94: Wan Yueyao makes her appearance.

Martial arts cultivation generates blood qi, which usually reflects the strength of a martial artist's talent and cultivation technique system.

Normally, blood qi can only be felt; it is incredibly difficult to actually see it.

However, because of Ling Xian's cultivation technique and the Five Beasts Stance Technique, he had abundant blood qi that could manifest in a gaseous state.

This blood qi surrounding him was terrifying, even without considering his cultivation level.

"No, this is blood qi, such thick blood qi." The woman realized the problem; sitting on the bench felt like sitting on a bed of nails, making her restless.

She flew backward, her eyes fixed on Ling Xian as she grew wary.

"Who gave a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist like you the courage?" Ling Xian finished the milk tea in his mouth and casually tossed the cup into a nearby trash can.

Clang!

The woman flinched; Ling Xian was already in front of her, striking down with a swift and fierce palm.

Facing a simple palm strike accompanied by a fierce wind, she, a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, was actually unable to dodge in time.

Bang!

She was slammed directly into the ground, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from her face.

"Why? Are you not susceptible to seduction?" The woman was terrified, asking both out of curiosity and to buy time.

"Is everyone in your Poker Organization a Mental-type Esper?" As the words fell, a bone needle shot out, hitting her right between the eyebrows, killing her instantly.

Poker Six, who had just arrived, saw this and shouted, "Poker Three!"

Unfortunately, it was too late; Poker Three would never wake up again.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing Poker Three, obtaining 20,000 villain points!]

Poker Six was followed by three others arriving as backup.

Poker Eight was a middle-aged man with a face full of stubble, giving him a bit of a masculine charm.

Seeing Poker Three's corpse, his face darkened as he growled, "Be quiet!"

"I told her not to play seduction tricks on experts; if she didn't listen, she deserves to die."

Poker Five wore a mask and a hat, following behind silently and expressionlessly, showing no emotional fluctuations or clues to his background.

Poker Four was a child wearing a hat, but in reality, he was an adult.

It was only because of injecting a Serum that his body had shriveled, turning him into the appearance of a child.

"So you're the guy who's been repeatedly attacking our Poker Organization?"

As he spoke, his speed increased several times over, vanishing in the blink of an eye and reappearing before Ling Xian in the next moment to throw a punch.

Bang!

A fist-sized hole was torn in Ling Xian's clothes, but his body was unharmed, not even leaving a single mark.

His gaze was cold, flashing like a bolt of lightning; he seemed to view the child as an ant, not even worth noticing.

"A speed-type ability user?" Ling Xian suddenly sneered, like a cold abyss descending upon the world, making one feel suffocated. "Interesting, but your punch is too weak."

With that, Ling Xian's punch was even faster. As he struck out, the air vibrated like a surging tsunami.

Poker Four was sent flying dozens of meters on the spot, slamming heavily onto the ground as blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.

"So strong! He's completely unlike the S-rank experts I've met before." Poker Four cast aside his previous contempt, his expression turning serious as he pulled a dagger from his sleeve and charged with a forward grip.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

His speed was like a gale, passing by Ling Xian three or four times in the blink of an eye.

This unique advantage did indeed give Ling Xian a bit of a headache, but fortunately, the opponent's damage was limited and posed no threat.

But just as Ling Xian let his guard down, a blade slash cut through the air, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

Hiss!

Ling Xian frowned slightly at the wound on his arm, somewhat surprised that the power of this strike was so terrifying.

One must know that he had practiced the Five Beasts Stance Technique, and his physical constitution far exceeded that of an ordinary Master; yet even so, he couldn't withstand the damage of this blade.

"Interesting!" Ling Xian remarked, his gaze falling on the panting Poker Four.

"Holy crap, you freak! Are you even human..." Before Poker Four could finish, Ling Xian's wound had completely healed under the effect of Super Recovery.

"Damn it, damn it all!" Poker Four went completely ballistic. "I'm not playing anymore, he's got cheats!"

"If you guys don't help, I'm going to die!"

Ling Xian's punch was like thunder, unstoppable, carrying the power of a terrifying storm as he smashed his fist toward Poker Four.

At this moment, Poker Eight finally made his move, his entire body shrouded in golden light as he blocked Ling Xian's fist in front of Poker Four.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out!

Unfortunately, a slight fist mark still appeared on Poker Eight's body.

"Hmm? Golden Bell Shield? Iron Cloth Shirt?" Ling Xian exclaimed in surprise, not expecting his ordinary punch to be unable to move Poker Eight.

"No, that's not it. It's an ability—strengthening the body into a special substance, the kind that's incredibly hard."

"Kid, I'm a late-stage S-rank ability user. Being able to injure me with that punch is enough for you to be proud for a lifetime," Poker Eight said calmly, his words full of praise for Ling Xian.

"Kid, hand over Poker A and Poker 2, then join our organization. I can guarantee your safety." Poker Eight's eyes showed appreciation for talent. "Otherwise, if the four of us strike, even a Grandmaster would die with regrets on the spot."

Two A-rank ability users and two S-rank ability users—this lineup was truly luxurious.

And this didn't even include the A-rank ability user Poker Three, who had just fallen at Ling Xian's hands.

Even Ling Xian hadn't expected the Poker Organization to take him so seriously.

While the two sides were in a standoff, a young girl in a Tang suit stepped onto the crushed autumn leaves, walking slowly as if treading on the void, making all things turn pale.

The noisy sounds of fighting abruptly stopped, leaving only a void.

Everyone's eyes turned toward the approaching girl with a single ponytail.

Her face was as rosy and full as smooth cream, her skin as fair and delicate as snow, and her strange pupils were as deep and charming as the starry sea.

A young man followed behind her, but compared to her, he was like a green leaf setting off a flower, pale in comparison.

This young man was none other than Su Ran.

And this girl was Su Ran's Third Senior Sister, Third Senior Sister, a hot-blooded girl who worshipped the strong and pursued power.

In the original plot, she was a heavyweight character, at the peak of the Master rank, just one step away from breaking through to the Grandmaster realm; she was the backer Su Ran would turn to when he couldn't win, and the big sister in the eyes of the junior sisters.

Her appearance rate could earn her the title of "Best MVP."

Suddenly, an eagle's cry pierced the sky, breaking the silence of the crowd.

Poker Eight thought it was a helper Ling Xian had found and prepared to flee at any moment.

Ling Xian was carefully sizing up Third Senior Sister, not just looking but also evaluating her in his mind; when he saw her impressive figure and beautiful eyes, he would nod and take a few more looks.

After a long time, Third Senior Sister spoke, her voice nonchalant and her eyes flowing with a cold chill: "Ling Xian, for touching my junior brothers and sisters, you're looking for death!"

Her pitch-black ponytail fluttered in the wind, and she held a pitch-black spear in her hand, looking like an ancient female general, majestic and awe-inspiring!

She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet she made people want to draw near.

Like a moth to a flame, knowing the danger, yet still wanting to step forward.