93: I quit!

Qian Xueming finally agreed to the introduction.

But there were conditions.

The condition was for Yang Dian to fight the Captain of the security team.

He said that if Yang Dian was too weak, there would be no talk of an introduction.

He couldn't afford to lose face.

Security team, training ground.

Yang Dian looked at Lin Feng, the Captain of the security team, who had taken off his exoskeleton armor, revealing granite-like muscles, and chose to probe his opponent:

"Captain Lin, have you also Awakened a talent and practiced Martial Arts?"

Lin Feng clenched his fists, knocking them together in front of his chest with a crisp 'clang' sound.

"Talent: Steel Hardening."

"Ancient Martial Arts Realm: Qi Circulation Throughout the Body."

After he spoke, Lin Feng's somewhat dark body slightly sank, and it took on a silvery-steel color.

A moment later, the space around him began to distort again, and his silvery-steel body also began to glow with an abnormal red.

It was like steel being intensely heated, becoming even more scorching and full of destructive power.

Feeling the oppressive force coming at him, Yang Dian took a deep breath.

Thin starlight transformed into armor, covering his head, chest, and lower body.

With a flick of his wrist, Qi and Blood transformed into a blood-red Dragon Claw, its fingertips gleaming with a cold light under the illumination of the lamps.

Unlike Lin Feng, Yang Dian didn't clearly know what his Realm was.

He only knew what he could do.

For example... with a shift of his feet, Yang Dian had already transformed into an afterimage, streaking past Lin Feng's side.

"Clang~"

Amidst the clash of metal, the security team members, wearing exoskeleton armor, looked at the tattered cloth in Yang Dian's hand and the blood-red Dragon Claw beneath it, and all gasped in cold air.

"Hiss~ Qi and Blood materialized? How old is he? What a Martial Arts Prodigy!"

"The Captain is injured? No, what speed was that? The Captain didn't even react?"

"That doesn't make sense, how old is he? Even if he started practicing in the womb, it's impossible to practice Martial Arts to this extent~"

"Maybe he's from some big Family, eating Spirit Fruits, Spirit Medicine, and Spirit Food to his heart's content every day?"

"What if he eats Spirit Fruits, Spirit Medicine, and Spirit Food to his heart's content? Without talent, how could Qi and Blood condense into a tangible form?"

"Stop arguing, the Captain is getting serious!"

...The crowd below was noisy.

In the arena, Lin Feng looked at his torn clothes at his waist and the three scratches on his side abdomen, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"Not bad."

"But this is not enough."

Yang Dian casually tossed aside the shredded cloth in his hand and charged at Lin Feng again.

As he neared Lin Feng, he paused his steps, narrowly dodging Lin Feng's preemptive punch aimed at him, then reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him.

After making him stumble, he then turned sideways and raised his knee, the starlight-infused knee fiercely striking Lin Feng's lower body.

"Holy crap!"

Lin Feng clamped his legs shut fiercely, making a 'bang' sound as his legs formed a V-shape, firmly blocking Yang Dian's knee strike.

"Hiss~~~"

The onlookers outside also subconsciously closed their legs, gasping in cold air.

Lin Feng swung his left fist, painfully striking Yang Dian's kidney area:

"Young man, you lack Martial Virtue."

Yang Dian remained silent, feigning the demeanor of a master.

He slightly tilted his body to dodge Lin Feng's heavy punch, his left hand's two fingers spread apart and aimed directly at Lin Feng's eyes, while his raised right foot stomped down fiercely, directly on Lin Feng's toes.

"Damn it!"

Lin Feng's eyes bulged. While parrying Yang Dian's left hand, he endured the pain and lifted his foot to kick directly.

Taking advantage of Yang Dian's foot being on his toes, making him unstable, he kicked Yang Dian in the chest.

"Bang~"

Yang Dian, who was kicked more than ten meters away, patted the starlight-condensed armor on his chest.

Having protective gear is good.

Especially protective gear with maximum defense.

Being kicked squarely by Lin Feng, it's not to say he felt nothing at all.

It's just that it didn't hurt or itch.

"Where did you learn your Moves, kid?"

"Every Move targets a vital spot."

"That ferocious?"

Yang Dian still didn't speak. He stomped his right foot and charged at Lin Feng again.

Left hand striking the throat, right hand reaching for the groin—as brutal as possible.

Seeing Yang Dian's stance, Lin Feng's mouth twitched:

"If I had met you a month earlier, I might have really been in trouble."

He muttered, then the burly man, who was 1.95 meters tall and nearly 1.3 meters wide, slightly squatted down, striking a Tai Chi pose.

Yang Dian was somewhat surprised.

After all, for such a fierce general, playing with hammers, striking cannon punches, or practicing Bajiquan would be more fitting.

Adopting a Tai Chi stance, he truly hadn't expected it.

However, surprise was one thing; the fight still had to go on.

Lin Feng's horse stance sank, his right hand held horizontally in front of him, making it difficult to target his groin and throat. Yang Dian simply took the opportunity to grab Lin Feng's left hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he intended to dislocate his wrist bone.

However, as soon as he grabbed Lin Feng's right hand, he felt a tingling, numbing tremor emanating from Lin Feng's body, like an electric current, causing his body to shiver.

His entire body's Qi and Blood instantly scattered, and the Qi and Blood Dragon Claw condensed on his fingers turned into smoke, dissipating into the air.

Sensing trouble, Yang Dian was just about to retreat when Lin Feng, who had finally seized an opportunity, flicked his left hand again.

The integrated, perfectly rounded Hun Yuan Strength throughout his body completely dispersed.

Lin Feng slowly swept his leg, causing Yang Dian to stumble, then he slammed his hands down.

Fortunately, Yang Dian's getting Started Hun Yuan Strength was not to be underestimated.

Before Lin Feng's hands could slam onto him, Yang Dian, having regained his balance, propped himself up with his right hand and rolled back to a safe distance.

Rubbing his wrist, his scattered Qi and Blood re-condensed into a Dragon Claw. Yang Dian asked with some curiosity:

"What kind of force was that? How did it scatter my Qi and Blood so quickly?"

Seeing Yang Dian re-condense the Dragon Claw with a flick of his wrist, Lin Feng's face immediately darkened.

If others were shaken by him, even if they also had Qi Circulation Throughout the Body, or even ancient Martial Artists whose Qi and Blood had turned into smoke, they wouldn't be able to gather their strength for a long time.

But Yang Dian was different.

Less than a second after his strength was scattered, before his fist could even land, he rolled away from his attack range.

"Tai Chi Tremor Strength can neutralize force."

"It's a pity I haven't mastered Springing Strength; otherwise, after a tremor and then a spring, I could completely knock you down the instant your strength was neutralized, leaving you no chance to escape."

Yang Dian nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his body again:

"Alright."

"Next, I'll get serious too."

With that, the Dragon Claw formed by Yang Dian's Qi and Blood at his fingertips extended a few more centimeters forward.

Dragon Claw Hand, Dragon Claw Hand.

From its literal meaning, it's clear this is a claw technique.

Grappling techniques are merely Moves for capturing live targets under overwhelming strength.

When encountering an evenly matched enemy, one naturally has to use real skill.

Seeing Yang Dian's posture, which suggested he wouldn't stop until he tore someone in half, Lin Feng's face darkened, and he immediately waved his hand:

"No more fighting, no more fighting!"

"It's not a life-and-death battle, it's a spar, understand?"

"Why are you fighting so fiercely, kid? I didn't steal your girlfriend; go fight whoever you want."

As he spoke, Lin Feng had already disengaged his hardened state.

As his innate ability was deactivated, the three claw marks on his waist, where Yang Dian had scratched him, immediately began to seep threads of fresh blood.

"Hiss~"

"You're truly a monster, kid."

He lifted his right foot and hopped out of the training ground.

"So young and already completely grasping Qi and Blood, not to mention solidifying Qi and Blood, and so fast that I couldn't even react, only able to stand there and take a beating."

"Damn it, unless it's those Martial Arts Grandmasters who have refined their Qi and Blood into a wolf smoke, or even those whose Qi Blood Dragon Transformation."

"Otherwise, who is your match, kid?"

"He's too damn monstrous..."

After muttering a few words, he looked at Qian Xueming, who seemed to be watching the show:

"Old man Qian, it's all your fault for saying to test his strength."

"Alright, I tested his strength, and he's very strong!"

"I'm also seriously injured!"

"You old man, you have to give me a subsidy, or I'm not doing this anymore!"