pjbooks Chapter 19 The Embryo of Willpower Pressure!
Chapter 19 The Embryo of Willpower Pressure!
"It's perfect."
Jiang Yuan sighed.
No wonder it can be classified as an SSS-level sequence.
"With my current strength, burning down a hundred-story building wouldn't be a problem."
"It seems I underestimated those geniuses who awakened SS-level and SSS-level talents."
"The talents of these top-tier sequences are even more monstrous than I imagined..."
Jiang Yuan sighed.
Now I finally understand why top universities and organizations spare no expense in training top-tier martial artists with rare professional skills.
Because the gap between them and ordinary martial artists is simply too great.
Once cultivated.
They are the very core of the team, humanity's hope in resisting the abyss!
"With an SSS-level natural talent, the Mythical-level [Martial God] class, and the cultivation technique I'm currently practicing, I'm absolutely top-tier even among my peers worldwide!"
"Give me time, and I can fight against not only the top geniuses in the world's first tier, but also veteran powerhouses."
Jiang Yuan muttered to himself. As he spoke, his aura reached its peak, undergoing a slight transformation, and was filled with awe-inspiring power.
Those lacking in spirit would tremble with fear or even faint on the spot if they saw Jiang Yuan with just a glance.
If a high-level martial artist were present, they would be surprised to realize that it was the nascent form of willpower pressure.
Martial artists who are not of the spiritual talent sequence often need to reach the fifth level to bring about a sublimation of their will, master their own martial will, and their will can actually influence the outside world, forming pressure. High-level martial artists can even render low-level martial artists unable to move just by using the pressure of their will.
Only a very small number of low-level martial artists whose temperament and spirit have reached their limit can touch the threshold of martial will.
At this moment, without Jiang Yuan noticing.
The transformation of his aura disregarded the obstruction of the metal wall and continued to spread outwards.
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Rewind a few minutes to when Jiang Yuan obtained the Undying Phoenix Flame, and several people from the Chongming Martial Arts School arrived.
The middle-aged, fat man at the head of the group laughed and said, "Director Xu, it's been a long time."
Upon seeing the newcomer, Xu Yihan's face turned cold, like ice.
"Wang Xinlong, it's you again."
Wang Xinlong, the headmaster of Thunder Martial Arts School, walked over with his men and smiled as he looked at the empty school.
"It's so quiet here. Director Xu, you haven't even recruited a single disciple in two months, have you?"
"This is none of your business, what are you doing here?"
"Don't you know why I'm here? Of course, I'm here to retrieve that Grade B alloy weapon your dad borrowed from our Thunder Martial Arts School."
"I told you this is slander! My father never said anything like that!" Xu Yihan's chest heaved with anger.
"Even if you want to deny it, it's useless." Wang Xinlong looked around with his hands behind his back. "It was more lively here when Brother Xu was around. I even studied here for a while back then. What a pity, what a pity, with Brother Xu's passing, this place has fallen into disrepair."
"Watch your mouth! My father isn't dead! He'll come back one day."
Xu Yihan's voice was low and his eyes were cold. Everyone felt a surge of power coming towards them. Wang Xinlong's smile remained unchanged, but the three first-level martial artists behind him turned slightly pale and felt uncomfortable.
"You're almost a third-tier martial artist. No wonder you're Brother Xu's daughter. If you hadn't dropped out of school to take over the martial arts school, you would have been a third-tier martial artist two years ago. What a pity."
Wang Xinlong feigned regret, his small eyes sweeping over Xu Yihan's graceful and slender figure with a greedy gaze.
"Director Xu, if you don't want to return the weapons, that's fine too."
"As long as you follow my suggestion from last time, you can bring your family's Sky-Splitting Spear and marry into our Wang family. The two martial arts schools will merge, and the debts your martial arts school owes my family will be wiped clean. This is the best way for both sides to achieve a win-win situation."
Xu Yihan felt disgusted looking at him and said coldly:
"Wang Xinlong, don't even dream about it."
The fat man spread his hands. "Then there's nothing we can do."
His narrow eyes turned cold, revealing a hint of sinister intent.
"You're asking for it."
"Today you either close the martial arts school or hand over your family's Sky-Splitting Spear."
Xu Yihan stared intently at Wang Xinlong in front of her, wishing she could stab him to death with a single shot. Although he was a third-level martial artist, he relied entirely on tonics to build up his strength, and his qi and blood were extremely weak. Xu Yihan was 100% confident that she could defeat him.
The reason they tolerated him was not because they were afraid of him, but because they were wary of the person backing him up: Wang Xinlong's father, Wang Tai.
The founder of Thunder Martial Arts Academy, a sixth-level martial artist!
In Nanjiang City, a sixth-tier expert is already considered a big shot, and they are respected wherever they go.
Until the very end, Xu Yihan didn't want to involve Crimson Rose in her personal affairs.
"Don't look at me like that, it only excites me more." Wang Xinlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "So? Have you thought it through?"
"Should we pay back the money, or sell the martial arts school to settle the debt?"
"Or... if you spend time with me, I might consider postponing it for a month." Wang Xinlong's eyes were unrestrained, and the young men behind him were also looking at Xu Yihan with uneasy eyes, full of desire and evil thoughts.
"Shameless!"
Xu Yihan's face darkened. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the Martial Arts Association?!"
"Report me?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "Paying back debts is a matter of course."
"You are slandering me; there is absolutely no evidence."
"There's no evidence, but martial arts schools have their rules. If I bring my disciples to challenge your school for a sparring match, the losing side can take down their signboard and force you to close down. Is that not allowed?"
Wang Xinlong said smugly, "If you're so capable, why don't you send your disciples to fight me?"
"What kind of martial arts school are you running if you don't have students? Don't you all agree?"
"The curator is right."
A short, middle-aged martial artist sneered, relying on Wang Xinlong's backing, and looked at Xu Yihan, saying, "If you ask me, our headmaster liking you is giving you face. With our headmaster's background and strength, what kind of woman can't he find?"
"Even if you're a woman and become incredibly strong, what use are you if you don't go down into the abyss or fight on the battlefield?"
"Well said, hahaha."
Wang Xinlong and his companions laughed heartily.
Xu Yihan gritted her teeth, furious.
"You've got guts! I, Xu Yihan, will remember this humiliation you've caused today. Don't give me the chance..."
Just then, an invisible pressure came from the pressure room and swept over the bodies of the group.
The laughter of the young men abruptly stopped. Their faces turned pale, and they turned around in fear and terror, feeling as if a terrible sense of oppression had just struck them, as if a giant hand had gripped their hearts, making their hair stand on end!
"What was that just now?"
"You felt it too?"
"What a terrifying feeling."
Wang Xinlong's smile vanished as he stared in the direction of the pressure chamber, a mixture of surprise and doubt on his face.
"Is this... an intimidating force of will? Or a psychological shock?"
Mental-type martial artists are extremely rare, and generally only martial artists of the fifth rank or above can awaken the power of will. Could it be that this martial arts school has a master?
Wang Xinlong glanced at Xu Yihan, only to find that she was also staring in shock towards the pressure chamber.
"Click-clack".
To the astonishment of the others.
The metal door of the pressure chamber slowly opened.
A handsome young man stepped out, his pale golden eyes looking indifferently at the group.
Who are you?