52: Are you going up? (third change)

Ye Hu was carried down by someone.

Yang Lin shook his head and continued, "Next, Yu Feifan!"

Yu Feifan was stunned, took a deep breath, and walked over.

"Senior Brother, please."

"Junior Brother, be careful!"

Zhang Tong opened his eyes slightly. A sharp aura burst forth as he stomped on the ground and charged toward Yu Feifan.

Yu Feifan's expression tightened, and it quickly assumed a defensive stance.

Soon, the two were fighting.

At the edge of the Martial Arts Stage, Mo Fan glanced at Xu Jing beside him and asked in a low voice, "How is it? You have confidence, right?"

"If, if I use my sword, I do..." Xu Jing nodded.

If Zhang Tong only possessed the combat power it had shown so far, Xu Jing was confident she could defeat it.

"That's good." Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, although he knew that Xu Jing, who had mastered the Shadow Severing Sword Art, was very strong, he did not know exactly how strong she was.

Although in theory, Xu Jing, at the Body Tempering Seventh Level, could indeed possess combat power comparable to an Xiantian Martial Artist.

But after witnessing the battle just now, he was still a bit uneasy.

The Innate combat power was too strong.

Such a thick marble floor was actually smashed and cracked, with rubble everywhere, as if it had been run over by a bulldozer.

It was simply outrageous!

At the same time, Mo Fan also became a bit puzzled.

Wouldn't this kind of battle ruin the venue?

After one fight, the floor was broken like this.

If they fought a few more rounds, could this Martial Arts Stage still be used?

Could it be that they had to change the Martial Arts Stage every month for the assessment?

Wouldn't that be too environmentally unfriendly?

Just as Mo Fan was puzzled, Yang Lin's voice rang out.

"You have been staring at the rubble on the Martial Arts Stage. Are you wondering if this kind of battle ruins the venue and wastes resources?"

Hearing this, Mo Fan was stunned and turned his face to look at Yang Lin.

"The Martial Arts Stage of Yuxu Academy is specially made and engraved with a special Magic Array. Once the battle is over, you don't need to worry about it; it will slowly recover on its own.

"At most half a day, as long as no one touches it, it will be restored to its original state."

Mo Fan: "?"

Is the Magic Array that magical?

Glancing at Mo Fan, Yang Lin added:

"Now that you have seen the power of an Xiantian Martial Artist, when it is your turn later, just admit defeat."

Hearing this, Mo Fan couldn't help but smile.

The appraisal information was indeed correct.

This guy was really someone with a cold face but a warm heart.

It turned out it had been worried about Mo Fan's Body Tempering Seventh Level status the whole time.

Without waiting for Mo Fan to answer, Yang Lin looked at Xu Jing beside him and said with a serious expression:

"Little girl, you too. Why did you come to the assessment at the Body Tempering Seventh Level? It's too rushed. Who told you to come? How imprudent."

"Mo, Mo Fan told me to come..." Xu Jing replied in a low voice.

Mo Fan: "?"

Yang Lin: "?!"

Turning his head to look at Mo Fan, Yang Lin laughed in anger.

This kid, it was fine if he wanted to court death himself, but he had to drag a young girl along with him?

Damn!

This kid is toxic!

Mo Fan scratched his head and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Deacon Yang, don't worry about us. Since we signed up, we naturally have confidence in our own strength. You just wait and see the results!"

Yang Lin: "..."

This kid, isn't he too confident?

Beside them, Wu Jiangming's face twitched a few times.

He wouldn't dare say such things even with his Body Tempering Peak cultivation.

How did this kid at the Body Tempering Seventh Level dare to say that?

Isn't he too arrogant?

He frowned and looked at Mo Fan, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately held back.

Meanwhile, Yang Lin's expression tightened as he looked at the Martial Arts Stage.

At this moment, Yu Feifan and Zhang Tong were trading blows back and forth. The Martial Arts Stage was covered in cracks, and rolling rubble could be seen everywhere.

After observing carefully for a while, Yang Lin coughed gently twice and said loudly:

"Alright, no need to fight anymore. The difference in strength is not large. Assessment passed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Tong immediately stopped fighting.

He had come here after accepting a Sect mission.

He was naturally happy to be able to end the battle early.

Anyway, the Spirit Stones would not be less.

Similarly, Yu Feifan also breathed a sigh of relief and dragged its exhausted body toward the edge of the Martial Arts Stage.

It was almost at its limit.

If it lasted any longer, it would definitely lose.

Fortunately, the assessment did not require defeating Zhang Tong.

Yu Feifan walked down, and Yang Lin continued, "Next, Wu Jiangming!"

"Here!" Wu Jiangming responded subconsciously, then walked toward the center of the Martial Arts Stage with heavy steps.

"Senior Brother, please!"

"Be careful!"

The two fought instantly.

However, very quickly, Wu Jiangming was sent flying backward.

With a bang, he landed heavily on the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Tong's voice rang out.

"Your strength is too different from mine; you can't even block one of my moves.

"Before your cultivation breaks through to the Innate Realm, don't apply for the assessment again."

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for showing mercy!" Wu Jiangming climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and thanked him sincerely.

It was indeed mercy.

If Zhang Tong had struck with full force, he would have been at least severely injured if not dead.

"Go down." Zhang Tong waved his hand.

It would be great if all the candidates were as lacking in self-awareness as Wu Jiangming.

In that case, he could take them out one by one with a single punch and easily obtain the mission rewards. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Soon, he seemed to have thought of something and frowned as he looked at Mo Fan and Xu Jing.

"These two are both at the Body Tempering Seventh Level. After witnessing my combat power, they shouldn't come up to challenge me, right?

"That would be fine too. There are only six people in total. Two admitted defeat directly, and another two only have Body Tempering Peak cultivation. Really, I only fought the first two...

"Thinking about it this way, it's quite a good deal!"

Zhang Tong became happy.

"This mission is so simple! I was worried about getting hurt! I didn't expect that I was just overthinking it! The Menial Service Yard is always the Menial Service Yard, hahaha!"

He thought he was earning hard-earned money.

But he didn't expect it to be as simple as child's play.

Even Yu Feifan, who had passed the assessment, had mediocre combat power and hadn't hurt him at all.

"If I could grab such Sect missions every time, that would be awesome..."

Soon, he seemed to have thought of something and frowned as he glanced at Zhao Yong, who was standing at the edge of the Martial Arts Stage and had remained motionless the entire time.

"Senior Brother Zhao has it better. Just standing there, he doesn't even need to lift a finger, and the merit points and Spirit Stones are already in his pocket!"

Zhang Tong, who was feeling wonderful a moment ago.

At this moment, he felt as sour as if he had eaten a lemon.

Meanwhile, Yang Lin's voice rang out: "Next, Yang Yi!"

As the voice fell, a petite girl in green clothes with an ordinary appearance walked toward the center of the Martial Arts Stage.

Her ending was the same as Wu Jiangming's; she was defeated without being able to block even one move.

"Go down. Don't sign up for the assessment again until your cultivation breaks through to the Innate Realm." Zhang Tong waved his hand and dismissed Yang Yi.

At the same time, he was ecstatic.

So awesome!

Mission accomplished!

As for Mo Fan and Xu Jing who were lined up behind?

He didn't think they had the courage to come up at all.

Yang Yi lowered her head and walked toward the edge of the Martial Arts Stage, feeling somewhat dejected.

She felt that her actual combat ability was already very strong, and it was hard to find a match among those at the Body Tempering Peak.

But she didn't expect that she couldn't even block one strike from an Xiantian Martial Artist.

"Still too weak..."

Yang Yi returned to her original position.

Yang Lin looked at Xu Jing and said in a deep voice, "Are you going up?"