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Chapter 387: Chapter 192: Unprecedented, the Talent War

Firewood Martial Hall, Yanjing Branch.

In the conference room, everyone was still lost in that final, shocking scene, unable to pull themselves away.

Wang Jingcheng slowly rose from his chair. He didn’t look at the screen; instead, his gaze was locked tightly onto Long Bohan.

His eyes burned with frightening intensity.

"Bo Han."

"This person, this genius named Lin Ye—"

"No matter what, at any cost, we must get him and keep him firmly in our grasp!"

He walked over to Long Bohan and continued, "We’re working overtime tonight! I’ll rewrite this proposal with you!"

"If necessary, an S-rank contract is not out of the question!"

An S-rank contract!

Those two words hit them like a bombshell, exploding in everyone’s mind.

A series of sharp gasps echoed throughout the office.

S-rank!

What did that even mean?

It meant the Firewood Martial Hall would groom this newcomer as a future Martial Saint, a future pillar of their organization!

Across all of the Firewood Martial Hall’s branches nationwide, the number of S-rank contracts signed each year could be counted on one hand!

Most of them were reserved for those already-famous Divine Realm, or even Celestial Human Realm, powerhouses with illustrious combat records.

To offer an S-rank olive branch directly to a rookie who hadn’t even left the training camp?

Looking back at the last ten years of the Firewood Martial Hall’s history, this had happened no more than three times a year!

It would require reporting to headquarters and passing the strictest of reviews.

But if it was approved and the contract was successfully signed, it would be an absolutely massive accomplishment for their Yanjing Branch!

In an instant, all eyes in the office converged on Long Bohan.

Their gazes were filled with shock, envy, and admiration, but most of all, sincere congratulations.

"Mr. Long, you’re the man!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Long!"

"S-rank! My god, you’re going to be the ace of our Recruitment Department from now on!"

Listening to the chorus of congratulations and feeling Wang Jingcheng’s undisguised look of admiration, the tension in Long Bohan’s nerves finally melted away.

He felt all his persistence, all his pressure, and all his grievances vanish in that moment.

It was all worth it.

He straightened his back and screamed silently in his heart.

’Dad, my gamble paid off!’

Meanwhile, in a forgotten corner of the office.

Zhang Zewei was slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

All his schemes, all his calculations, all his hopes...

...were shattered to pieces by Lin Ye’s final blow.

...

In Dong Dongchen’s livestream.

Just as everyone was reveling in the historic moment, Dong Dongchen’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He noticed that after the battle ended, Goblin Soldiers did nothing.

There was no celebration, no savoring the victory, not even a moment’s pause.

He just calmly clicked to match for the next fight.

The words "Matching..." and the spinning circle that appeared were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of the feverish audience.

’He’s... still fighting?’

’He’s going to fight again?’

’Hasn’t he already broken the record?’

The celebratory spam was replaced by a flood of question marks in the stream chat.

Everyone was stunned.

They were here, hearts pounding, so excited they wanted to run around and announce the dawn of a new era.

But the creator of it all, the man at the center of the storm, seemed completely detached from it.

He truly didn’t seem to care about breaking the record.

Dong Dongchen stared blankly at the screen. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

He felt as if he’d understood something.

"Brothers."

"I get it now..."

"From the very beginning, he probably never cared about the winning streak record or the empty title of being number one in Martial Arts Peak."

"Look at him. From start to finish, have you ever seen him happy about a victory? Have you ever seen him look serious because of a strong opponent?"

"No, never."

"From his perspective, what we see as earth-shattering battles are perhaps... just a series of ordinary spars."

"He’s just searching. Searching for an opponent who can make him go all out, someone who can give him a truly satisfying fight!"

"And so far, he hasn’t found one!"

As soon as he said this, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck the minds of the million viewers in the livestream.

That’s right!

They recalled every one of Lin Ye’s battles they had watched, from the Vein Opening Realm to the Gang Condensation Realm, from being a nobody to ranking in the top three hundred of the New Star Sequence.

It didn’t matter who the opponent was or how breathtakingly brilliant their strength was.

He always remained completely stoic.

At that moment, Lin Ye’s image was completely elevated in the hearts of countless people.

He was no longer just a powerful genius.

It was as if he were an unparalleled master standing at the peak of a mountain, seeking but never finding a worthy defeat!

In that instant, his stature truly became equal to that of the legendary Martial Saint!

Dong Dongchen watched the endless stream of comments like "I’m enlightened" and "His perspective is on another level," feeling deeply moved himself.

"His future..."

"Perhaps... it lies beyond even the Martial Saint realm!"

Of course, Lin Ye had no idea that his simple action had caused the outside world to spin up countless theories about him.

He truly didn’t care about records and honors.

His goals had been crystal clear from the start.

First, to complete the challenge mission issued by the System. The more consecutive wins he achieved, the more progress he would make toward his Spiritual Awakening.

Second, to use an impeccable combat record to attract the attention of the Martial Hall’s upper echelons and secure a better contract for himself.

Just as he defeated Qin Wushuang a moment ago, the System’s notification had already sounded in his mind.