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

Yan Gaojiang charged forward again, carrying his most prized claw.

With the gloves on, the claw-like wind formed by the surging internal energy had almost completely blocked all of Sun Fan's escape routes.

He was confident that as long as he grabbed onto Sun Fan's sword, he would succeed.

He could break that scrap metal with a flick of his wrist.

A swordsman without a sword is completely at his mercy.

Unfortunately, all of this was just his beautiful fantasy.

This time, he saw Sun Fan's sword clearly.

His sword wasn't as fast as he had imagined.

Just when he thought he was about to grab the sword, the sword in Sun Fan's hand slipped away like a nimble snake.

It arrived first, but came later, pointing to his head.

Yan Gaojiang hurriedly swung his arm to try and push it away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Yan Gaojiang watched in disbelief as the tiny dot on the tip of the sword grew larger and larger.

He wanted to twist, he wanted to hide, but he couldn't escape.

Sun Fan's sword tip pierced straight into Yan Gaojiang's face.

One sword, headshot.

The life-saving soft armor ironically became Sun Fan's best excuse to kill.

Why is it that his other positions are so well protected that his defenses can't be breached?

Sheath your sword.

A jet of blood gushed out from the cave entrance.

The audience remained silent.

Unable to contain his rage, the ferocious tiger Yan Gaotian stood up, his eyes filled with a fierce ruthlessness that seemed ready to devour anyone who might harm him.

But when Yao, who was standing next to him, looked at Zhang, who was looking at him with amusement, he was surprised.

He had no choice but to reprimand, "Sit down! This is a fair competition. If you lose, you have to accept it!"

The ferocious tiger remained standing, staring intently at Sun Fan, veins bulging on its neck. Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between its teeth: "Teacher, that's my own brother, my only brother."

Old Yao didn't even look at him: "I said, sit down!"

No matter how unwilling he was, Yan Gaotian could only sit down silently.

At this moment, Sun Fan seemed to sense something as well. Following that gaze, he saw a face below the stage that bore a striking resemblance to Yan Gaojiang.

He had become more ruthless and sinister, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

He already knew the man's identity.

Yan Gaotian is Yan Gaojiang's older brother.

Sun Fan looked at the other person, and the other person looked at Sun Fan as well.

Sun Fan slowly ran his thumb across his neck, giving the other person a thumbs-up.

Next, turn your thumb downwards!

Instantly, the entire venue was ignited!

This is blatant provocation!

A fresh-faced first-year student, recklessly crossing the age barrier, challenges a third-year senior who has already reached the pinnacle of the dark martial arts academy.

The crowd could no longer contain their excitement and erupted in a cacophony of howls!

Even the teachers who were maintaining order turned a blind eye to this behavior for a while.

It's been a very long time since anyone has done something so reckless, and nobody dislikes seeing the underdog overthrow the superior.

But most of the freshmen who openly provoked the upperclassmen died before they even had a chance to develop.

Died from various accidents.

Here, there are no external rules to protect you, and none of the senior students who have reached that position are arrogant fools.

We're used to seeing geniuses rise to power through cautious, underhanded tactics, but rarely do we see such a blatant provocation and humiliation.

Therefore, even the teachers who were maintaining order allowed these new students to vent their emotions for a while.

Three minutes later, he finally spoke: "Silence!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was amplified by internal energy, sounding like a resounding bell, and the entire audience immediately fell silent.

The challenges continue.

The instructor, who was in charge, asked the eighth training class, "Please welcome the next contestant to the stage."

The remaining officers of Class 8 looked at each other for a while.

Ultimately, they all chose to abstain.

When the gap in strength is no longer enough for them to demonstrate their martial arts skills, then going up to compete would be nothing more than being a clown jumping around.

No teacher would want to take on a clown.

A person should have self-awareness.

Besides, this ruthless person doesn't seem easy to talk to. He has plenty of opportunities to show himself, so there's no need for him to be so reckless.

That's not bravery, that's stupidity.

The fifth group of people in the audience were a mix of excitement and mixed feelings.

Before they came, they could hardly imagine that they had so easily risen from the bottom of the pack to the top three.

Judging from Sun Fan's appearance, he seems to still have energy left, and it's not impossible for him to become the number one in his age group one day.

In that case, resources and benefits will all increase.

But I also have some concerns.

Being too sharp and assertive makes one an easy target, especially since the squad leader's actions just now were practically an open challenge to the ferocious tiger.

Too much rigidity leads to breakage; how long it can live is hard to say.

However, with Class 5's victory, their resources and treatment have improved significantly, at least in the short term.

If we can seize this opportunity to give a strong push to the cadres, even if Sun Fan falls from grace, we may still be able to complete a transformation.

The minds of the meat-eaters began to stir, and their gazes toward Scarface became fervent.

Previously, we were at the bottom of the class with very few resources. No matter how much was allocated, we wouldn't get much ourselves, so there was no need to waste our energy trying to please them.

Things are different now.

Dark martial arts schools are always so realistic.

Those with cunning minds had already noticed something after the competition in Sun Fan's class. Those who thought he could defeat Yan Gaojiang had already tried to build a good relationship with Scarface.

Unfortunately, Scarface always had a domineering demeanor, coupled with his considerable martial arts skills and taciturn nature, making him impossible to approach.

However, it was precisely because Sun Fan valued this aspect of him that he entrusted him with the important task of resource allocation.

In the subsequent ranking matches, there were no more underdogs like Sun Fan. Most of the matches were between classes of similar strength, with only one place difference in ranking, and they competed against each other.

The teachers in the stands were yawning.

For them, this kind of childish game of make-believe had no appeal whatsoever.

The classes ranked first and second were neither challenged nor chose to challenge others.

The scene became increasingly boring, and some of the teachers on stage even started yawning.

As the competition ended and everyone was about to disperse...

He was quite tall, but very thin, with the bone structure of his neck clearly visible. His face, which was originally quite handsome, looked somewhat distorted due to the lack of facial fat.

If you put it at night, it would probably look more like a ghost than a human.

He walked straight up to Sun Fan, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and this simple gesture gave the impression that he had exhausted all his strength.

"I am Ximen Lianfeng. On behalf of my master, I invite Young Hero Sun to come forward for a chat."

Upon hearing this name, everyone around changed their expressions. Those who were eager to invite Sun Fan to join them all stopped in their tracks.

Ximen Lianfeng, the "Thin Tiger" among the Five Tiger Generals

No one would look down on him because of his sickly appearance.

But he himself always looked like he was about to catch his breath.

"Ahem, young master Sun, is it alright?"

Sun Fan nodded.