chsdbacks Chapter 21: Another Sparring Session with Yan
Chapter 21: Another Sparring Session with Yan
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the room and he saw Hu Liena.
Yan's expression froze instantly.
His eyes darted back and forth between Hu Liena and Yang Jian.
His face instantly turned ugly.
"Nana? What are you doing here?"
Hu Liena stood up, stared at Yan's face, which was still bruised, and frowned: "Why can't I be here?"
Yan looked at Hu Liena, then at Yang Jian, and his face darkened as if he were conjuring up some scene in his mind.
"What kind of behavior is this, a man and a woman alone together!"
"Yan!" Hu Liena's face flushed instantly, both angry and annoyed. "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Xie Yue walked in from outside the courtyard gate, put one hand to her forehead, and stood to the side with a helpless expression, clearly also disliking Yan's actions.
"It's none of your business! Get lost!" Hu Liena pointed at the courtyard gate, her tone utterly impolite.
Yan's expression darkened even more after being rebuked like that.
He ignored Hu Liena's order to leave, and instead turned to look at Yang Jian, pointing his finger at his nose.
"Yang Jian, if you're a man, accept my challenge!"
"This time we can both use our Martial Souls. I'll suppress my strength to the Soul Master level and won't use my second or third Soul Skill, so it won't be considered bullying you!"
"Okay." Yang Jian agreed without hesitation.
Since Yan had taken the initiative to seek abuse, he naturally had no reason to refuse, and he also happened to dislike this guy.
"Well……"
Yan was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Yang Jian to agree so readily.
Immediately, a look of joy appeared on his face, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was already imagining his heroic figure on the ring later.
Hu Liena opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to stop her, but swallowed the words back.
She recalled how pathetic she had been just now, unable to even lift the three-pointed double-edged sword, and then thought of Yang Jian's ten-thousand-year soul ring. Suddenly, she felt that... it wasn't this junior brother she needed to worry about.
Xie Yue stood at the courtyard gate, her gaze shifting from Yan to Hu Liena's face. Suddenly, she felt that her sister's gaze towards Yang Jian was a little strange.
It wasn't the kind of favoritism shown towards a junior, nor was it an appreciation of a genius.
He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
"Let me warn you," Yan said confidently, cracking her knuckles, "I'll control my strength. I won't seriously injure you, but you'll definitely have a bruised and swollen face. However, since we can use our martial spirits to fight, we can't fight here."
He turned and walked out, then looked back at Yang Jian and gestured with his chin: "Come on, let's go to the training ground."
After saying that, he glanced at Hu Liena, puffed out his chest, and gave what he considered to be a heroic and extraordinary smile.
Hu Liena met his gaze, but there was no expectation in her eyes.
Instead, a hint of undisguised disdain flashed across his face.
The man below.
She didn't have any particular feelings for Yan before.
But at least we're from the same school.
It's barely acceptable on the surface.
But now, this guy comes over every few days to fawn over her, speaks and acts without thinking, and now he's even causing trouble in Yang Jian's yard... It's getting more and more annoying.
Hu Liena turned her face away, not even bothering to look at him.
Yan was met with a cold shoulder and awkwardly touched his nose, but quickly composed himself.
"hurry up!"
He shouted at Yang Jian.
Then, he strode towards the training ground.
As long as we can beat Yang Jian until he kneels down and begs for mercy.
He believed that Hu Liena would definitely look at him with new respect then.
They might even agree to your pursuit.
……
The Martial Spirit Hall's training grounds cover a vast area, with a stone-paved arena spanning tens of thousands of square meters and surrounded by tiered stands, capable of accommodating thousands of spectators simultaneously.
It was the end of the evening training session.
There were also many young students from the Spirit Hall sparring and fighting in the training ground.
Yang Jian and others arrived at the scene.
All the students' attention was drawn to it.
"That's... Yan from the Golden Generation?"
"Those must be Xie Yue and Hu Liena next to them, right?"
"Why are they here?"
"I heard that Yan recently broke through to level thirty-two, and his strength has increased significantly."
The students whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with admiration.
The Golden Generation's status among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall is as unattainable as the stars in the sky.
Soon, someone noticed the small, thin figure at the end of the line.
Who is that child?
"Why are you walking with them?"
"I don't recognize him; he looks unfamiliar."
"Could it be a relative of some high-ranking official?"
Discussions rose and fell.
But nobody took this child, who looked only six or seven years old, seriously.
Yan leaped onto the arena in two quick steps, his feet creating a slight tremor on the bluestone surface.
He turned around, looking down at Yang Jian, and pointed a finger: "Come on up!"
Yang Jian shrugged and slowly walked onto the arena.
He stood opposite Yan.
The two presented a stark contrast.
A tall and strong man.
A thin and frail person.
The trainees below the stage then realized that it was going to be a battle.
"Yan wants to fight this kid? Isn't that a bit too much?"
"This kid is probably only around level ten, while Yan is a level thirty-two Soul Master..."
"Even if it's just a friendly spar, the gap is too big."
Everyone shook their heads, feeling that Yan was bullying a child.
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a Spirit Hall instructor walked over from the stands.
He had a short beard, a calm gaze, and exuded the aura of a Soul King.
"What happened?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the two people on the stage and frowned slightly.
Yan crossed his arms and said casually, "Instructor Wang, we're just having a friendly spar."
"Don't worry, I will suppress my strength to the Soul Master stage."
"Furthermore, I will not use my second or third soul skill."
"Don't bully him."
Instructor Wang pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.
Soul power level is certainly very important.
However, combat experience is fundamental.
"Since this is a friendly spar, I'll be the referee. Remember to stop when you've made your point."
After glancing at Yang Jian, Instructor Wang made up his mind that if Yan didn't stop later, he would step in to protect him.
After all, a child at level ten or so is no match for Yan, who is at the Soul Venerable level. Even if Yan suppresses his strength, the difference in power is obvious, and he has no chance of winning.
"Let's begin," said Deacon Wang, stepping back to the edge of the arena.
He had barely finished speaking.
Yan exerted force with his feet, and three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—rose up, his body suddenly rising higher, and a layer of dark red rock patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.
Behind them, the faint phantom of a rock giant engulfed in flames also appeared.
Flame Lord, possess me!
The scorching heat spread outwards, and the temperature on the arena suddenly rose by several degrees.
Yan clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.
He held up three fingers to Yang Jian: "I'll give you three moves first, so no one will say I'm bullying a kid."