As for the dispute between the two schools, Chen Feng, the leader of the school, did not seem to take it too seriously. Instead, he had a look of letting things take their course, which was somewhat inconsistent with some rumors from the outside world.
But only Lin Yun, the successor, knows that his master's target is not martial arts, but a more powerful and strange group of mysterious people.
"Although Master possesses a mysterious bloodline, the concentration is too low, and his awakening has already failed once. The price he paid was the permanent loss of hearing in his right ear, and even the most advanced medical treatments could not restore it."
Lin Yun looked at his master, who was only in his thirties but still in his prime, and clearly understood his ambitions.
For martial artists, level seven is not the end. After all, even if a martial artist is level five, as long as he can awaken his bloodline, he can become a mysterious person who is high above everyone else, far surpassing any top martial artist.
This is the sadness of martial arts, but it is the hope of martial artists.
However, Lin Yun was still very young and had just entered the field of martial arts. He was not clear about the specific differences between them. Moreover, he was young and full of vigor, and he was determined to win this battle between the two schools.
"I understand. If I can't defeat my opponent, I won't fight hard."
However, in front of his master, Lin Yun nodded reluctantly, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
If there were mysterious individuals participating in the competition, it would be fine if Master told him to admit defeat when things got tough. But the contestants were all martial artists, even those from the Thunder or True Martial schools. The young students were only at level six at best. Why should he be forced to admit defeat right on stage?
"Ah..." Chen Feng sat in his chair, naturally seeing the emotion in his apprentice's eyes. He just shook his head slightly: "Xiao Yun, in a competition like this, you must protect yourself. Although this is not a life-and-death competition, with the protection of the association's guardians, there have not been many casualties in previous competitions, but there have been quite a few."
Although the association has guardians to rescue, there are still situations where it is too late. After all, in a ring competition, life and death may be decided in just a moment.
After all, this is not a friendly match. All martial artists are giving it their all. Not to mention swords and knives, even fists and feet are blind. Martial artists of the same level will basically be either seriously injured or killed if they hit each other's vital points.
His favorite disciple is indeed a leader among the younger generation in their local area, but when coming to a big city like the capital, all kinds of people may appear.
Therefore, Chen Feng was very worried about Lin Yun's attitude.
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In a bustling commercial pedestrian street, Xu Xianxian took Hela and Weilan for a leisurely stroll, her bright red eyes darting around, her face relaxed and comfortable, without any nervousness of the upcoming game.
Xu Xianxian and her group have been in the provincial capital for three or four days. Since registering at the competition venue, she has been eating and drinking outside these days, enjoying a life of luxury.
Liu Wentao and his wife were both meditating in the hotel, while the senior sisters and brothers were doing pre-match warm-up and still did not forget to exercise. Only Xu Xianxian was the most carefree, eating and drinking as she pleased, and taking Hela and Weilan out to play every day.
She looks like a cynical rich girl.
"The competition is almost over, why are you still in the mood for shopping?" Weilan hung behind Xu Xianxian, both hands filled with bags, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You bought so many things, and you let me carry them all by myself!"
She felt that she was now reduced to being the little girl's follower, with no human rights at all. She was threatened with death at any time, and she dared not run away. She could only curse and do her job honestly.
"Why are you talking so much? Carry these things for me." Without even turning her head, Xu Xianxian said in a sweet, childish voice, "As my bodyguard number one, one of your duties is to help me carry these things."
"With your level of martial arts, you still want me to be your bodyguard?! I..."
Weilan looked like he was about to swear, but in the end he chose to remain silent in grief and anger.
He shouldn't have hired Xu Xianxian as a bodyguard in the first place. Now not only was he himself involved, but the roles were completely reversed. Nothing could be more unpredictable than this.
"Xu, do you want to go into this store and take a look?"
Hela next to her was obviously more relaxed. She wore big sunglasses and a tight little black dress. She followed the little girl with a slight twist of her waist, showing off her hot figure.
As a supermodel in the fashion world of the Kingdom of Lier, Hela possesses a perfect figure far superior to that of ordinary women. She is plump but not bloated. Her unique temperament makes all the women around her look dull, including Xu Xianxian and Weilan.
Compared to her feminine charm, Hela is at the maximum level.
"Hey!" Just as Xu Xianxian was about to answer, a whistle suddenly came from her side, "Isn't this Xu Xianxian?"
The little girl frowned, thinking that the other party was trying to strike up a conversation with her, but the fact that the other party called out her name meant that he was someone she knew.
She turned her head, her scarlet eyes looking at the young boy who had spoken. After searching her mind for some memories, she slowly replied, "Oh, it's you!"
This young man was just an ordinary high school classmate of hers, and they had no connection. So Xu Xianxian simply waved her hand as a greeting, then took Hela and Weilan to the nearby store.
Since he is someone I know, I won’t kill him directly. I will just ignore him.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" The young man had an ordinary appearance, but his clothes and attire were obviously expensive, and he seemed to come from an ordinary family. "I see an old classmate, why don't you catch up?"
Seeing the other party catching up, Xu Xianxian suppressed the urge to attack, turned around, and looked up at the boy: "...If I remember correctly, you transferred to another school in your second year of high school, right? Our relationship is not so close as to reminisce about the past."
She speaks very bluntly.
You are not even an ordinary friend, just a stranger or classmate. What is there to talk about?
"Yeah, I didn't expect to run into you here again after two years." The young man's expression remained unchanged, he just sighed: "It's a small world..."
"Yeah." Xu Xianxian said indifferently: "I have something else to do. Could you please give way first?"
"I heard you're a martial artist now?"
The young boy smiled and didn't move away, but blurted out this sentence.
"How did you know?" Xu Xianxian asked casually without changing her expression, "Are you investigating me?"
"No, no, I just saw you on the registration list." The young man waved his hands repeatedly, then his expression became unusually serious. "Oh, actually, I'm also a contestant this time. I dropped out of school to practice martial arts wholeheartedly. My father is the current leader of the Lion Claw Sect."
"Lion Claw Sect?" Xu Xianxian shrugged, looking nonchalant. "What's that? I've never heard of it."
Where did this fake school come from that dares to act so presumptuously in front of her?
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