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"Feiyang, it's been a long time."

Seeing that arrogant figure appear in the distance, Mo Nianchu's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she took the initiative to go forward and greet him.

However, Long Feiyang seemed not to see her at all and walked straight toward the entrance of the martial arts school.

He paused slightly as he passed Jiang Feng.

"snort!"

"Since when did the stray dogs from No. 3 Middle School become qualified to participate in special training?"

Long Feiyang's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"This special training is to prepare for the upcoming joint examination of the three cities."

"The trash from No. 3 Middle School, they'll only embarrass Linchuan City if they go there!"

Upon hearing this, the air in front of the martial arts school seemed to freeze.

Mo Nianchu crossed her arms, not angry at being ignored, but watching the two with great interest.

Tie Qingshan was also happy to see this.

Jiang Feng's previous punch that crippled Wang Teng had truly shocked him.

Jiang Feng's setback is definitely not a bad thing!

Moreover, Jiang Feng is definitely no match for Long Feiyang.

He and Long Feiyang were classmates for three years in the provincial capital's special training camp, so he knew all too well just how formidable this dragon crossing the river was!

But Long Feiyang certainly has the right to be arrogant!

At only eighteen years old, his Qi and Blood value has reached the peak of the third grade, and he has one foot in the threshold of the fourth grade Grandmaster!

Even his father predicted that Long Feiyang would surely break free from his cocoon and become a fourth-rank official.

If this happens, the Azure Dragon Society's strength will surge.

Even the organization listed Long Feiyang as a candidate for Ace of Spades, and the level of importance attached to him even surpassed that of Jiang Feng.

However, Jiang Feng's expression remained calm in the face of Long Feiyang's mockery.

"What are you showing off for!"

Xiao Xingye was furious. Pointing at Long Feiyang, he retorted angrily, "Just because you're from the provincial capital, you think you're so great? You think you're the best in the world?"

"Don't forget, Wang Teng was just as arrogant before, but in the end, he still fell to Jiang Feng like a dead dog!"

Long Feiyang stopped, chuckled, and shook his head as if looking at someone with an idiot.

Don't misunderstand.

He held up one finger and casually drew a circle, encompassing everyone. "I'm not targeting Jiang Feng alone."

"I mean, everyone here... is trash!"

"In this joint examination of the three cities, I, Long Feiyang, alone am more than capable of sweeping all opponents and winning the championship!"

"As for you bunch of country bumpkins, going there will only make people from other cities think that Linchuan City has no one, just a bunch of good-looking but useless trash."

After saying that, Long Feiyang sneered and strode into the martial arts hall, not even bothering to give the others a second glance.

"Damn it! I'm so angry! What's this guy pretending for?!"

Xiao Xingye was so angry that his lungs felt like they were going to explode, and he wished he could rush up and fight.

"Brother Jiang Feng, aren't you angry?"

He turned to look at Jiang Feng, who remained calm, and asked.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng smiled calmly and countered with a question: "Hoshino, if a three-year-old child ran up to you right now, pointed at your nose, and said he was going to beat you to a pulp, how would you feel?"

"I?"

Xiao Xingye paused for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Of course I find it funny, why bother with him..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Xingye suddenly realized something, and his eyes lit up.

Jiang Feng's gaze calmly fell upon the entrance of the martial arts school.

No matter how much Long Feiyang barks, he is nothing but an ant in his eyes and is not worthy of being his opponent.

"River Breeze".

A calm voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Song Haoze walked over steadily, carrying a long sword in his arms.

"Long Feiyang is not to be underestimated."

His eyes were serious as he warned in a deep voice, "This guy mainly cultivates the Azure Dragon Technique, a high-grade King-rank inherited skill from the Azure Dragon Society. His blood and qi are incredibly abundant. In addition, he also cultivates a mid-grade King-rank fist technique and a low-grade King-rank leg technique."

"He'll definitely find another opportunity to target you during today's special training."

"oh?!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng became interested.

Have you practiced both fist and leg techniques?

Wouldn't that be the same as him?

I wonder if that guy can withstand one of his punches!

Then, Jiang Feng turned to look at Song Haoze, and after sizing him up for a while, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

This kid actually broke through too.

When they last met at the Martial Arts Association, Song Haoze was only at the third rank, six stars level. Now, with his blood and qi surging like a rainbow, he has actually soared to the third rank, nine stars level!

What surprised him even more was that the other party exuded a sharp and piercing aura.

That's... sword energy?!

The concept of weaponry differs from that of fists and feet, and is divided into three realms: "sword energy, sword radiance, and sword intent".

Song Haoze's performance undoubtedly signified that he had entered the Sword Qi Realm.

"You've cultivated sword energy?"

Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

Once one cultivates sword energy, their strength will far surpass that of ordinary people at the same level.

This Song Haoze seems to have a rather unusual physique.

Upon hearing this, a look of shock flashed across Song Haoze's face.

"How did he figure that out?!"

"I clearly did my best to conceal my aura!"

But the next second, Song Haoze's expression froze.

Because in the instant their eyes met, he sensed an overwhelming and terrifying aura emanating from Jiang Feng!

That is... the essence of martial arts!

"Ming Jin?!"

Song Haoze's pupils contracted sharply, and then the shock in his eyes turned into a relieved, bitter smile.

"No wonder...no wonder you don't take Long Feiyang seriously at all."

"Your boxing technique has actually reached the level of Ming Jin (manifest strength)."

The two spoke softly, yet their conversation was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Standing behind her, Xiao Wan Ning's beautiful eyes widened, and she subconsciously covered her red lips with her hand, her face full of disbelief.

Jiang Feng... has cultivated Ming Jin?!

Doesn't that mean he's not far from breaking through to the fourth-grade Grandmaster level?!

She had heard Elder Tang say that one of the most important conditions for breaking through the third-grade barrier and becoming a fourth-grade grandmaster was to comprehend the hidden strength of martial arts!

Jiang Feng has now mastered the Ming Jin technique.

Such talent is simply astonishing!

Holy crap!

Xiao Xingye's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he blurted out a curse, "Brother Jiang Feng, you've mastered the Ming Jin style of fist techniques?!"

"You're amazing!"

"I thought that after finally breaking through to the third rank, I could finally catch up with you, but I didn't expect you to step on the gas and leave me without even a trace!"

Behind the crowd, Shen Weilan stood quietly.

Looking at Jiang Feng's composed profile, she felt her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

My brother... is so handsome!