"Great! Great!" the old patriarch of the Chen Family said excitedly, his eyes brimming with tears, "Our Chen Family has finally produced a truly unique genius!"
In head-to-head combat within the same realm, he could actually stand equal to Long Lin, a genius of the Long Family’s generation, and even slightly overpower him. Such news was sufficient to raise the Chen Family’s prestige by a notch in the entire Ancient Martial Arts World.
"In the recent clash at the port, Zhang Menglong used two types of martial arts. One was bizarre and could convert a martial artist’s Inner Strength for his own use. The other was robust and agile with astonishing power, who would have thought that the Ritian Sect still had a third, such impressive martial art!"
"I think I just heard that girl say the name of the palm technique is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Isn’t that a skill from novels?"
"Who cares if it’s from novels, I think even the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the novels can only be of this caliber."
"Just these three martial arts alone are enough to make the Ritian Sect a major powerhouse in the Ancient Martial Arts World!"
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"This isn’t a technique from the Chen Family!" Long Lin looked at Chen Bingyu, his face full of confusion.
He had grown up basking in the aura of a genius and up till now, no martial artist of the same rank had ever managed to suppress him in a direct confrontation. And yet, today he had been pushed back by a girl?
"Of course it’s not our Chen Family’s technique," Chen Bingyu smiled, "This is an exclusive secret of the Ritian Sect. Join our Sect and I’ll tell you all about it!"
The reason why Zhang Menglong had let Chen Bingyu step forward to test the grounds was precisely because Long Lin was also a rare genius, and even his Potential Index surpassed that of Chen Bingyu and Liu Yunyi, reaching an astounding 14 points!
If he could study at the Super God Academy for a while, his strength would even far surpass the former two!
Although Long Lin was a bit arrogant, considering it unbearable for the heaven’s justice not to school the pretentious, wasn’t this exactly the age to show off? Liking to show off doesn’t mean his intentions are not pure!
"Our Ritian Sect has just been established, and the threshold for recruiting members is still quite low. If you are willing, just call me ’Senior Sister’, and then you’ll be the fourth member of our Ritian Sect!"
"Woof woof woof!" Wang Cai barked dissatisfiedly upon hearing this; he might not be human, but he also had dog rights!
"Sorry, the fifth member of our Ritian Sect!" Chen Bingyu quickly corrected herself.
"Grouped with a dog?" Long Lin’s face showed anger.
Indeed, the martial arts of the Ritian Sect were powerful, and even he was somewhat tempted, but to call a girl five to six years his junior ’Senior Sister’ and to be on par with a dog, how could he remain calm?
"Woof woof woof!" Hearing Long Lin’s words, Wang Cai barked even more fiercely.
Then, to his surprise, Wang Cai actually stood up on his hind legs, raised his forelimbs, opened his paws, and then gave Long Lin the middle finger.
"This dog understands human speech?" Long Lin, who had seen his fair share of extraordinary events, was seeing for the first time a dog giving him the middle finger; was there still justice left in this world?
Before Long Lin could curse aloud, he saw Zhang Menglong quickly hugging Wang Cai.
"Forget it, forget it! Wang Cai, that’s enough, no need to get angry with him. It isn’t worth it!"
"Woof woof woof!" Wang Cai barked a few times, then whined twice and rolled his eyes at Long Lin.
"My god, this dog is possessed!"
"It’s my first time seeing a dog that can give the finger!"
"Was it cursing just now with that whining?"
"Are the dogs of the Ritian Sect all this awesome?"
"Shush! Keep it down, this dog is no ordinary dog. We just came up from the docks, and that dog must either be a special breed or it has cultivated abilities!"
"Are you kidding me? Dogs can cultivate too?"
"I swear I saw it with my own eyes—it slapped a Level Six injured martial artist to the ground with a single palm. When a severely injured martial artist from the Mythical Realm attacked, hitting it on its leg, it still bounced around lively. You tell me, is this an ordinary dog?"
"I suspect this dog’s power is no weaker than a Grandmaster!"
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Hearing the whispers around him, Long Lin felt a shudder of fear.
A dog that could match a Grandmaster? Was there anyone in control of this world?
Although he viewed the Ding Family as fools, a martial artist at Grandmaster level remains at that realm. Even with his talents, Long Lin knew he stood no chance against a Grandmaster, not even an injured one.
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If Zhang Menglong hadn’t held it back from rushing into the arena just now, he might have been beaten by a dog by now!
But in the current situation, Long Lin felt he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Though prideful, he wasn’t foolish. Chen Bingyu, despite being a female martial artist, demonstrated through her just-released move that her strength was undoubtedly no less than his!
Long Lin had already used eight-tenths of his power, and he believed Chen Bingyu definitely still had reserves. If the match continued, it would probably be difficult to end without issues.
"That’s enough, the comparison ends here!" Just then, several Grandmasters from the Ancient Martial Association hurried over to give him a way out. They clearly saw Long Lin’s embarrassment. If the match continued, it was likely the Long Family would lose face.
"Now, let the ranking battle of talents officially begin," one of the Grandmasters of the Ancient Martial Association pulled out a container with bamboo slips, "Draw slips with the same number to pair up for combat. Rankings will be done according to wins and losses; those with lower rankings may challenge those with higher ones until no challenges remain. Is everyone clear on the rules?"
No one had any objections to the rules. The one-on-one battles could likely mean that two highly skilled participants could meet early and eliminate one of the talents.
But this challenge mechanism prevented such internal damage, ensuring a relatively fair ranking outcome.
"Don’t draw that woman, or even Long Lin, just not that woman!"
The martial artists participating in the draw silently repeated this mantra, fearing Chen Bingyu more than Long Lin.
"Young lady, it’s your turn!" the Grandmaster from the Ancient Martial Association approached Chen Bingyu.
"She won’t be participating," Zhang Menglong spoke.
"What?" Everyone was startled. With Chen Bingyu’s strength, she was absolutely capable of securing a highly coveted rank, even potentially clinching the top spot—a one-battle fame opportunity that would be a fantastic promotion for the Ritian Sect. Why would Zhang Menglong give it up?
"And your thoughts, young lady?" the Grandmaster confirmed.
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"I’ll follow the Sect Leader’s decision," Chen Bingyu said.
"This competition isn’t that interesting," Zhang Menglong sighed, "If she joined, the rankings would lose all suspense."
"He’s too disdainful! With so many of us here, can’t even one prove to be a match for her?"
"Is he trying to attract attention with this tactic? These tricks are too clumsy, aren’t they?"
"The Ritian Sect, really too arrogant for words!" Even many old monsters from various families and Sects frowned. Wasn’t this tantamount to saying all the disciples they had trained were useless? Who could tolerate that?
"What’s the matter? Don’t agree?" Zhang Menglong’s gaze swept over the young martial artists surrounding him, "I’m a straightforward person. Compared to the talents nurtured by our Ritian Sect, the rest of you are just pathetic. If this offends anyone present, feel free to come and hit me!"