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These young people shook their heads and sighed, then picked up their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

At a nearby table, several burly martial artists joined the discussion.

"I've heard that in this battle for supremacy among the myriad dynasties, several dynasties have powerful forces backing them up."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"The Great Yan Dynasty is backed by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the Great Zhou Dynasty is backed by the Purple Cloud Palace."

"Behind the Great Zhao Dynasty is the Seven Star Pavilion... These are all renowned sects in the Eastern Region. Any one of them could crush our small countries."

"No wonder they were able to send so many people to the competition; they must have powerful backers."

"Of course, with someone backing you up, you'll naturally have more resources, and the martial artists you train will be stronger."

"Alas, for a dynasty as remote as ours, it's already a blessing if anyone even participates; how could we dare to hope for any ranking?"

As the martial artists spoke, their voices grew softer and softer, and each of them wore a bitter expression.

Wang Long listened to these discussions calmly, picked up his teacup and took another sip.

The Great Qian region is located in the southeastern corner of the Eastern Region. It is indeed a remote place with scarce resources and few strong individuals, and it is inconspicuous in the entire Eastern Region.

Those great powers would send dozens or even hundreds of ninth-rank martial artists to participate in the competition, but the Great Qian Dynasty only had him.

But Wang Long didn't care.

No matter how many participants there are, the strongest can only be at the peak of the ninth rank.

He has many trump cards up his sleeve and is not afraid of these strong opponents at all.

Wang Long put down his teacup, turned his gaze to the window, his eyes deep and resolute.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Several burly men staggered up, reeking of alcohol, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars and a pair of triangular eyes that gleamed with a lewd light.

He scanned the second-floor lobby, his gaze finally settling on Xu Wanyun, and he couldn't look away.

"Oh ho ho, there's a young lady here, she's really pretty."

The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and swaggered over.

Behind him followed four or five equally drunk men, each with a lewd expression.

His eyes swept over Xu Wanyun from head to toe, and he was practically drooling.

"Young lady, drinking alone is no fun. Why don't you have a drink with us brothers?"

As the bald, burly man spoke, he reached out to touch Xu Wanyun's face.

Xu Wanyun's expression turned cold.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, a small hand slammed onto the table.

Qin Jiaojiao jumped off the chair, put her hands on her hips, and stared intently at the bald man with wide eyes.

"Who do you think you are? You dare ask my master to drink with you?"

Although she was small, her aura was not weak at all, and a dark red aura of righteousness was beginning to surge around her.

The bald, burly man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this little brat's got some fire! I like her!"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Qin Jiaojiao's head.

Qin Jiaojiao's face darkened completely.

"court death!"

She flashed and leaped off the table, kicking the bald man hard in the chest!

"Bang!"

The bald, towering man was sent flying backward by her kick.

It smashed over the two tables behind it, shattering bowls and plates all over the floor, and splashing soup everywhere.

The entire second floor instantly descended into chaos, with surrounding guests scrambling to make way.

Wang Long frowned and did not make a move immediately.

He and Xu Wanyun were both wearing Wenxin Academy uniforms; there shouldn't be such a clueless person causing trouble.

These people went up to the second floor, seemingly with a clear target: Wang Long's table.

It's really quite strange.

"what!"

The bald, burly man screamed, clutching his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

"You...you little brat..."

Qin Jiaojiao landed on the ground, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, exuding the air of a big sister.

"You dare to provoke Wenxin Academy? You've kicked a hornet's nest!"

The few drunkards around seemed to care nothing about Wenxin Academy.

The bald, burly man got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face was terribly gloomy.

"This little girl's got some skills."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Brothers, let's get her together and teach this arrogant brat a lesson!"

"We'll enjoy these two together then, hahaha!"

Several drunkards burst into laughter and pounced on Qin Jiaojiao at the same time!

Qin Jiaojiao snorted coldly, and with a flash, she rushed into the crowd again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a few punches and kicks, the drunkards were beaten to a pulp, crying and screaming for their parents.

There's no need to use any literary techniques.

Qin Jiaojiao clapped her hands, looking disdainful.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to show your face in public?"

The bald, burly man clutched his chest and staggered to his feet.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

The bald, burly man roared and charged at Qin Jiaojiao like a raging bull!

Qin Jiaojiao's pupils contracted, and she quickly retreated.

But the bald, burly man was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of her and slapped down on her head with his fan-sized hand!

"Jiaojiao, watch out!"

Wang Long flashed and instantly appeared in front of Qin Jiaojiao, raising his hand to meet her attack.

boom!

Interlock your palms.

The bald, burly man was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily against the wall, spitting out blood, and immediately losing consciousness.

Wang Long then subdued the other drunkards with a series of three moves.

He glanced at Qin Jiaojiao, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was alright.

"Dad, you're amazing!"

Qin Jiaojiao gave Wang Long a thumbs up and praised him sincerely.

Wang Long smiled and ruffled her hair, his gaze falling on the drunkards lying on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.

Something is really wrong.

These people are at most at the sixth rank; who gave them the audacity to cause trouble for Wenxin Academy?

Wang Long's heart sank; he had a bad feeling.

"Uncle Long, what's wrong!?"

Seeing Wang Long's increasingly furrowed brows, Xu Wanyun asked worriedly.

Wang Long squatted down and carefully examined the bald, burly man's body.

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

On the back of the bald, burly man's neck, there was a thin, black thread, as fine as a hair, deeply embedded in his flesh.

You wouldn't notice it at all unless you looked closely.

The other end of the thread disappeared into the void, as if it were connected to something.

Wang Long's fingers paused slightly.

This is the puppetry technique of the Puppet Spirit Sect; these drunkards are being controlled.

He stood up, his expression turning serious.

No wonder the man in black robes said before he died, "The Puppet Spirit Sect will not let you go." So that's why.

Wang Long didn't know what method the man in black robes used to transmit information to the Puppet Spirit Sect.

However, he knew that he had been targeted by the Puppet Spirit Sect.

The black-robed man's strength was evenly matched with Ye Niannu's.

He was just a lowly ninth-rank martial artist, yet he was targeted by such a powerful sect.

If it weren't for the city, and if Wang Long didn't have the identity of a teacher at Wenxin Academy, he would probably have been killed by the Puppet Spirit Sect.

"Damn it!"

Wang Long clenched his fists, cursing inwardly.

He had no idea when the Puppet Spirit Sect would make its next move against him.

Wang Long is in the open, while the enemy is in the shadows.

The feeling of being targeted and powerless to resist is truly disgusting.

"I'm still not strong enough!"