Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

Who exactly is this child?

"So strong!"

The way the students around the ring looked at Yang Jian completely changed.

The previous indifference had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe and reverence.

Yang Jian's slender figure stood on the arena, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword. Despite being only a little over a meter tall, he seemed like an unshakeable mountain.

"How is this possible?"

Xie Yue leaned against the railing of the stands, his face initially expressionless, but soon a deep sense of apprehension appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with solemnity.

Some time ago, although Yang Jian beat Yan black and blue, he only felt that Yan had underestimated him, and that Yang Jian's attack also had an element of surprise.

But I saw this knife with my own eyes today.

He had to start reassessing the six-year-old's abilities.

She wondered if she could defeat Yang Jian if she were in his shoes.

"He reaps what he sows."

Hu Liena stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, clearly having anticipated this outcome.

After all, a monster who can absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring and whose physical strength is comparable to a Soul King is someone that Yan cannot contend with, even without using soul skills.

She glanced at Yan, who was lying half-dead on the ground, her eyes filled with not sympathy, but with ever-increasing disgust. What a shameless sycophant.

At this moment, the training ground was deathly silent.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, didn't even glance at Yan lying half-dead on the ground, and turned to walk out of the training ground with great composure.

It was as if I had just done something insignificant.

Below the arena, the students from the Spirit Hall remained dumbfounded, their mouths opening and closing repeatedly, yet unable to utter a sound.

It wasn't until Yang Jian's figure disappeared at the entrance of the martial arts arena that everyone snapped out of their daze.

"Cough cough—!"

Just then, a violent coughing sound came from the ring.

Yan lay curled up on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and with almost every cough, bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His face was as pale as paper, and he tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't muster any strength.

Coach Wang's expression changed, and he rushed onto the stage in three quick steps, squatting down beside Yan to check his injuries.

He placed his palm on Yan's chest, probed with his soul power, and gasped a moment later.

Almost half of the bones in his chest were broken.

Yang Jian's strike hit Yan's sternum precisely, penetrating and shattering the bone, but without damaging his internal organs.

This control over force is simply unbelievable.

If it were just a fraction heavier, the bone fragments would pierce the heart.

"Don't move." Instructor Wang said gravely, pressing down on Yan who was trying to get up. "Your sternum is broken; you need immediate treatment."

Yan did not answer immediately.

He lay on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the dome above the training ground, his mind a complete blank.

Lost.

He lost.

Moreover, he was defeated in a single move.

He didn't even see how Yang Jian rushed over.

All I remember is a blur flashing by, a sharp pain shooting through my chest, and then I was sent flying.

"I was careless..." Yan muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

He tried to convince himself that it was just an accident.

If I had used my soul skill immediately, and if I had taken it seriously, the outcome would definitely not have been like this.

But a voice deep inside him told him...

Even if you use a soul skill, the outcome won't change.

He couldn't keep up with Yang Jian's speed at all.

Chapter 23 Letters from Brother and Sister

Damn it!

Yan slammed his fist into the ground, scraping his knuckles until blood seeped out.

A flicker of resentment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper hatred.

Yang Jian.

He silently repeated the name in his mind, gritting his teeth.

Damn it, he made me lose face in front of Nana.

Then, Yan coughed up another mouthful of blood, his anger flaring up and causing him to suffer a heart attack.

She fainted from anger.

Seeing this, Instructor Wang dared not delay any longer. He picked Yan up and quickly walked towards the exit of the training ground, preparing to take him for treatment.

After Yang Jian, Instructor Wang, and Yan all left.

The training ground was quiet for quite a while.

Once Coach Wang's hurried footsteps had completely disappeared, the students below the stage began to chatter amongst themselves.

"Who was that child just now? I've never seen him before?"

"I don't know. He came with Senior Sister Hu Liena. Could he be a newly accepted disciple of the Spirit Hall?"

"Impossible! How could a new disciple beat Senior Brother Yan like that in one move? Senior Brother Yan is a Soul Master!"

"And did you notice? He didn't even use any soul skills! He just rushed over and cleaved Senior Brother Yan away with a single strike!"

"How old is he exactly? He looks younger than me."

"What kind of martial spirit is that knife of his? I've never seen a weapon martial spirit with that kind of shape before."

"..."

A murmur of discussion arose, and everyone's face was filled with shock and curiosity.

Most of them are young Soul Masters who are the focus of the Spirit Hall's training program. Their cultivation levels are all above level 20, so their vision is naturally not low.

That's why they understood even more clearly what what had just happened meant.

A child who looked only six or seven years old defeated a Soul Master in his Martial Soul Possession state with a single move using only his physical strength, without even using any Soul Skills.

Just outrageous!

"I think this person is destined for great things," a slightly older boy said in a low voice. "We need to find a chance to befriend him."

The people around nodded in agreement, a shrewd glint in their eyes.

the other side.

Xie Yue stood below the arena, her eyes slightly narrowed. She turned her gaze from the direction Yang Jian had left towards her younger sister beside her.

Hu Liena's lips curled up, her foxy eyes full of laughter.

It seems that this outcome was expected.

Xie Yue hesitated for a moment before asking, "Nana, what level is Yang Jian at now? How can he be so powerful?"

He had heard Hu Liena say a few days ago that she was going to the Star Dou Great Forest, and he knew that his sister was going with Yang Jian.

But it's still unclear what exactly happened.

Hu Liena turned to look at her brother and didn't hide anything: "Level 16."

Xie Yue was taken aback: "Level 16?"

He frowned, pondering in his mind.

Yang Jian was probably level 10 before he left the Spirit Hall to hunt for spirit rings.

Now that I'm back, I'm already level 16?

Is it reasonable for a single spirit ring to increase one's spirit power by six levels?

It's not impossible.

but……

Xie Yue offered his speculation: "Did he already obtain his first spirit ring, but just haven't announced it to the public?"

“No.” Hu Liena shook her head. “His first spirit ring is ten thousand years, which is why his spirit power has increased so much.”

Xie Yue's expression froze.

"What did you say?" His voice involuntarily rose several octaves. "How could the first spirit ring be ten thousand years?"

“I’m not joking.” Hu Liena’s smile deepened as she looked at her brother’s shocked expression. “I saw with my own eyes that he absorbed the soul ring from that ten-thousand-year-old Titan Giant Ape, and Elder Ju was also there.”

Xie Yue was dumbfounded.

The first ring in ten thousand years.

It's still the Titan Ape's spirit ring.

He recalled the power of Yang Jian's strike just now, and suddenly everything made sense.

A monster capable of absorbing ten-thousand-year-old soul rings.

A six-year-old child whose physical strength is comparable to that of a Soul King.

Defeating Yan is really nothing to be surprised about.

Previously, he had even considered whether he could win if he faced Yang Jian; now it seemed like a foolish thing to do.