Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Sun Fan stood quietly on the arena.

All eyes were on Class 8, especially on Yan Gaojiang.

He felt as if those gazes were slapping his face.

Sun Fan was clearly the one in the lower position, clearly the one who was challenging himself and falling behind.

But without realizing it, I seemed to have become that inferior horse.

He could no longer care about anything else and decided on the order of appearance without much discussion.

He wanted to prove to the world that even with a miraculous encounter, a noob is still a noob, and a loser is still a loser.

That novice never possessed the mindset of a true strong person.

Only someone like him, who was prepared to die at any moment from the moment he enrolled, could truly become a seed of the Dark Academy.

Come on, let me prove that my martial arts are mine!

The moment Yan Gaojiang made up his mind, his demeanor changed.

At this moment, his mind was no longer preoccupied with any mission, nor with his brother's entrustment or instructions.

There is only one goal: to kill Sun Fan, or to be killed by him.

Today, we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will also decide life and death.

With this resolute determination, Yan Gaojiang slowly walked onto the arena.

"Hmm, not bad," even Old Yao, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but praise.

A martial artist should be prepared to die the moment he steps onto the arena.

Without that fierceness and decisiveness, even the best martial arts skills would lack spirit, and this spirit is precisely what the Dark Martial Arts School pursues and hopes to cultivate.

Meanwhile, Old Zhang stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "This kid's opponent is quite something. I wonder if this kid can handle him."

"Let's see how much of this kid's extraordinary experience he's truly digested."

The moment Yan Gaojiang stepped onto the stage, looking at Sun Fan who still appeared calm and collected, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

I can't help but want to stomp that face into the ground.

"Sun Fan, don't think that just because you had a bit of a lucky encounter, you're anything special."

"Let me show you what it means for the strong to remain strong. In the Dark Martial Arts Academy, if you don't have the resolve to die and rely on a stroke of luck, you can't last long."

"And your good luck ends here for today!"

Sun Fan looked at Yan Gaojiang, who was filled with hatred, and was somewhat confused. It was clearly you who plotted against me, so why did you look so resentful?

What? The guilty party is accusing the innocent first?

So it's wrong of me not to fall for your scheme?

But it doesn't matter anymore; Sun Fan drew his sword.

An ordinary sword.

But the moment he raised his sword...

Everyone noticed a problem, and some teachers even had a change in expression.

Lower-level martial artists could only see that Sun Fan's temperament changed after he took up the sword, but they couldn't explain exactly what the difference was.

Only those with the highest cultivation levels noticed something amiss, but their faces showed disbelief.

How could that be?

Old Zhang suddenly turned to one of his older disciples and asked, "I remember you said that kid Sun Fan used to practice martial arts?"

The disciple nodded: "Yes, it seems to be a family-inherited boxing style, around the rare level, but it doesn't have any special features and isn't much better than ordinary beginner kung fu."

Old Zhang could no longer contain his joyful smile. When he looked at Old Yao on the other side, the other man was sitting in his seat with a livid face.

His smile became even more cheerful.

The moment Sun Fan drew his sword, all the martial artists above the fifth realm felt it.

That was sword intent.

The fifth realm of martial arts is the realm of enlightenment.

Young martial artists may not understand this yet; they may only be able to grasp it after countless failed attempts and countless times when they are battered and bruised.

How thick and heavy is the door to understanding the essence of things?

And now, this door has quietly opened a crack for a martial artist at the first level.

When Sun Fan raised his sword, Yan Gaojiang felt inexplicably uneasy.

He could also realize that perhaps he had underestimated Sun Fan.

However, confident in his trump card, he still chose to strike first.

His movements were like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, his hands forming claws, a dark light emanating from his fingertips. That was the internal force of the "Extinction Hand," as venomous as a snake, specifically designed to devour the meridians.

He didn't hold back.

With three backup plans, why should he hold back?

His golden silk armor protected his vitals, his Ruyi gloves amplified his claw power, and he also carried Qi-boosting pills and Qi-replenishing pills in his bosom—gifts from his elder brother, the foundation of his confidence in winning today.

He wanted to show everyone what it means for the strong to remain strong.

The claw wind has arrived.

Sun Fan's sword was still in its sheath.

Some people in the audience gasped, some sneered, and some closed their eyes.

Then--

The sword is drawn.

Many people didn't even see how Sun Fan drew his sword.

All they saw was Yan Gaojiang's figure suddenly freeze, his fierce claw stopping three-tenths of an inch in front of Sun Fan, unable to advance any further.

Sun Fan's sword tip was already pressed against Yan Gaojiang's throat.

Between the sword tip and the throat was a layer of soft gold-threaded armor.

That was a treasured armor that could even block internal force; it was a life-saving item that Yan Gaotian had painstakingly prepared for his younger brother.

But at this moment, Yan Gaojiang felt a chill that went straight to his bones.

In a normal martial arts competition, he had already lost.

What's even more terrifying is that he doesn't even know how he failed.

Even Mr. Zhang, who was the most relaxed person in the audience, could not remain calm.

He stared intently at Sun Fan's sword, his mind filled with bewilderment.

How is that possible?

Forget about sword intent.

The world is never short of geniuses in all walks of life.

They always manage to gain insights in certain scenarios, tentatively testing the threshold of enlightenment.

Sun Fan just touched it very early.

This sword strike, however, is not merely about artistic conception.

There is also a kind of simple and unadorned beauty forged through countless trials, blows, and drops of sweat.

This is not something that can be achieved simply through a flash of inspiration or some serendipitous encounter.

It can only be achieved through hard work and dedication, day and night; there is no shortcut.

Just who is this child?

The competition on stage continued.

Sun Fan was somewhat surprised that the sword strike had been blocked by the soft armor.

"A turtle shell? Interesting. But with my next strike, I'll stab your head. Your turtle shell doesn't have a faceplate, does it?"

Yan Gaojiang glared at Sun Fan fiercely, and without saying a word, put the two pills in his pocket into his mouth.

His actions also piqued Sun Fan's interest: "Oh? You have a backup plan?"

After the pills were slowly digested and he felt the power of his internal energy filling his body, Yan Gaojiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, you'll regret your arrogance!"

With Sun Fan's superb sword skills, if he were to be suppressed with a relentless, storm-like attack, he might not even have a chance to swallow the pill.

Thinking about this, he felt a little scared.

The unexpected encounter was indeed terrifying; he had prepared three backup plans, yet he still almost failed each time.

However, it's all time to come to an end.