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"Who's winning?!"

"It looks like we flew out together!"

"Senior Ye definitely won!"

"Bullshit! Our Brother Jiang Feng clearly won!"

The crowd below the stage suddenly stood up and exclaimed in disbelief.

No one expected that Jiang Feng and Ye Zhiwei would fly out of the arena at the same time!

"elder brother!"

Shen Weilan's face turned pale as she hurriedly ran forward.

"Bang!"

Jiang Feng knelt on one knee, his chest heaving with a surge of blood and qi.

"snort!"

He groaned, a metallic taste rising in his throat, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed the mouthful of blood-tinged saliva.

"Brother... are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?"

Looking at his sister, whose eyes were red-rimmed, Jiang Feng forcibly suppressed his disordered internal energy and shook his head: "It's alright, I'm not injured, don't worry."

On the other side of the ring.

Ye Zhiwei forcefully twisted her delicate body in mid-air, rolled once in the air, and landed steadily.

Her usually cool and aloof expression was now pale, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"River Breeze".

"They're also skilled in leg techniques!"

She looked up at Jiang Feng across from her, her eyes filled with seriousness.

This high school student is a monster!

Just then, someone shouted, "Jiang Feng landed first! Senior Ye was a step too late; Senior Ye won!"

However, Ye Zhiwei interrupted him, shaking her head expressionlessly.

"No one won this contest."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

Ma Baoguo strode over, first checking Jiang Feng's body, and only after confirming that the kid was alright did he feel relieved.

He surveyed the entire arena and announced loudly, "This match is a draw!"

The moment the words were spoken, the entire high school group fell silent for a second, and then burst into excited roars!

"Jiang Feng is awesome!!"

"A challenge beyond one's level, a third-rank cultivator going head-to-head with a fourth-rank! A draw means Brother Jiang Feng wins!"

"That's right! Jiang Feng won!"

Hearing the provocative cheers from the other side, the college students behind Ye Zhiwei turned pale and rolled up their sleeves, ready to hurl insults back.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Ye Zhiwei stopped them. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "They're right. I fought a third-rank opponent while only at the fourth rank, and we only managed a draw."

"Even if I lose this match, Jiang Feng wins."

After saying that, she ignored the astonished expressions of the people behind her, turned around and looked at Ma Baoguo, clasped her hands together and performed a martial arts salute: "Master Ma, I have learned a lot from today's exchange. I will lead the team back to the school to report first."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Ma Baoguo's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Ye Zhiwei turned and left.

Just as she was about to leave the venue, she suddenly stopped and turned back to give Jiang Feng a deep look.

At this moment, Jiang Feng was surrounded by a crowd, and excited praises came like a tidal wave.

Xiao Xingye, in particular, was so excited that his face flushed, and he gestured wildly, describing the details of the battle he had just witnessed.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse."

Ma Baoguo walked forward with his hands behind his back and pushed through the crowd.

He looked at Jiang Feng, a rare smile appearing on his usually serious face: "Jiang Feng, you did a really good job today!"

As he spoke, he took out a jade bottle from his pocket and tossed it over.

"This is the reward promised before the competition: a Grade 3 elixir—the Thunder Pattern Blood Nourishing Pill."

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly caught the jade bottle.

Sensing the faint thunderous power and blood energy fluctuations emanating from within, he solemnly thanked Ma Baoguo.

If this pill is used to assist in cultivating lightning-based martial arts, it will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort, which can be considered an unexpected bonus.

As the competition came to a close, Ma Baoguo's expression turned stern again.

"Quiet down! Don't get too excited!"

"Although today's combat results were somewhat different from what I expected, you have at least witnessed the brutality of real combat!"

"When the three cities take the joint entrance exam, you will not only face the top talents from the other two cities, but also confront the monstrous beasts lurking in the abyss!"

"At that time, the battle won't stop there; it will only become more bloody and deadly!"

"The only thing you can do now is to improve your strength like crazy!"

"Arrogance and complacency are your death warrants on the battlefield!"

"Starting today, you're all on a three-day holiday to adjust."

"Three days later, high-level leaders from Linchuan City will personally visit the site for inspection."

At this point, Ma Baoguo paused and dropped a bombshell: "There's one more thing. Besides you thirty trainees, there's actually another special training camp with nearly twenty trainees."

"Most of them are elites from major private elite schools."

"At that time, you will be combined to jointly represent Linchuan City in this joint examination of the three cities."

"Before the joint venture, both sides will inevitably have to conduct discussions and assess each other's strengths and weaknesses."

Ma Baoguo snorted coldly, "Don't embarrass me then!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd below was completely dumbfounded.

"There's another special training camp? Why haven't we heard a thing about it?"

"That's right! All the elite students from our No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 Middle Schools are here!"

Seeing the confused looks on most people's faces, Xiao Wan Ning frowned slightly and said, "Private martial arts high school, you mean that aristocratic school in the north of the city."

"A prestigious private school?"

Jiang Feng asked, puzzled.

As a resident of Linchuan City, he was completely unaware that there was a prestigious private school in his area.

Xiao Wanning explained in a low voice, "Because students entering public martial arts high schools must have their files created and their talent information made public."

"But certain forces in Linchuan City do not want their children's information to be exposed too early."

"Therefore, they would send their direct descendants to private elite high schools for secret training."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

The background and wealth of some wealthy families cannot be viewed through the eyes of ordinary people.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Wanning's tone became somewhat serious: "Moreover, according to the information I've received, the strongest among the younger generation of the Jin family is not Jin Yiming, but Jin Muyang!"

"Jin Muyang?"

Jiang Feng was slightly taken aback.

I've never heard of this name before.

"That's right!"

"I heard my dad say that Jin Muyang awakened the Saint-level 'Fire Saint Physique' and was even exceptionally allowed to cultivate the Saint-level low-grade technique, 'Flaming Blaze,' which only the head of the Jin family had ever been qualified to access!"

"The Kim family has poured almost all of their resources into him."

"Add Tie Zheng from the Tie family, Wang Yuyan from the Wang family, and Gu Yuanchao from the Gu family..."

These four individuals are collectively known as the "Golden Generation" of Linchuan City!

"hehe!"

Xiao Xingye, standing to the side, curled his lip and sneered, "I've met that kid Jin Muyang before; he acts all high and mighty."

"So what if he got lucky and awakened some kind of Saint-level physique? What's so great about that!"

"The 'Golden Generation,' my foot! Forget one-on-one, I bet even all four of them combined couldn't beat my brother Jiang Feng!"

Upon hearing this flattery, Jiang Feng's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly. He turned to Xiao Wan Ning and asked, "What cultivation levels are these four guys at now?"

Xiao Wan Ning sighed, a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "They should have all broken through to become fourth-grade grandmasters."

A gentle breeze swept across the field.

Jiang Feng's face twitched.

Can he take on four Grandmasters all by himself?