High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

A brief silence, like the calm before a storm, quietly enveloped the entire square. Then, this oppressive atmosphere was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force, and the entire space instantly boiled over, erupting into a raging uproar of noise and shock. The emotions of the crowd burned like a blazing fire, uncontrollable.

Whether it was the freshmen at Shanghai Martial Arts University, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and awe, or the seasoned and knowledgeable seniors, everyone's gaze was unanimously focused on Ye Chu. He stood there, seemingly isolated from the world, as upright as a pine tree, unyielding in the midst of a storm. His aura was deep and complex, like a bottomless abyss, inspiring both awe and a desire to explore its mysteries.

With Ye Chu's appearance, the atmosphere reached a climax. Shouts and gasps mingled together, forming an indescribable wave that echoed throughout every corner of the square. Among these voices were admiration for the strong, a yearning for the unknown, and anticipation for the story about to unfold.

Amidst the jubilant crowd, Zhao Yun, whose breathing was extremely disordered and who had just been pulled back from the brink of death, looked at Ye Chu with gratitude, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, brother, for saving me. I am Zhao Yun, and I will remember this kindness and repay you handsomely in the future." His eyes held both the relief of surviving a disaster and a deep shock at Ye Chu's strength.

Faced with Zhao Yun's gratitude, Ye Chu simply spoke, his voice calm and firm: "I know." These three words, simple yet conveying an undeniable power, seemed to indicate that he was already accustomed to such scenes and such gratitude.

Just then, an even more heated discussion suddenly erupted from the crowd. A sharp and excited voice said, "He is Ye Chu from Zhenhai City! The guy who single-handedly wiped out the Shao family and shocked the entire martial arts world!" This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up even bigger ripples.

murmurs arose as people whispered amongst themselves, trying to glean more information about Ye Chu. Some marveled at his courage and strength, others lamented the downfall of the Shao family, and many more were curious about the secrets and glories this legendary young powerhouse still possessed.

The entire square seemed to be ignited by the name Ye Chu at that moment. Everyone was immersed in this sudden storm, anticipating every exciting moment that might unfold. But Ye Chu remained standing there, his face calm, his eyes deep, as if all the commotion had nothing to do with him.

All the freshmen were overjoyed to see Ye Chu appear.

"It's him! With such extraordinary strength and awe-inspiring aura like a dragon soaring through the heavens, who else could it be but Ye Chu?" A voice from the crowd, filled with undisguised excitement and admiration, broke through the surrounding noise, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

"Who says we freshmen are destined to be lambs to the slaughter, silently enduring the oppression and ridicule of the upperclassmen?" Another voice followed closely behind, carrying an indomitable edge, igniting the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts like a raging fire. It was a power that had been accumulating for a long time and was about to explode, and at this moment, it found an outlet.

"I've heard that Ye Chu not only honed his iron will through countless trials, but also personally wiped out several evil martial artists. Every move he made was a defense of justice and a protection of the weak." This news spread rapidly among the new students like a spring breeze. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, stirring the heartstrings of everyone and making their eyes shine with unprecedented determination and expectation.

"As expected of Ye Chu, his name has long been synonymous with courage and strength. In him, we see the hope of challenging the impossible and feel the heroic spirit of 'I will go even if there are thousands of people against me.'" Someone sighed softly, their tone filled with infinite admiration for Ye Chu, as if Ye Chu's appearance was a lighthouse in their darkness, guiding the lost souls in the right direction.

In an instant, the freshmen, who had been shrouded in the shadow of failure and were disheartened, seemed to be completely awakened by an invisible force. The gloom in their eyes was swept away and replaced by a dazzling light of hope, an infinite yearning for the future and a firm belief in victory.

Tiger's face was now ashen, as if shrouded in dark clouds, as if he had suddenly fallen from the blazing summer sun into the freezing winter. He never expected that the freshman he had personally tried to teach a lesson to would so easily deflect his attack, and that this person was none other than Ye Chu, the most famous and legendary troublemaker among the freshmen.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, dappling the open space where the two men faced off, yet it seemed unable to dispel the sudden tension. Tiger's face was distorted by the interplay of light and shadow, a ferocious smile curling at the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a scarlet light, like a hungry beast searching for its next prey. He subconsciously licked his dry lips, a gesture both eerie and bloodthirsty, as if savoring the impending violent feast.

"You brat, you're Ye Chu?" Tiger's voice was deep and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying an undeniable threat. His tone contained both the patience of someone who had been waiting for a long time and the anger of someone who had been provoked. "Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time. I thought you would stay in your turtle shell and never come out."

The air around them seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped breathing. Tiger's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. His words carried an undeniable domineering air, as if Ye Chu had only two choices: either submit or be beaten.

"I heard you have the most funds on your student card," Tiger's eyes flashed with greed, a naked desire for wealth. "Are you going to obediently hand it over now, or wait until I beat you to your knees, crying and begging me to let you go, and then hand it over?"

Before he finished speaking, Tiger's henchmen started commotion. They seemed to be infected by Tiger's aura, their faces contorted with malice, rubbing their fists together, as if they couldn't wait to see Ye Chu kneeling and begging for mercy.

"This kid looks like he's got a death wish, daring to go against our Brother Tiger!" one of the henchmen shouted menacingly, waving his fist.

"That's right, they don't even know what kind of status Tiger has in this school. Daring to fight him is just asking for death!" Another henchman chimed in, his eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.

For a moment, the entire scene was tense and the atmosphere was extremely tense. Ye Chu stood there quietly, facing the threats and provocations of Brother Tiger and his henchmen, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, his eyes revealed a calm and confident demeanor.

Tiger's henchmen formed a circle, hurling vulgarities at each other, attempting to mask their fear and unease with verbal violence. However, among this rabble, one name stood out like a sharp blade in the cold wind, causing them to tremble involuntarily—Ye Chu. Despite the henchmen's shouts, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flickered in their eyes when facing Ye Chu.

Not long ago, Tiger, a ruthless figure in the underworld known for his immense strength, mustered all his power, channeling his lifelong hatred and arrogance, to launch a fatal attack on Ye Chu. That attack, like a tiger descending a mountain, was unstoppable, yet the moment it touched Ye Chu, it seemed to be gently brushed aside by an invisible force, vanishing into nothingness. This scene not only left everyone present speechless but also secretly astonished Tiger's henchmen: Ye Chu, this seemingly ordinary young man, actually possessed such profound cultivation; no wonder he could single-handedly slaughter the entire Shao family—his reputation was certainly not undeserved.

"This kid is indeed extremely arrogant, but I, Tiger, am no ordinary person either. Why should you bunch of trash interfere!" Tiger's voice was like thunder, echoing through the alley, carrying an undeniable domineering aura. His face was ashen, and his eyes were like burning flames, revealing his deep hatred and resentment towards Ye Chu.

"I've made thorough preparations for today, every single second I've been building up my strength for this duel. And don't forget, I'm a Grandmaster-level expert, while he's just a mere martial arts practitioner. Just open your eyes wide and watch how I crush this brat under my feet and show him what true power is!" Tiger's words were filled with confidence and determination. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing Ye Chu as if trying to penetrate his very soul.

Faced with Tiger's provocation, Ye Chu merely smiled, a smile that contained both mockery of Tiger's overestimation of his abilities and indifference towards the impending battle. He slowly raised his eyelids, the impatience in his eyes as chilling as a winter wind. "You guys talk too much. If you're going to fight, then hurry up. I have no interest in wasting my time here with you. If you don't make a move soon, I'm going back to my dorm to enjoy my peaceful night."

Ye Chu's words were calm and firm, yet they struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze; tension and anticipation intertwined into an invisible net, binding everyone within it.

Upon hearing Ye Chu's words, the surrounding crowd gasped, as if a chill had suddenly pierced their spines, sending a shiver down their spines. They were shocked not only by the content of Ye Chu's words, but also by the tone of his voice—domineering yet arrogant, and with an undeniable resolve, like a thunderclap on a calm summer afternoon, suddenly exploding on a tranquil lake, stirring up waves.

"Fine! Today I'll make you pay!" Tiger's voice was like that of an enraged lion, deep and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unyielding resolve. His eyes were bloodshot, rage burning fiercely in his chest, almost devouring his reason. A ferocious smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile that concealed endless anger and ruthlessness, as if he wanted to devour Ye Chu alive.

"I'll show you what cruelty is!" Tiger's words were like a sharp blade in the cold wind, icy and piercing, sending a chill down one's spine. His words were full of threats and intimidation, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey, slowly approaching. His chilling tone instilled fear, as if one were about to be dragged into an endless abyss of darkness.

Tiger's movements were lightning fast.

The woman behind him instantly transformed into a giant sword. The blade was unsharpened, yet incredibly heavy, seemingly capable of crushing any obstacle.

A faint black aura swirled around his body, the malevolent energy left behind by countless battles. It gathered together to form a chilling pressure, as if even the air itself had frozen at that moment.

The moment the giant sword was drawn, the atmosphere instantly became oppressive and heavy. People felt an invisible force emanating from the sword, suffocating them. Someone couldn't help but whisper in alarm, "What a terrifying aura! I didn't expect that not only Tiger Brother is powerful, but this female soldier is just as formidable!"

The woman seemed to have become Tiger's second life, merging with him and radiating a terrifying power together.

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd. Everyone was deeply shocked by the scene. They knew that the battle to come would be an unprecedentedly fierce one, a contest of life and death.

Amidst the clamor and gasps of amazement, the crowd's attention was drawn to the young man respectfully known as "Tiger Brother." His smile held a hint of cunning and smugness, as if he were about to reveal a jaw-dropping secret. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his shoulders and adding a touch of mystery to his untamed demeanor.

As he slowly raised his arm, everyone's gaze followed, until it settled on his gently unbuttoned robe. Tiger's fingers fumbled inside for a moment, as if selecting some priceless treasure, before he casually pulled out three talismans that shimmered faintly from his robes with an almost playful air. These talismans were covered with intricate patterns, each stroke revealing an ancient and powerful force, as if containing the most exquisite mysteries of heaven and earth.

Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation, Tiger, with an undeniable air, affixed the three talismans one by one to his chest, forehead, and back. In an instant, a blinding white light burst forth from the talismans, followed by a thick plume of white smoke rising into the air, like the first light of morning mist, quickly spreading and enveloping Tiger entirely. Within that white mist, there seemed to be some indescribable energy fluctuation, causing the entire space to tremble.

Just as the white fog reached its thickest point, a miracle occurred—Tiger's figure vanished silently from everyone's sight, like a leaf swept away by the wind, leaving only a blank and astonished. The white fog gradually dissipated, but Tiger was nowhere to be found, as if he had been taken to another dimension by some mysterious force, leaving only a lingering trace of energy in the air, inspiring awe.

"What...what kind of technique is this?" A trembling voice from the crowd voiced the question on everyone's mind. The voice contained both shock and curiosity and longing for the unknown power.

Ye Chu, as a member of the Shanghai Martial Arts University, was also deeply shocked by this scene. Beneath his slightly furrowed brows were a pair of eyes that gleamed with thoughtful light. He knew that the means to achieve such a concealed effect in such a short time were not something an ordinary person could master. Brother Tiger, this senior is indeed unfathomable, with numerous and unpredictable methods.

This is the legendary Great Fog Talisman, a wondrous artifact that allows the caster to vanish into endless fog like a ghost, concealing their form and spying on their opponent's every move. Its intricate patterns seem to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and each flash of light seems to tell an ancient and powerful secret.

boom!

Just as everyone was filled with awe and curiosity, a deafening roar abruptly shattered the tranquility of the night.

The moment the fog talisman was activated, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible force. Thick fog surged out of the talisman and quickly spread, engulfing everything in a white expanse.

Just as the thick fog surged like a tidal wave, an extremely sharp sword aura, like lightning slicing through the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent, suddenly shot out from the depths of the fog.

The sword energy was so powerful that it seemed capable of severing all obstacles in the world, causing even space to tremble and leaving behind visible cracks that looked particularly ferocious in the night sky.

A series of terrified screams suddenly erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

They stared wide-eyed at the scene, utterly horrified. It turned out that this sudden attack was no accident, but a surprise attack launched by Tiger, a renowned senior student from the Shanghai Martial Arts University, against another young master, Ye Chu.

Tiger, a man who appears rugged, unruly, and even somewhat naive to outsiders, revealed his hidden wisdom and cunning at this moment. He first used a fog talisman to create chaos, depriving both himself and his opponent of visual support. Then, within this fog domain that he controlled, he launched a fatal attack.

This is not just a test of strength, but also the ultimate application of mindset and tactics. Tiger proved with his actions that true strength lies not only in physical prowess, but also in the wisdom to calmly analyze and strike precisely at crucial moments.

Despite being in danger, Ye Chu remained calm. He knew that in this fog, every second could be a matter of life and death.