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Fan Duan struck with a palm, the wind from which was enveloped in powerful true energy.

The palm strike whistled, its power contained within.

The seemingly light palm strike carried a chilling danger.

Fan Duan's Soft Bone Palm technique appears weak and powerless on the surface, but it actually conceals deadly intent. Once struck, the force will surge into the body like a tidal wave, shaking the internal organs.

This is why those people didn't appear to have any injuries on the surface, but were actually in excruciating pain.

So much so that the little pearls fell out.

Faced with Fan Duan's attack, Mu Yang dared not be careless in the slightest.

He reached his right hand to his waist and gripped the handle of the black gold four-sided mace with his five fingers.

"Clang—!!"

The black, four-sided mace was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

He poured all his immense strength—90,000 jin in one arm—into his mace without reservation.

The Thirty-Six Styles of Mace Techniques – A Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

The mace strikes like a dragon, with the force of a thunderbolt.

A piercing sonic boom echoed through the air, and a visible shockwave exploded outwards from the mace.

Fan Duan's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of unease suddenly surged into his heart.

Oh no, there's danger!!

Almost instinctively, based on his assessment of the crisis, he immediately mobilized all the remaining true energy in his body, which surged into his right arm like a flood bursting its banks.

Layer upon layer of protective material covered the surface of the arm.

At the same time, he secretly activated the Qi Condensation Realm martial art, "Refined Gold Iron Bone Skill," which he had cultivated for many years.

A metallic sheen shimmered on his arm, and his skin instantly tightened, his flesh hardening like refined iron.

It was almost the instant Fan Duan made the decision and completed all of this.

The long mace, like a dragon, roared in.

"clang--!!!"

The sound of the collision, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded across the field.

Fan Duan felt a terrifying force, like that of a savage beast, coming from the mace, overwhelming and unstoppable.

next second.

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone around them.

Fan Duan was like a stone thrown by a catapult, tracing an arc in the air above the training ground before crashing heavily to the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose in all directions.

The training ground was deathly silent.

The two remaining untested martial artists stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit a goose egg.

Even the few official members of the Demon Slayer Division who were watching the spectacle were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?"

Someone in the room muttered to themselves.

What did he just see?

A third-tier Blood Marrow Realm martial artist sent Fan Duan, a fourth-tier Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, flying with a single mace strike.

Is this still the martial arts he knows?

"Old Fan!"

Several members of the Demon Slayer Division responsible for medical care were the first to react and immediately rushed forward with medicine.

Fan Duan, panting heavily, slowly stood up from the ground.

His right arm hung down naturally, and the robes on his upper body had been torn to shreds by the shockwave from the attack, revealing his muscles trembling slightly with bulging veins.

What's even more alarming is that the web between his thumb and forefinger on his arm has split open, and blood is dripping from his fingertips.

"Cough cough—"

Fan Duan coughed twice, his blood and qi surging, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

He forced himself to suppress the shock, his heart filled with horror.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, channeling all his inner energy into his right arm at the last moment while simultaneously activating the "Refined Metal Iron Bone Technique" to enhance his defense...

Even if he doesn't die, he'll probably be bedridden for a month or two.

Even though he reacted quickly, his right arm is still sore and numb, and he probably won't be able to fight again for a while.

The younger generation is truly formidable!

"Mr. Fan, how are you?"

A member of the Demon Slayer Division took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a pale green pill, and handed it to Fan Duan.

This is a healing pill, made from a third-grade precious medicine, which has remarkable effects on internal injuries.

This was originally intended as medicine for the examiners, but unexpectedly, it ended up being used on the examiners one day.

Sure enough, after working in this field for a long time, you'll encounter all sorts of bizarre things.

"It's alright."

Fan Duan took the pill, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a moment before he felt his surging blood and qi calm down.

He moved his right arm slightly, and although he was still a little uncomfortable, it was no longer a big problem.

"Good lad!"

Fan Duan raised his head and looked at Mu Yang, who was holding a black gold four-sided mace.

His gaze held astonishment, appreciation, and a hint of undisguised complexity.

"I've lived for decades and seen countless geniuses, but someone like you is truly a first."

Fan Duan walked slowly back to the training ground, looked at Mu Yang, and smiled: "You've passed the test. Go register."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fan!"

Mu Yang retrieved his black gold four-sided mace and bowed slightly.

Actually, for a moment after Fan Duan was sent flying backwards, Mu Yang was genuinely worried.

I thought this old man could take them down with a single palm strike, exuding an air of superiority and possessing extraordinary strength.

Unexpectedly, he almost killed him with just one blow.

Why does it seem like the strength of a Qi Condensation Realm martial artist isn't very strong?

Mu Yang had some doubts.

Fan Duan: I'm really sorry I didn't let you have enough fun.

After Fan Duan made the announcement, the Demon Slayer Division staff member in charge of registration looked at Mu Yang as if he were a monster.

After a while, he calmed himself down, picked up his pen, and began to record Mu Yang's information in the notebook.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test. From this day forward, you will be a reserve member of our Qinghe County Demon Slaying Division."

As he spoke, he took out a black iron token from under the table and handed it to Mu Yang.

The token had no elaborate patterns; it simply had the characters "斩" (slay) and "妖" (demon) engraved on its front and back, respectively.

"This is a temporary identity token. It will be replaced with a formal bronze token once you are officially recognized as a member."

"By the way, the uniforms and equipment for the reserves can be collected from the logistics department with your token."

"In addition, all reserve members have one opportunity to receive a Qi Condensation martial art for free, which they can collect at any time from the armory using their token."

Get a free Qi Condensation martial art?

Mu Yang's eyes lit up.

He thought he would have to complete several tasks and accumulate enough merit points before he could redeem them.

It can only be said that it truly deserves to be called the ace department of the Great Jing Dynasty.

How spacious!

Otherwise, our Demon Slaying Division could have grown so big and powerful!

Thanks for reminding me!

Mu Yang thanked him and then turned to head to the armory.

..................

The Demon Slayer Armory is located in the very center of the complex.

The place was heavily guarded, with two guards standing at the entrance, exuding a faint aura of menace and with eyes as sharp as knives.

After showing his token, Mu Yang went inside.

The armory's interior space was enormous, at least much larger than the one in Qingxi County.

However, compared to the Qingxi County Armory, where everything is displayed in one space, the Demon Slayer Division's Armory is practically empty.

There was only a place that resembled a reception desk, and an elderly man with gray hair.

He was lying on a wicker chair, rocking back and forth leisurely.

Upon hearing Mu Yang's footsteps, he slightly raised his left eye, glanced at him casually, and said nonchalantly:

"For uniforms and equipment, turn left to room number three. The catalog of Qi Condensation Techniques is in the booklet on the table. Choose one, write it on a slip, stamp it, and then turn right to room number one to collect it."

"Thank you for informing me, senior. I understand."

Mu Yang nodded, walked to the table, and opened the book.

The general classifications are similar to those in the county's catalog, but the details are completely different.

Weapons, Armor, Martial Arts, Secret Techniques, Precious Medicines, Elixirs, ...

A variety of exchangeable items appeared in Mu Yang's eyes.

It's dazzling.

Besides the wide variety of items, what Mu Yang was most concerned about was the exchange price of the items.

It is no longer the merit points commonly used by government offices, but a calculation system called merit.