45: Chapter 45 Imperial Capital Martial Arts University?

A convoy of luxurious hovercars bearing Imperial Capital license plates formed a long line, slowly driving into the school gate made of two massive beast bones.

The golden dragon emblem printed on the car bodies shimmered in the sunlight, exuding an inherent air of nobility and arrogance.

The exchange delegation from Imperial Capital Martial Arts University had arrived.

This was a "traditional recurring event" that had continued for decades between the two top institutions.

Nominally, it was for "academic exchange and fostering friendship," but in reality, it was just to probe each other's bottom line before the competition, and incidentally—to trash the place.

The car doors opened, and a group of students wearing uniform white outfits with golden school badges on their chests stepped out.

The men were handsome, the women were beautiful, and they held their heads high, their eyes filled with unmasked superiority.

In stark contrast to them were the Modu Martial Arts University students standing at the entrance watching.

These "bandits" from the War Academy were dressed in battle-worn camouflage, some shirtless carrying swords, with the lingering scent of blood from just returning from missions.

"Tsk tsk, is this the legendary Modu Martial Arts University?"

"Shh, keep it down," the girl beside her chuckled. "They call this 'wildness.' But compared to our Imperial Capital's royal gardens, this place really does look like an uncivilized zoo."

Although their voices were not loud, it was enough for the surrounding circle of Modu students to hear clearly.

"Damn! What are those pretty boys saying?"

"Looking for a fight, huh? Do you believe I'll peel that white skin off you?"

The crowd stirred, and many hot-tempered senior students already had their hands on their sword hilts.

"Quiet!"

Wang Ye, who was in charge of the reception, stood on the steps with a domineering air. He glanced at the Imperial Capital students and chuckled:

"Guests are guests. Our Modu Martial Arts University is a place that values reason; don't let them say we don't know our manners."

Although he said that, his eyes clearly conveyed: When you get on the ring later, beat them to death.

Inside the First Conference Hall, the atmosphere was even more tense.

On the left side of the long table sat the school leaders of Modu Martial Arts University and several student representatives from the top ten of the Heavenly Rankings (excluding Lin Yuan).

On the right side of the long table was the delegation from Imperial Capital Martial Arts University.

Leading the team was none other than the Admissions Office Director, Director Li Zheng, who had been rejected by Lin Yuan back in Jianghai City.

"Wang Ye, long time no see. I heard you spent ten million this year to recruit a 'top pick' named Lin Yuan? How come I don't see that top scholar on such an important occasion?"

Director Li Zheng paused and feigned surprise:

"Could it be that he heard we were coming, got scared of embarrassing himself, and found somewhere to hide?"

"Hahaha..." The Imperial Capital Martial Arts University students burst into laughter.

Wang Ye picked his ear, not yet having a chance to speak.

A young man sitting beside Director Li Zheng slowly opened his eyes.

He was wearing a custom S-grade nano combat suit and was extremely handsome, but his eyes were stuck up in the clouds, and his whole body exuded a heart-palpitating Third-Rank aura.

Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, this year's New Student king of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University, possessor of the S-grade talent [Gods Insight], and furthermore, a direct heir of the Ye family of the Imperial Capital.

"Director Li Zheng, don't make things difficult for Wang Ye."

"Just an opportunist with an F-grade talent who climbed the ranks by relying on luck and system loopholes. Only Modu Martial Arts University would treat someone like that as a treasure."

His gaze swept across the Modu students opposite him, finally resting on Xiang Lie, a flash of fighting spirit in his eyes:

"I heard that the only one here who can actually fight is a military madman named Xiang Lie? As for that Lin Yuan, I'm not interested."

Xiang Lie, being named, frowned and was just about to slam the table and stand up.

The heavy conference room door was pushed open.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look.

A teenager wearing beach shorts and flip-flops sauntered in slowly.

"Who was calling my name just now?"

"Lin Yuan!!"

Seeing that face, Director Li Zheng's expression instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot; the humiliation of being publicly rejected in Jianghai City surged into his heart once more.

"Presumptuous!"

Director Li Zheng slammed the table and pointed at Lin Yuan, scolding angrily: "Is this the quality of your Modu Martial Arts University? Wearing flip-flops on an occasion like this? What kind of decorum is this!"

Then he pulled Ye Fan beside him, boasting with an arrogant face:

"Open your eyes and look! This is the New Student king of our Imperial Capital Martial Arts University, Ye Fan! S-grade talent, broke through to Third-Rank in two months of enrollment! Equipped with full S-grade custom gear! In terms of resources, talent, and strength, in what way is he not better than you?"

"Right now, he can crush you to death with a single finger!"

Ye Fan also stood up at the right moment, releasing the qi and blood pressure of a Third-Rank martial artist without reservation, like a great mountain pressing down on Lin Yuan.

He looked down at Lin Yuan from his position, his eyes full of contempt:

"You are Lin Yuan? Meeting is not as good as hearing about you; you really are an uneducated wild path practitioner."

Facing this oncoming pressure, Lin Yuan didn't even raise an eyelid.

[Gods Insight · Analysis]

[Target: Ye Fan.]

[Realm: Third-Rank Initial Stage (Drug-catalyzed).]

[Foundation: Unstable. Large amounts of pill toxins from 'Marrow Cleansing Liquid' and 'Boundary Breaking Pills' remain in the body.]

"S-grade talent?"

"Director Li Zheng, is the judgment of your Imperial Capital Martial Arts University a bit senile?"

"This is the S-grade you picked?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, his words shocking:

"Unstable aura, heavy footsteps; one look and it's obvious you've been eating pills like meals since you were young, a rank forcefully stacked up, right? This kind of Third-Rank fed by pill jars looks intimidating, but when it comes to a real fight, can you withstand one strike from me?"

"You!" Ye Fan's expression changed, his sore spot poked.

Lin Yuan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, continuing his venomous output:

"And that S-grade gear... tsk tsk, it's truly luxurious. What a pity, even if you put armor on a dog, it won't turn into a war wolf."

"You're courting death!!"

Ye Fan was completely broken; as a heaven's favored son, he had grown up amidst praise his whole life. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Boom!

A blinding burst of holy light suddenly erupted from his body, and with a grasp into the void with his right hand, a light sword instantly condensed.

"Do you dare to fight right now?! I want to make you kneel and swallow your words just now!"

Ye Fan roared and was about to rush across the long table.

"Enough!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously.

One was Wang Ye; although he loved to watch the chaos, he couldn't let the two schools actually have a brawl in the conference room.

The other was the Vice Principal of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University; he stopped the furious Ye Fan with a dark expression: "Ye Fan! Sit down! Isn't it embarrassing enough? If you want to fight, do it on the competition ring!"

Director Li Zheng forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, staring at Lin Yuan with venomous eyes:

"Lin Yuan, don't rely on your sharp tongue. I hope that when you're on the ring, your bones can be as hard as your mouth."

"One month from now, the 'Hundred Schools Hegemony Competition' will be held in the Imperial Capital. By then, Ye Fan will step on you in front of the entire Federation and let you know what true despair is."

"Let's go!"

Director Li Zheng waved his hand and left the meeting with the people from Imperial Capital Martial Arts University in a huff.

"Sure."

Lin Yuan said with his back to the Imperial Capital group that hadn't gone very far yet:

"Remember to bring more stretchers then, and it's best to book a few ICU beds as well."

The footsteps of the Imperial Capital group faltered, trembling with rage, but in the end, they didn't turn back and quickened their pace to leave.

At this moment, Wang Ye walked over, looked at Lin Yuan, and shook his head helplessly yet amusedly: "You kid, this mouth of yours is truly more venomous than your blade. You've already maxed out the hate level before the fight has even started."

Lin Yuan shrugged indifferently: "Besides, Director."

"The so-called Imperial Capital Martial Arts University..."

"Is nothing more than a shelter for a bunch of defeated opponents I've already eliminated."

Whoosh—!

Once these words were spoken, all the Modu students in the conference room instantly felt their blood boil.

"Awesome!!"

"Brother Lin is domineering! That was so satisfying to hear!"

"A shelter! Hahahaha! That's right! Everything they pick up is just what Brother Lin didn't want!"

Wang Ye looked at Lin Yuan, who was surrounded like the moon by stars, stroked his beard, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

This aura of 'who else but me'...

This year's Hundred Schools Hegemony Competition, Modu Martial Arts University, is in the bag!