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Inside Duan Hongyuan's office.

Lin Feng followed Shen Qing into the elevator. When the doors opened, there was only one door at the end of the corridor.

The door wasn't closed.

Duan Hongyuan sat behind a wooden table with several documents spread out in front of him.

He moved his teacup to the side and looked up.

"sit."

Lin Feng pulled out a chair and sat down.

Duan Hongyuan didn't speak immediately.

He flipped through the file Zhou Che had given him on the table and read it from beginning to end.

"Eighteen years old, fourth dan of martial arts."

"Fifth dan".

Lin Feng waved his hand and corrected him.

Duan Hongyuan paused for a moment while turning the page, then looked up and glanced at him.

"Did you break through on the way here?"

"I'm just idling around anyway."

Duan Hongyuan closed the file and rested his fingers on the table.

"Your achievements in the Northern Territory are impressive; I've seen them all. You fought your way from the F-level rift to the Crimson Rift, and you even beheaded two Martial Kings from the provincial capital."

He paused for a moment.

"If your resume were in peacetime, you'd be sentenced to death ten times over."

Lin Feng did not respond.

Duan Hongyuan leaned back in his chair and changed his posture.

"I called you here not to investigate your murder. I know Qian Peng and Huang Kun deserve to die."

"So what do you need me for?"

Duan Hongyuan pulled a document out of the drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Feng.

The cover has six large characters.

Longyuan Cup - New Star Battle.

The line below in smaller print reads: National Martial Arts School Rising Star Competition.

Have you heard of it?

Lin Feng shook his head.

"Held every two years, all martial arts universities across the country participate. Each school sends five students, all under the age of 23. The competition consists of team battles and individual battles, and the final rankings determine each school's military resource allocation and martial arts inheritance quota for the following year."

Duan Hongyuan held up one finger.

"The top-ranked school receives triple the national funding and an additional SS-level cultivation technique inheritance. The second-ranked school receives double the funding and an S-level cultivation technique. Schools ranked third and below only receive the basic allocation."

Lin Feng opened the file.

The list of participating institutions includes more than 30, and the previous results are marked next to the names at the top.

Shanghai Martial Arts University – Four-time consecutive champion.

Yunhai Martial Arts Academy – three-time runner-up.

Tiannan Martial Arts University – twice ranked third.

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Turn to the last page.

Guodu Martial Arts Academy – Established two years ago, with no competition record.

Lin Feng closed the file.

"Is the National Capital Academy newly established by the military?"

"Yes, I approved them myself two years ago." Duan Hongyuan picked up his teacup and took a sip. "The foundation was weak, and the teaching staff and student body were not up to par. The four you just criticized were already the most outstanding in the academy."

"You want me to compete on behalf of the academy?"

"Um."

"I never went to college."

"The rules of the Longyuan Cup are age restrictions, not educational restrictions." Duan Hongyuan put down his teacup. "I can give you a special admission status for the Capital Academy right now, and the procedures can be completed today."

Lin Feng leaned back.

"I'm not going to work for nothing!"

Duan Hongyuan raised an eyebrow.

State your conditions.

"First, psychic martial arts techniques." Lin Feng held up one finger. "I want two sets of combat-type psychic martial arts techniques suitable for rank three or higher psychic masters."

Duan Hongyuan tapped his fingers twice on the table.

He stared at Lin Feng for two seconds.

"No, two sets are too many. I'll give you one and a half sets."

"A full set is fine, half a set is fine, but why is there a set and a half?"

Lin Feng was somewhat puzzled.

"One complete set, and I'll give you the first three layers of the other set."

Duan Hongyuan began to explain.

"Don't underestimate that half set. Each martial art technique was obtained from the ancient martial arts arsenal, and its power is in no way inferior."

"Second, pills." He held up another finger, "Ten S-grade or higher Body Tempering Pills."

Duan Hongyuan almost dropped his teacup.

"Do you think this is a pharmacy? There aren't even a hundred S-grade Body Tempering Pills in the whole country."

"You want ten by yourself?"

"How much can you give me?"

Duan Hongyuan pondered for a few seconds.

"Five S-grade stones, and I'll give you ten more A-grade stones. That's the limit of what I can allocate."

"make a deal."

"besides?"

Lin Feng took a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it.

There were more than a dozen lines of text written on it.

Duan Hongyuan took it and glanced at it, his temples throbbing a few times.

"Are you robbing me?"

"This is called reasonable compensation. Think about it, how much is the reward for winning the Dragon Abyss Cup? An SS-level cultivation technique inheritance plus triple the funding—that's hundreds of billions of resources. I helped you win the championship, so asking for this isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Duan Hongyuan placed the paper on the table and looked at it again from top to bottom.

Two pieces of S-grade forging material.

One high-level storage ring.

Unrestricted access to the military's military manuals library for three days.

The permanent right to free access to and from the cracks surrounding the capital.

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The last line reads: If the above conditions cannot be met, you will not participate.

Duan Hongyuan remained silent for a full ten seconds.

He folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

Are you sure you can win the championship?

"The Shanghai Martial Arts University has won four consecutive championships. What level is their strongest student?"

"It should be around the seventh or eighth level of King Wu, something like that."

"That's enough."

Duan Hongyuan stood up, walked around the table, and went to the window.

"The match is in three days. Your teammates are those four you just knocked down."

Lin Feng's expression changed slightly.

"I beat them up, and they're willing to team up with me?"

"That's your problem." Duan Hongyuan turned around, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Three days to adjust on your own."

He walked to the door, took out the paper, and looked at it one last time.

"Everything you requested will be in place after the competition."

The door closed.

Lin Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Zhang Qian.

"Could you please check the strength data of the participating universities in previous Longyuan Cups? The more detailed the better."

Zhang Qian replied instantly: "Received! But Lieutenant Lin, what is the Dragon Abyss Cup?"

"A fighting competition. I want to participate."

Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket.

Shen Qing waited in the corridor, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Are you done talking?"

"Um."

"Did the chief of staff agree to your terms?"

"They've mostly agreed."

Shen Qing's expression didn't change much, but her mental energy ripples trembled slightly.

She had followed Duan Hongyuan for three years and had never seen the chief of staff so generous in allocating resources.

"Lieutenant Lin, are you confident about the competition?"

Lin Feng walked towards the elevator without turning his head.

I don't do things I'm not sure about.

Early the next morning.

Lin Feng was assigned to live in the dormitory area of ​​the Capital Martial Arts Academy.

The single room was far superior to those in the North.

He had just put down his luggage when there was a knock on the door.

open the door.

Four faces.

Qin Lie stood at the front, his left cheek still swollen, with a plaster on it.

Behind him were Ye Zhi Qiu, Mo Chang Feng, and Su Wan Er, each with a different expression.

Ye Zhi Qiu's arms were bandaged, Mo Chang Feng had three plasters on his back, and Su Wan'er had no injuries on her face, but her complexion was noticeably worse.

Qin Lie opened his mouth several times, held it in for a long time, and finally uttered a sentence.

"Director Fang said, 'We are to follow your orders.'"

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