment.

He glanced at Lin Feng from head to toe.

"You're Raymond Lam?"

"Um."

"What year?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

The middle-aged man scoffed, exhaling through his nose.

"My name is Fang Zhengguo, an instructor in the practical combat department of the Capital Martial Arts Academy. I am in charge of the coordination work for this test."

He circled around Lin Feng for half a time.

"There's a lot of talk about it in the North. They say you cleared a B-level rift all by yourself, and you're a Rank 3 Spiritual Master."

Fang Zhengguo stopped and stood facing Lin Feng again.

"I've taught in the capital for twelve years. What kind of genius haven't I seen? As for rumors, you'd be lucky if three out of ten are true."

He pursed his lips slightly.

"Seeing is believing, so I hope you're really that strong."

Lin Feng, carrying the Fang of Calamity, didn't reply.

Fang Zhengguo frowned slightly.

This kid's attitude isn't very good.

An eighteen-year-old martial arts master at the fourth level is indeed not bad, but in the capital academy, this level is still not enough.

He's seen more geniuses than Raymond Lam has ever taken a dump.

"Since you're here, let me set the tone for you first."

Fang Zhengguo took a step forward.

The oppressive aura of a Martial King was suddenly released.

This oppressive force wasn't released randomly; it was precisely aimed at Lin Feng alone.

The air grew heavy, and the pebbles on the ground began to vibrate slightly.

This is a long-standing rule at the Capital Academy.

Newcomers, regardless of their background, are first intimidated and their true worth is assessed.

Eight out of ten young men in the Wuzong Duan family couldn't stand firm in the face of King Wu's oppressive aura.

If you can stand firm, then you've got guts.

No one has ever appeared who can smile.

Shen Qing stood to the side without moving.

She had seen this scene far too many times.

That's just Fang Zhengguo's temperament; he always has to put pressure on whoever comes first.

Last time, a genius at the seventh level of the Martial Grandmaster realm came to the provincial capital. He was so overwhelmed by the pressure that his knees had to bend three times before he could stand up.

Her gaze fell on Lin Feng.

The oppressive aura had already spread across an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

Lin Feng stood in the very center.

Didn't move.

It didn't budge.

It wasn't that they stubbornly refused to move.

There really is no response.

He even tilted his neck and made a cracking sound.

"this one?"

Lin Feng looked down at his clothes and dusted off his sleeves.

Fang Zhengguo's face froze.

This kid's performance completely exceeded his expectations.

The pressure of a Martial King should be enough for a Martial Grandmaster at the fourth stage. Even if they don't kneel down, they should at least frown.

He didn't wrinkle.

Even his posture hasn't changed.

Fang Zhengguo was unconvinced, so he slightly increased the pressure by 20%.

Visible twists and turns appeared in the air.

The two guards at the door moved half a step to the side.

Lin Feng took a step forward.

That's it.

Fang Zhengguo sensed it.

A force of recoil emanated from the soles of Lin Feng's feet, surging towards him along the ground.

puff.

A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of Fang Zhengguo's mouth.

The blood and qi are churning.

My chest feels tight and constricted.

He quickly withdrew his oppressive aura, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The movement was very subtle, but it did not escape Shen Qing's eyes.

Shen Qing's pupils contracted slightly.

She cultivates mental power, making her perception far more acute than that of ordinary martial artists.

Just a moment ago, she clearly felt a very brief golden ripple appear on Lin Feng's body.

That's not the protection of qi and blood.

That was the body's own reaction.

His body was so hard that it could passively counter the oppressive aura of the Martial King.

What kind of training method can cultivate such a physical body?

Fang Zhengguo stood on the steps, his back covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He looked down at his slightly numb right hand.

"Holy shit."

He swallowed those two words.

I can't admit defeat outwardly, but I've already thought it through in my mind.

This kid's physical toughness far exceeds the standard of the fourth stage of Martial Sect.

That kind of passive counter-force is something no one in the entire capital academy can achieve.

Fang Zhengguo composed himself and wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Okay, you've got some skills."

His tone changed; it was no longer condescending, but he wasn't completely convinced.

"Let's go, the testing ground is behind us. The chief of staff is keeping an eye on things, so let's not waste time."

Lin Feng followed him into the building.

At the end of the corridor is a military elevator that leads directly underground.

The elevator descended for about thirty seconds.

The door opened.

A massive underground arena appeared before us.

The circular space has a diameter of over two hundred meters.

Dozens of people sat in the stands around the perimeter, their uniforms varying in shade, but each had more stars on its epaulets than the last.

Lin Feng glanced at the stands.

There were four people sitting in the top row.

Three men and one woman.

One of the men, who was about sixty years old, sat in the center, wearing a dark gray military uniform with three general stars lined up on his shoulder insignia.

He had no expression, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and slowly took a sip.

Chief of Staff Duan Hongyuan?

Lin Feng subconsciously probed in that direction with his mental power.

He had only stuck his head out less than two meters.

A vast spiritual barrier crashed into us.

Lin Feng's head buzzed, and his mental energy was bounced back.

Emperor Wu.

He immediately withdrew his mental energy and stopped probing.

At the other end of the arena, an iron gate slowly rose.

Four figures emerged from behind the iron gate.

The leader was a short-haired young man with two knives at his waist, and he walked with a steady gait.

Behind him followed a woman in white, holding a three-foot-long sword, the tassel of which swayed gently as she moved.

To the left rear was a burly man, shirtless, with bulging muscles all over his body, and black hand wraps around his fists.

At the very back was a woman in a long purple dress, unarmed, with her hands tucked into her sleeves and a faint smile on her lips.

The four people walked to the center of the field and stopped at the same time.

People in the stands started talking.

"Here they come, the pride of the capital!"

"Qin Lie, Ye Zhi Qiu, Mo Chang Feng, and Su Wan'er teaming up—isn't this test a bit too much?"

"What is the Chief of Staff trying to do? Four against one? This isn't a test, it's an execution!"

"Haven't you heard? That guy over there is a madman from the North, the one who cleared out a B-level rift all by himself."

"How insane can a fourth-stage Martial Grandmaster be?"

Fang Zhengguo's voice came through the radio.

"Before the test begins, both parties confirm their identities."

"Challenger: Second Lieutenant Lin Feng, from the Sixth Defense Line of the Northern Territory, directly under the Special Operations Command of the Provincial Capital Martial Arts Headquarters."

"The team accepting the challenge: the special selection team of the Capital Martial Arts Academy. Qin Lie, Ye Zhi Qiu, Mo Chang Feng, Su Wan Er."

The broadcast paused for a second.

"Rules: Unrestricted sparring. Surrender or unconsciousness results in a loss."

"No restrictions on weapons or methods."

Four people stood opposite each other, each with a different expression.

Qin Lie examined the Fang of Calamity in Lin Feng's hand, his fingers gently stroking the hilt.

Ye Zhiqiu held the long sword horizontally in front of his chest, the tip of the sword drooping slightly.

Mo Changfeng clenched his fist twice, causing the muscles on his shoulders to bulge.

Su Wan'er's smile remained unchanged, but Lin Feng's mental power detected an extremely subtle ripple of mental energy spreading outward from her body.

She's already making plans.

Lin Feng took the Fang of Calamity off his shoulder and rested it on the ground.

The dragon scale spirit pattern lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

The last message came over the loudspeaker.

"start."