Reborn as the Candle Dragon, I became the strongest academy guardian beast.

Qinglong Academy.

Martial arts training ground.

This newly built martial arts training ground has now become Su Chen's exclusive teaching venue.

In the training field, Lin Fan, Xu Liyue, and Chu Yunfeng were sweating profusely.

In stark contrast, the tall and robust Kong Bowen sat on a small round stool, holding a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in his hands, and reciting it softly.

Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.

"Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."

"Five thousand!"

After completing his 5,000th push-up, Lin Fan stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Kong Bowen.

Kong Bowen arrived at the training ground half an hour ago.

The three then learned that the teacher had taken on a new student.

Upon seeing Kong Bowen's massive physique, Lin Fan was thrilled and immediately invited him to train together.

Unexpectedly, Kong Bowen said that his training methods are somewhat different from those of ordinary people.

As he spoke, he took out a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and sat down in the corner to read it.

"Cultivation through reading? What a strange cultivation method..."

Lin Fan looked somewhat surprised.

However, since it was a training program arranged by the teacher, it must have a deeper meaning.

A sense of urgency ignited in Lin Fan's eyes.

He had a vague feeling that the new student the teacher had taken on was definitely not simple.

It seems he needs to step up his game!

"I have a manual on power-based combat techniques here, which is perfect for you."

As Lin Fan was pondering to himself, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears.

A semi-transparent white phantom then slowly floated out from his ring and stood beside Lin Fan with his hands behind his back.

It was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a white robe, with an air of otherworldly grace; he was none other than the White Elder hidden in Lin Fan's ring.

Elder Bai is currently in his soul form, and only Lin Fan, who is wearing the ring, can see him. Xu Liyue and Chu Yunfeng, who are not far away, are completely unaware of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Bai raised his hand and waved it, and a golden light entered Lin Fan's brow.

Soon, a combat technique called "Nine Forms of Thunder" appeared in Lin Fan's mind.

Although this combat technique is not very extensive, it is extremely profound. It can unleash a powerful force capable of shattering mountains and breaking rocks by layering internal energy.

Lin Fan closed his eyes and silently comprehended the contents of the "Nine Forms of Thunder" in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he had a clear understanding in them.

Old Bai stroked his beard and smiled: "Good comprehension, go and test its power."

Lin Fan nodded slightly and walked to a completely black alloy machine.

The front of the machine features a heavy force target, next to which is an LCD screen displaying force data.

"The normal strength range for a second-tier martial artist is roughly between 500 and 800 kilograms. If your strength can reach 800 kilograms, then you are qualified," Elder Bai's voice came from the side.

"Um."

Lin Fan took a deep breath and slowly raised his right arm.

Purple arcs of electricity erupted from his palm, coiling around his right fist like tiny snakes.

The next moment, Lin Fan's eyes narrowed, and his right fist, crackling with lightning, slammed into the target.

"boom!"

一声沉闷的巨响迴蕩，液晶显示屏上的数字疯狂跳动：1000、1500、1800……冲破了2000大关后，最终稳稳停在了2400公斤的位置。

2400 kg.

Old Bai nodded in satisfaction.

Even without using combat techniques, Lin Fan's strength was more than three times that of a normal second-tier martial artist!

This kid's potential is truly astonishing!

At that moment, Lin Fan threw a second punch.

This punch was heavier and more powerful than the first one, the purple lightning crackling and popping, and the numbers on the display screen soared again.

2800 kg!

The third punch followed immediately, with purple lightning spreading upwards and wrapping around Lin Fan's entire arm.

3200 kg!

That's right, this is the secret of "Thunderous Nine Styles".

Nine punches were thrown in quick succession, each punch more powerful than the last!

The fourth punch.

The fifth punch.

The sixth punch.

……

As Lin Fan delivered punch after punch, the numbers on the display screen skyrocketed like a runaway horse.

Finally, Lin Fan threw his ninth punch.

6200 kg!

"Bang!"

As the numbers on the display screen surpassed 6,000 kilograms, a deafening roar resounded, and the four fixed iron rods at the bottom of the testing instrument could no longer withstand the terrifying force that had accumulated layer upon layer, and they broke at the same time.

The entire machine was wreathed in purple arcs of electricity, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and leaving a shocking dent.

It's not that the testing device is of poor quality; it's just that this machine was originally designed specifically for low-level martial artists.

Who would have thought that a second-tier martial artist could unleash such terrifying power?

At the same time, Lin Fan's aura surged from the seventh level of the second tier to the ninth level of the second tier.

Second tier, ninth level!

Lin Fan was just one step away from entering the third tier!

Old Bai's eyes widened slightly.

This kid possesses such terrifying combat power at only the second tier.

Once you reach the third tier, what will that be like?

genius!

This child is absolutely a martial arts genius that comes along only once in a century!

Although Lin Fan was unwilling to acknowledge him as his teacher, he could only now occupy a position similar to that of a protector.

But that's enough.

Elder Bai knew in his heart that with Lin Fan's talent, his future potential would definitely not stop at the ninth rank.

When that day comes, Lin Fan will surely be able to help him realize his long-cherished wish...

"Awesome!"

Seeing this, Kong Bowen, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but sigh.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Please forgive my crude language..."

Kong Bowen has gradually realized that not only his reading, but also his words and actions will directly affect his own strength.

To become stronger, he not only needed to read extensively, but also to conform to the standards of a "gentleman" in every word and deed.

In contrast, Chu Yunfeng, standing to the side, was not so particular.

Sensing Lin Fan's aura, he exclaimed with delight, "Brother Fan, you've reached the ninth level of the second tier!"

Chu Yunfeng was very clear about this.

For Lin Fan, taking on challenges beyond his level was as commonplace as eating a meal.

In the arena competition at Xinghai Martial Arts Hall, Lin Fan, relying on his second-level cultivation, easily defeated Lu Shaoming, who was at the third level.

If Lin Fan can advance to the third rank before the Martial Arts Tournament, who among the four academies can stop him?

Wearing a black vest, Xu Liyue, who was bench pressing a 2,000-kilogram barbell, also paused her movements and cast an approving glance at her.

Lin Fan smiled modestly, just about to say something.

At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A crack silently appeared in the space above the training ground, and a small black dot emerged from the void!

The next second, the small dot rapidly expanded, spreading in all directions.

In an instant, darkness swallowed the lights, swallowed the walls, and then swallowed the entire martial arts training ground...