19: The prototype of the coercion of will!

"Too perfect."

Jiang Yuan sighed.

No wonder it could be classified into the SSS-rank sequence.

"With my current power, even burning down a hundred-story building is not a problem."

"It seems I still underestimated those Geniuses who awakened SS-rank and SSS-rank talents before."

"These top-tier sequence talents are even more freakish than I imagined..."

Jiang Yuan sighed.

Finally, he understood why those top universities and factions would spare no effort to Cultivate top-tier Martial Artists with rare class transfers and top-tier talents.

Because the gap between them and ordinary Martial Artists was simply too huge.

Once Cultivated,

they would be the core of the core of the team, the hope of humanity in resisting the abyss!

"With the SSS-rank elemental talent plus the mythical class transfer of the [God of War] class, and the Cultivation Technique I am Cultivating now, even looking globally among peers, it is definitely the top of the top!"

"Give me time, not to mention the top Prodigies currently in the global first tier, even veteran powerhouses, I have the strength to fight them."

Jiang Yuan murmured to himself. As he said this, his Aura reached its peak, undergoing a slight transformation, filled with a soul-shaking deterrent force.

Those with insufficient mental strength in front of the current Jiang Yuan, just a single look would be enough to make them tremble with fear, or even faint on the spot.

If a high-tier Martial Artist were present, they would be surprised to notice that that was the embryo of Will Pressure.

Often, Martial Artists without mental-type sequence talents need to reach the fifth rank to trigger a sublimation of their will, mastering their own Martial Will. Their will can actually affect the outside world and form pressure, and high-tier Martial Artists can even make low-tier Martial Artists unable to move purely by relying on Will Pressure.

Only a very small number of low-tier Martial Artists whose Heart-Nature and boldness have reached the limit can touch the threshold of Martial Will.

At this moment, without Jiang Yuan noticing,

the transformation of this Aura on his body ignored the barrier of the metal walls and continuously spread outward.

...

Time turned back a few minutes. When Jiang Yuan obtained the Immortal Phoenix Flame, several people came to Chongming Martial Arts Hall.

The middle-aged fatty at the head smiled and said, "Curator Xu, long time no see."

Seeing the arrival, Xu Yihan's expression turned cold like frost,

"Wang Xinlong, it's you again."

Wang Xinlong, Curator of Thunder Martial Hall, brought people over and looked at the empty martial arts hall with a smile.

"It's really desolate. Curator Xu, could it be that after two months, you haven't even recruited a single Disciple?"

"It's none of your business. What are you here for?"

"Don't you know what I'm here for? Of course, it's to take back the B-grade alloy weapon your dad borrowed from our Thunder Martial Hall."

"I said you are slandering us. My father never said there was any such thing!" Xu Yihan's chest heaved with anger,

"It's useless even if you want to deny it." Wang Xinlong walked with his hands behind his back and looked around. "It was much livelier when Old Brother Xu was here. Back in the day, I even studied here for a period of time. What a pity, what a pity. With Old Brother Xu's passing, this place has also gone to waste."

"Watch your mouth! My father is not dead yet! One day he will come back."

Xu Yihan's voice was low and her eyes were cold. Several people felt a surging Aura rushing towards them. Wang Xinlong's smile remained unchanged, but the three Martial Practitioners behind him turned slightly pale and felt uncomfortable.

"You are close to a tier-3 Martial Artist, truly worthy of being Old Brother Xu's daughter. If you hadn't dropped out halfway to inherit the martial arts hall, you should have been a tier-3 Martial Artist two years ago. What a pity."

Wang Xinlong feigned regret, his tiny eyes sweeping over Xu Yihan's graceful and slender body with a greedy gaze,

"Curator Xu, if you don't want to return the weapon, that's fine too."

"As long as you follow the proposal I mentioned last time, you bring your family's Sky-Rending Spear and marry into our Wang family, the two martial arts halls will merge, and the debt your martial arts hall owes my family will be written off in one stroke. This is the best win-win method for both sides."

Looking at him, Xu Yihan only felt disgusted and said coldly:

"Wang Xinlong, stop daydreaming."

The fatty spread his hands. "Then there's nothing we can do."

His tiny eyes turned cold, revealing a trace of sinister evil,

"You're refusing a toast only to drink a forfeiture."

"Today, either you close down the martial arts hall, or you hand over your family's Sky-Rending Spear."

Xu Yihan stared fiercely at Wang Xinlong in front of her, wishing she could stab him to death with a spear. Although he was a tier-3 Martial Artist, he was 100% piled up with tonic supplements, and his Qi and blood were quite hollow. Xu Yihan was 100% sure of winning against him.

The reason she endured it was not because she was afraid of him, but because she was wary of the person supporting him from behind—Wang Xinlong's dad, Wang Tai.

The founder of Thunder Martial Hall, a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist!

In South River City, a sixth-rank powerhouse was already considered a big shot, and would be revered wherever they went.

Until the very end, Xu Yihan did not want to drag Scarlet Rose into this because of her personal affairs.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, that will only make me more excited." Wang Xinlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth. "How is it? Have you considered it?"

"Are you returning the money, or selling the martial arts hall to pay off the debt?"

"Or... you accompany me once, and I can consider postponing the time by a month." Wang Xinlong's eyes were wild. The youths behind him also looked at Xu Yihan dishonestly, filled with desire and evil thoughts.

"Shameless!"

Xu Yihan's expression was gloomy. "Aren't you afraid I'll go to the Martial Artist Association to report you?!"

"Report me?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "Paying debts is only natural and justified."

"You are slandering us, there is no evidence at all."

"There's no evidence, but opening a martial arts hall has its rules. I bring my Disciples to challenge the hall and spar. Can't the losing side take down the sign and force you to close?"

Wang Xinlong said smugly, "If you have the ability, you send Disciples to accept the fight."

"What kind of martial arts hall do you open without Disciples, am I right?"

"Curator is right."

A short-figured middle-aged Martial Artist bootlicked, relying on Wang Xinlong's backing, and sneered at Xu Yihan: "If you ask me, our Curator liking you is giving you Face. With our Curator's background and strength, what kind of woman can't he find?"

"No matter how strong you train as a woman, you don't go down to the abyss, nor do you go to the battlefield. What's the use of guarding this broken martial arts hall?"

"Well said, hahaha."

Wang Xinlong and the others laughed wantonly.

Xu Yihan bit her silver teeth, furious.

"You guys have guts. Today's humiliation, I, Xu Yihan, have remembered it. Don't let me find an opportunity..."

Just at this moment, an invisible pressure came from the pressure room, sweeping over their bodies.

The laughter of the laughing youths stopped abruptly. Their pale Faces turned around in horror and terror, feeling that a terrifying sense of oppression had just struck, as if a large hand had grabbed their hearts, making their hair stand on end!

"What was that just now?"

"You felt it too?"

"What a terrifying feeling."

Wang Xinlong's Face also lost its smile, looking in the direction of the pressure room with shock and suspicion,

"This is... Will Pressure? Or mental deterrence?"

Mental-type Martial Artists were extremely rare, and generally only Martial Artists above the fifth rank could achieve Awakening of Will Pressure. Could there still be an expert in this martial arts hall?

Wang Xinlong glanced at Xu Yihan, but found that she also had a shocked expression looking in the direction of the pressure room.

"Click, click."

Amidst the shocked gazes of several people,

the metal door of the pressure room slowly opened.

A handsome youth walked out from inside, his light golden eyes looking indifferently at several people.

"Who are you?"