Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Although Senior Sister Jiang is not here today, he still needs to be cautious. The most important thing is that although he has had little interaction with this Junior Sister Murong, during their few encounters, he could sense a certain... opportunism in her eyes.

Murong Yan was taken aback. This was the first time a man actively distanced himself from her.

If Lin Chen isn’t interested in women, then what is Jiang Qing to him?

Yet she believed that her appearance and figure were no worse than that of Jiang Qing, possibly even better in certain aspects. Moreover, women from the Murong Family possess natural charm that few men can resist.

Why does Senior Brother Lin avoid her like she’s a snake or scorpion?

"Senior Brother Lin, do I have a strange odor on me?"

Murong Yan’s gaze was filled with resentment, her eyes shimmering like flowing water. Lin Chen coughed lightly: "Junior Sister Murong, don’t misunderstand. I have a personal quirk where I can’t be too close to the opposite gender."

Murong Yan: ...

She was amused and angry, feeling that Senior Brother Lin didn’t even bother to make excuses for her.

What does it mean to say you can’t be too close to the opposite gender? Then what about Jiang Qing?

"Regarding what Junior Sister said about whether Junior Brother Fang can defeat Fu Ze, there’s no need for me to predict anymore, the result is clear."

In the arena, the battle between Fang Zhan and Fu Ze ended quickly. Even though Fu Ze had completed the refinement of his heart and liver, he stood no chance against Fang Zhan, who sent him flying after just a few moves.

Meng Xing’s pupils contracted slightly; Fang Zhan’s strength was stronger than he expected.

"Let me tell you, Luo Han cannot represent Canglan Martial Arts Academy!"

After defeating Fu Ze, Fang Zhan sneered disdainfully, and just as another disciple from Lingxiao Martial Arts Academy was about to retort, Xiao Yaojin calmly stepped forward: "If you are dissatisfied, I can follow up."

"Junior Brother Zheng, stand down."

Seeing Xiao Yaojin, Meng Xing advised his junior behind him. North Xiao, South Fang—Xiao Family ranks before Fang Family; Xiao Yaojin’s strength is unlikely to be much weaker than Fang Zhan’s, and Junior Brother Zheng’s strength is comparable to Junior Brother Fu’s, making him no match for Xiao Yaojin.

"Please!"

Meng Xing looked at Lin Chen. Whether inside the academy grounds or outside, it was the same; he now only wanted to have a match with Lin Chen and didn’t want any further delays.

"Alright."

Lin Chen nodded and led Meng Xing back to his courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Meng Xing was stunned by the uneven ground.

Is Canglan Martial Arts Academy so poor that they can’t afford even stone slabs?

To think the top new student is staying in a rundown courtyard?

Seeing Meng Xing staring at the ground, Lin Chen chuckled: "Sorry, the floor was broken several days ago and hasn’t been repaired yet."

The courtyard stone slabs had been repaired last time but were broken thrice, although he and his two junior brothers hadn’t sparred in the courtyard recently. Sometimes, the juniors, feeling stronger, spar impatiently in the courtyard once more.

Meng Xing said nothing, while at this moment, Fang Zhan closed the courtyard gate.

Fang Zhan had no intention to come in because he knew without looking what the result would be; Meng Xing was definitely not a match for Senior Brother Lin.

Though he wanted to embarrass Meng Xing, Fang Zhan still spared Meng Xing some face by staying at the gate and preventing others from entering.

The disciples from both academies present were curious, but faced with Fang Zhan standing firmly at the gate, they could only wait outside.

"Please instruct me."

Meng Xing clasped his hands. The Meng Family had strict family rules, and Meng Xing was a person who followed regulations meticulously.

"Alright!"

Lin Chen nodded. He didn’t know Meng Xing’s true strength, but for Junior Brother Fang to be wary of him meant he couldn’t be underestimated.

With a light tap of his right foot, Lin Chen shot out like a red lightning bolt, and Meng Xing’s pupils contracted abruptly. He couldn’t even clearly see Lin Chen’s movements, only feeling the terrifying palm wind roaring in.

So fast!

Meng Xing took a deep breath, his arm muscles knotting like iron, about to strike.

However, Lin Chen’s palm had already reached him, forcing him to hurriedly defend!

Bang!

A loud impact sounded, and Meng Xing staggered back several steps, a look of disbelief on his face.

Even though he was hastily blocking, the difference shouldn’t be so vast.

Lin Chen’s face also held surprise; this Junior Brother Meng was weaker than he had imagined, his strength comparable to Junior Brother Fang, possibly even weaker. Why was Junior Brother Fang so wary?

Oh yes!

Junior Brother Fang and Junior Brother Xiao had their family cultivation techniques; this Junior Brother Meng likely had one too and had merely been testing before, not exerting fully.

Realizing this, Lin Chen let out a soft whistle, speeding up his Qi Blood circulation internally, and once more launched a palm attack.

Meng Xing’s eyes condensed. He already knew Lin Chen’s speed was incredibly fast, and if he dodged, he simply wouldn’t have time. Thus, he had no choice but to meet force with force.

Double fists swung out. At this instant, Meng Xing’s fists seemed like a sky full of stars; countless fist glows concentrated at his fists’ surface—this was the fist technique derived from his family’s Spirit Soldier "Star-Gathering Hammer."

This punch was ever-changing!

But what shocked Meng Xing was how Lin Chen seemed extremely familiar with his family’s fist technique, able to predict all his attack trajectories, effortlessly avoiding every strike.

"Junior Brother Meng, stop probing, let’s fight with all our strength."

Lin Chen’s voice rang in his ears, and watching Lin Chen moving like a phantom, Meng Xing felt a moment of confusion.

What did he mean?

When did he ever probe?

Ever since their first exchange, he had been going all out.

Were Lin Chen’s words meant to insult him?

Thinking of this, there was anger on Meng Xing’s face, his eyes sharp as he shouted loudly: "Thousand Stars Fall!"