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On the main stage, the three most powerful figures in Linchuan City were already seated.

The city's chief, Lu Chenshan, sat upright in the center, his aura deep and imposing, as unfathomable as the deep sea.

On the left, Major General Huo Yuejun of the Linchuan Military Region, dressed in a crisp military uniform, sat upright like a gun, exuding an aura of iron-blooded power.

On the right, Long Yuan, the president of the martial arts association, looked at the young martial artists who were entering the arena below with a kind smile.

"Why are there so few people?"

Huo Yuejun's brows furrowed sharply, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Where are Liu Yuyan's students? Haven't they arrived yet?"

"If there were soldiers in the barracks with such a complete lack of time management, I'd have made them run their legs off carrying heavy loads long ago!"

Lu Chenshan smiled helplessly and turned his head to look at his secretary behind him.

Despite the major general's imposing presence, the secretary, sweat beading on his forehead, quickly bowed and said, "General Huo, please calm down. Master Liu has already led his team to the stadium entrance and will be entering shortly."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the martial arts school gates roared.

Liu Yuyan, accompanied by more than twenty young men and women with vigorous blood and energy, strode into the venue.

Looking at this group of sharp-eyed young people with completely different demeanors, Lu Chenshan's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded slightly, saying, "Not bad! This year's youngsters are indeed of much higher quality than in previous years."

He was somewhat emotional.

I remember a few years ago, if Linchuan City produced a third-rank martial artist, it would be enough to be treated as a treasure.

But now?

Among the twenty-odd people below, several clearly showed fluctuations of true energy, indicating that they had already stepped into the realm of fourth-grade martial artists!

"It seems that in this year's joint examination of the three cities, our Linchuan City will not lose too badly."

Lu Chenshan laughed.

"snort!"

Huo Yuejun scoffed dismissively, his rugged face radiating arrogance: "If you ask me, we should just throw all these brats into the army camp and let them fight those alien beasts for a month or two!"

"What kind of skill is it to just spar in the ring every day without drawing blood?"

"Only by crawling out of a pile of corpses can one become a true warrior!"

"Crazy Huo, your theory doesn't apply to everyone."

Long Yuan picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and shook his head in rebuttal: "These kids are the pride of Linchuan, and they're incredibly arrogant."

"If you really throw them into the military camp, that melting pot, and put them under uniform military management, they'll just be molded into mindless, docile donkeys."

"In the path of martial arts, if you lose your own sharpness and unique characteristics, your future achievements will be limited."

"Bang!"

Huo Yuejun slammed his hand on the table, splashing tea everywhere, and stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with anger: "Old man, what did you say?! You mean my military can't produce any strong individuals?!"

"I didn't say that."

Long Yuan maintained his calm tone, not even lifting his eyelids, "I just feel that good talents will inevitably have their natural talents stifled if they go to the military before they have fully developed."

Seeing that the two old rivals were about to fight again, Lu Chenshan quickly raised his hand to stop them: "Alright, you two."

"You two have been fighting for decades, can't you just quiet down a bit in front of these younger guys?"

Upon hearing the mayor's words, Huo Yuejun let out a heavy snort and plopped back into his chair.

He knew perfectly well that Long Yuan's sarcastic remarks today were simply a way of venting his dissatisfaction because the military had been so powerful in recent years, poaching many talented young people from the martial arts association.

But in Huo Yuejun's view, if a martial artist cultivates his skills and doesn't join the army to fight the enemy and defend his country, why should he stay in the martial arts association and wait to die every day?

What he disliked most was Long Yuan's petty and self-centered attitude.

……

at the same time.

In the second row of the stands, the principals of the four high schools had also taken their seats.

The atmosphere here, however, was even more tense.

The most eye-catching among them was Liu Jingui, the principal of the aristocratic private school.

He leaned back in his chair with an arrogant air, completely disregarding the principals of the three public high schools next to him.

Principal Zhao Mingyuan of No. 1 Middle School was a capable middle-aged man and a powerful expert of the fourth rank and first star. At this moment, he turned around and greeted Principal Gao Ping of No. 3 Middle School warmly.

"Old Gao, your Third Middle School is really something these days!"

"You've actually produced two prodigies! Your No. 3 Middle School is going to make a name for itself in this joint exam of the three cities."

Zhao Mingyuan said with a face full of emotion.

Gao Ping was beaming, his smile so wide he couldn't stop, and he waved his hands humbly, saying, "Not at all, Principal Zhao, you're too kind."

"Your school has a deep-rooted tradition, and has consistently produced outstanding talents in recent years. We can all rejoice together!"

Listening to the two men's mutual flattery, Qian Zheng, the principal of No. 2 Middle School, sitting on the edge, looked constipated, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

awkward!

That's so embarrassing!

Lei Kuang, a genius from their No. 2 Middle School, had long been prepared to make a big splash at today's event.

But who would have thought that Lei Kuang would be so arrogant, provoking Jiang Feng from No. 3 Middle School on his very first day in the camp.

The results of it?

He was crippled on the spot by that guy named Jiang Feng!

Qian Zheng has smashed countless teacups in his office these past few days; his heart is bleeding.

"laugh!"

Liu Jingui glanced sideways at Zhao Mingyuan and Gao Ping, and sneered mercilessly, "You two frogs in a well! Your students dare to call themselves prodigies?"

"I think they're nothing but a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp wallowing in the mud!"

"Liu Jingui! What did you say?!"

Zhao Mingyuan was furious.

Gao Ping's smile vanished instantly, and he stared at her with icy eyes.

Facing their anger, Liu Jingui remained unfazed, sneering repeatedly: "What? Did you hit a nerve? If you ask me, Linchuan City has absolutely no need for these two ridiculous special training camps!"

"Our students alone are enough to represent Linchuan in the Three Cities League!"

He stood up, pointing down at the group with extreme arrogance: "You public high schools have no resources, no renowned teachers! What are you going to use to cultivate geniuses? Your mouths?!"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, this year's graduating class at our prestigious academy has become a true golden generation!"

Liu Jingui held up four fingers, his eyes gleaming with fervor: "Four fourth-rank martial artists! What do you have to compete with us?!"

These words were spoken.

Principal Zhao Mingyuan of No. 1 Middle School was shocked, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. His face turned ashen, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Four fourth-rank officials...

Such terrifying strength is indeed something that no single school can withstand.

"Elite talent is not about quantity, but quality!"

Gao Ping stepped forward, his gaze piercing as he stared directly at Liu Jingui, unyielding: "Our two students from No. 3 Middle School are equally brilliant!"

"Once they step into the ring, they are in no way inferior to the so-called 'golden generation' you speak of!"

Seeing Gao Ping's stubbornness, Liu Jingui sneered, a calculating glint in his eyes: "Fine, since Principal Gao has so much confidence in his student."

"How about we make a bet?"

As he spoke, Liu Jingui flipped his wrist and took out a black wooden box from his pocket.

With a "click," it opened, revealing an inner armor that shimmered with a dark blue glow.

"This is a fourth-grade spiritual energy armor, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a fourth-grade martial artist."

"If any one person from your three schools can beat our school's golden generation, this armor is yours."

Gao Ping took a deep breath, and the image of that person who had created one miracle after another appeared in his mind.

River breeze!

"I'll bet you!"

Without saying a word, he pulled a white jade porcelain bottle from his pocket and slammed it on the table with a "bang".

"This is the Breakthrough Pill I earned with most of my life's military merits!"

"If we lose, it's yours!"

Upon seeing the Breakthrough Pill, capable of propelling one to the fourth rank, Liu Jingui's breath hitched, followed by a burst of unrestrained laughter: "Alright! It's a deal!"

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