64: Hold on, my proud Magic Martial Arts Academy! (I wrote an extra chapter today)

Today's Magic Martial University forum was countless times more lively than yesterday.

Numerous posts regarding the battle for the martial ranking list were constantly flooding the screen.

Among them...

#Hold the Line, My Proud Magic Martial!#

This post had the highest popularity, going viral beyond the university circles, spreading through Magic City at extreme speed, and radiating throughout the entire Dragon Country.

Someone commented:

"Waaaah..."

"When have we ever seen such a tragic scene!"

"From rank eleven to thirty on the martial ranking list, a total of twenty Prodigies!"

"They were all ruthlessly swept off the stage, coughing blood and unable to get up."

Attached Image: Scene of the tragedy (Front perspective).

Someone replied to the comment:

"Too tragic, it's really too tragic!"

"That beast just swung his arms and made a clean sweep."

"Then he taunted them with his finger and followed up by slapping them in the face with a halberd."

"Finally, he even said 'Off the clock'!"

"He's actually clocking out early while fighting our martial ranking list!!"

Attached Image: Scene of the tragedy (Departure perspective).

Others posted videos.

"The all-around perspective is here."

"Anyone watching this, judge for yourselves!"

"If you don't count the time spent talking nonsense, the whole process only took ten seconds!"

"You're telling me this is an eighteen-year-old? This is a freshman?"

"He's trying to beat our Magic Martial into disbanding!"

Of course, most were indignant voice shouts.

"Hold the line! My proud Magic Martial!"

"Magic Martial! Hold the line! Magic Martial! Hold the line!"

"Senior Shangguan Wu! Guard the glory of Magic Martial!"

"Senior Mu Baiyi! The final pride of Magic Martial!"

Many people from across Dragon Country who clicked into this post had shocked expressions.

"What major event has happened!"

"I don't know either."

"This post's popularity is so high, it's going to hit number one in the country in a moment!"

"It seems to be about that strongest freshman, Lin Yan."

"He went to Magic Martial University alone and is about to sweep all their Prodigies!"

"Now the whole university is cheering on their last Prodigies."

*Hiss!*

"Are you kidding me?"

"He's the strongest freshman, not the strongest university student!"

"It's true, there's a video, go watch if you don't believe it!"

Diwu University.

Gu Chen stared at the projected video in front of him that had been repeated countless times, his expression silent.

A long time passed.

He turned off the projection and walked toward the cultivation room.

The whole process remained silent; perhaps only his tightly clenched fists could reflect the stormy waves surging in his heart... Haotian University.

"As I expected."

Duan Tiancheng paced back and forth, muttering softly.

"Fourth-tier sixth-level cultivation, fifth-tier third-level invincible combat power."

"This kid is indeed aiming for the number one spot on Magic Martial University's martial ranking list."

"First... first..."

"After it's over, the four characters 'Haotian University' will be attached..."

The more he thought about it, the more excited his face became.

"No, no, no..."

"It doesn't have to be first."

"The top three will also do."

"Given the situation this year, next year's Spirit Pool will definitely follow this trend."

"By then, with this kid's freakishness...!!"

"We're taking off!!"

"Hahahaha~~~!"

...Life has many faces, truly too many.

For the current Lin Yan, being able to clock out early and see the System message notification was his happiest thing.

[Inner Circle Martial Ranking Battle? The Host finally felt a slight sense of excitement. A youth carrying a halberd, sweeping in all directions. domineering index: four and a half stars. charge value: 90%]

[charge value]: 162%

Excellent.

A smile appeared on the youth's face.

It had been some time since he last drew a prize.

Let's do one!

"Draw!"

"Ding!"

"About to consume 100% charge value for a prize draw."

The familiar sound of the roulette wheel rolling echoed in his mind.

Lin Yan leisurely took a sip of water.

Come to think of it.

He seemed to have never drawn a single level of cultivation upgr— *Ptooie ptooie ptooie!*

Stop it.

Pretend I didn't think of anything just now.

The roulette wheel gradually slowed down.

He looked over, his lips slightly parted.

No way!!

Don't!

The pointer entered the range of a single cultivation level, and the wheel was still rolling.

Slower and slower... slower and slower... "Ding!"

Until a crisp sound rang out, and it stopped.

"Whew..."

Lin Yan exhaled.

The golden light was blinding.

"Draw complete: Three levels of cultivation increase."

Good, good!

As his thoughts settled.

Boom—!

The incredibly comfortable sensation of meridian enhancement and the surge of scorching hot blood instantly hit him.

Fourth meridian, Perfection!

Fourth-tier ninth-level, achieved!

Bang—!

Lin Yan suddenly clenched his fist.

The air let out a muffled explosion.

Not bad.

Tomorrow, he could clock out early again... The familiar dawn, the familiar long row of villas and the slope.

And that familiar Youth in Black, followed by two equally familiar faces.

"Brother Yan."

"Good luck!"

Lian Chuan clenched his fist.

"Brother Yan, no matter what the result is today."

"You have already created history."

"Just let loose and fight."

Xue Cheng cheered him on.

Lin Yan turned his head and smiled at the two of them.

"This is just the beginning."

Then his gaze moved toward the ten arenas that appeared with a rumble, fixing on that beautiful figure standing at the highest point.

"Since I've chosen to climb the mountain, of course I have to go to the summit to take a look."

Xue Cheng and Lian Chuan looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

This was their Brother Yan.

Silence all around.

Gazes gathered.

Hold the line! My proud Magic Martial!!

"Lin Yan!"

Rolling thunder came from the Martial Pavilion in the distance.

"Your strength has already been recognized."

"We allow you to start fighting directly from the top three arenas."

As the voice fell.

The seven young figures on the slope lowered their heads at the same time, their faces full of shame.

A supreme humiliation.

To protect them, the school had made a decision that broke the rules.

But as it happened.

They didn't dare to make even the slightest sound.

After returning yesterday, they had watched the battle video repeatedly.

Ultimately, they had to admit it.

They couldn't win.

Everyone at Magic Martial University clenched their fists again; some even used so much force that their knuckles turned white.

Finally.

"Magic Martial! Hold the line!!"

Someone raised their arm and roared.

Following that was wave after wave of sound.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!!"

Lin Yan rubbed his nose again, just like yesterday.

Why did he feel more and more like a villain.

This was clearly just a friendly spar for a spot in the Spirit Pool.

He slightly raised his eyes.

Then let's end this early.

Bang—!

Leaping up, he landed directly on the tenth arena.

The young man on top changed expression.

"You..."

Even after all this, you're still coming to bully us?

Before he could finish his sentence.

Bang—!

Another booming sound.

Lin Yan had already landed on the ninth arena in a few steps.

"The one at rank three."

"Get ready."

Bang... bang... bang-bang-bang—!

The sounds of rapid footsteps landing rang out continuously.

The youth's figure was like lightning, leaping over arena after arena, charging forward at high speed.

The Prodigies of the core area had angry expressions, but they could only watch this scene unfold.

"This kid."

"He's building up his momentum!"

Ping Cang's face darkened slightly.

Ying Chao turned and stepped onto the arena, pointing his spear forward with a determined gaze.

"Bring it!"

The numerous shouts continued.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!!"