High Martial Arts Era: Starting with a 100,000-fold increase in comprehension

The more you look at the picture, the more you will see.

"Too perfect."

Jiang Yuan sighed.

No wonder he was classified as an SSS-level player.

"With my current strength, even burning a hundred-story building is not a problem."

"It seems that I underestimated those geniuses who awakened SS-level and SSS-level talents."

"The talents of these top-level players are even more abnormal than I thought..."

Jiang Yuan sighed.

I finally understand why those top universities and forces would cultivate top-level talented warriors who transfer to rare professions at all costs.

Because the gap between them and ordinary warriors is too big.

Once they are cultivated.

They are the core of the team, the hope of mankind to resist the abyss!

"With SSS-level natural talent, the [Martial God] profession of mythical job transfer, and the skills I am practicing now, even if I look at my peers around the world, I am definitely the best among the best!"

"Give me some time, not to mention the top genius in the first echelon of the world, even the old strong ones, I can fight."

Jiang Yuan whispered to himself. When he said this, his momentum reached its peak, and he underwent some transformation, full of shocking deterrence.

In front of Jiang Yuan now, a person with insufficient spirit is enough to tremble with fear with just one look, and even faint on the spot.

If there are high-level warriors present, they will be surprised to find that it is the prototype of will pressure.

Often warriors with non-spiritual sequence talents need to reach the fifth level to attract a sublimation of will and master their own martial arts will. Will can actually affect the outside world and form pressure. High-level warriors can make low-level warriors unable to move just by will pressure.

Only a very small number of low-level warriors who have reached the limit of their character and spirit can touch the threshold of martial arts will.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan did not notice.

The transformation of his aura ignored the barrier of the metal wall and continued to spread outward.

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A few minutes later, when Jiang Yuan obtained the Immortal Phoenix Flame, several people came to Chongming Martial Arts Hall.

The middle-aged fat man in the lead smiled and said, "Director Xu, long time no see."

Xu Yihan's face turned cold when he saw the visitor, like frost,

"Wang Xinlong, it's you again."

Wang Xinlong, the director of Thunder Martial Arts Hall, walked over with his people and smiled at the empty martial arts hall.

"It's so quiet, Director Xu, you haven't recruited a single disciple in two months, have you?"

"It has nothing to do with you, what are you doing here?"

"Don't you know what I'm doing here? Of course, I'm here to get back the B-level alloy weapon that your father borrowed from our Thunder Martial Arts School."

"I told you that you are slandering me, my father never said anything about it!" Xu Yihan's chest was heaving with anger,

"It's no use trying to deny it." Wang Xinlong looked around with his hands behind his back, "It was more lively here when Brother Xu was here, I studied here for a while. What a pity, with the death of Brother Xu, this place is also abandoned."

"Watch your mouth! My father is not dead yet! He will come back one day."

Xu Yihan's voice was low and his eyes were cold, and several people felt a surge of momentum coming towards them. Wang Xinlong's smile remained unchanged, but the three first-level warriors behind him turned pale and felt uncomfortable.

"You are close to becoming a third-level warrior. You are worthy of being Brother Xu's daughter. If you hadn't dropped out of school to inherit the martial arts school, you would have become a third-level warrior two years ago. What a pity."

Wang Xinlong pretended to be regretful, and his small eyes swept over Xu Yihan's graceful and slender body with greedy eyes.

"Director Xu, if you don't want to return the weapon, you can."

"As long as you follow my proposal last time, you can marry into our Wang family with your family's Sky-Splitting Spear, and the two martial arts schools will merge, and your martial arts school's debt to my family will be written off. This is the best way for both parties to win."

Xu Yihan felt disgusted when he looked at him, and said coldly:

"Wang Xinlong, don't dream about it."

The fat man spread his hands, "Then there is nothing we can do."

His small eyes turned cold, revealing a hint of evil,

"You are shameless."

"Today you either close the martial arts hall or hand over your family's Sky-Splitting Gun."

Xu Yihan stared at Wang Xinlong in front of him, wishing he could stab him to death with a shot. Although he was a third-level warrior, he was 100% built up by tonics, and his blood and qi were quite weak. Xu Yihan was 100% sure to beat him.

The reason why he endured it was not because he was afraid of him, but because he was afraid of the person who supported him behind him, Wang Xinlong's father, Wang Tai.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall

, a sixth-rank warrior!

In Nanjiang City, a sixth-rank warrior is considered a big shot, and he will be respected wherever he goes.

Until the end, Xu Yihan did not want to involve Blood Rose because of his personal affairs.

"Don't look at me like that, it will only make me more excited." Wang Xinlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "How about it? Have you considered it?"

"Repay the money, or sell the martial arts hall to pay off the debt?"

"Or...if you accompany me once, I can consider postponing the time for a month." Wang Xinlong's eyes were wanton, and the eyes of several young men behind him looking at Xu Yihan were also dishonest, full of desire and evil thoughts.

"Shameless!"

Xu Yihan's face was gloomy, "Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the Warrior Association?!"

"Report me?" Wang Xinlong laughed, "It is only natural to pay back debts."

"You are slandering me, there is no evidence at all."

"There is no evidence, but there are rules for opening a martial arts school. I will bring my disciples to challenge you to compete, and the loser will take down the sign and force you to close. Is that not okay?"

Wang Xinlong said proudly, "If you have the ability, you can also send your disciples to fight."

"Why do you open a martial arts school without disciples? Hall, don't you think so?"

"The director is right."

A short middle-aged warrior licked, relying on Wang Xinlong's support, looked at Xu Yihan and sneered: "If you ask me, our director likes you, and he is giving you face. With our director's background and strength, he can find any woman he wants."

"No matter how strong you are as a woman, if you don't go down to the abyss or go to the battlefield, what's the point of guarding this broken martial arts hall?"

"Well said, hahaha."

Wang Xinlong and others laughed wantonly.

Xu Yihan gritted his teeth and was so angry.

"You have guts, I Xu Yihan will remember the humiliation today, don't give me a chance..."

At this moment, an invisible pressure came from the pressure room and swept over the bodies of several people.

The laughter of the laughing young men stopped abruptly, their faces turned pale, and they turned their heads to look around in fear. They only felt that there was a terrible sense of oppression just now, as if a big hand grabbed their hearts, making their hair stand on end!

"What was that just now?"

"Did you feel it too?"

"What a terrible feeling."

Wang Xinlong's smile also disappeared from his face. He looked at the direction of the pressure chamber, surprised and suspicious.

"Is this... will pressure? Or mental shock?"

Psychological warriors are very rare, and generally only warriors above level 5 can awaken will pressure. Could it be that there are masters in this martial arts hall?

Wang Xinlong glanced at Xu Yihan, but found that she was also looking at the direction of the pressure chamber with a shocked expression.

"Ka Ka."

In the shocked eyes of several people.

The metal door of the pressure chamber slowly opened.

A handsome boy walked out of it, looking at several people with pale golden eyes indifferently.

"Who are you?"