Blustering Immortalization Spell

Everyone shook their heads slightly. If Ling Yan only used more than fifty percent of his power to surpass Pan Xing's seemingly casual strike, then there wouldn't be much to watch. There was basically no hope for the actual combat that followed.

Although everyone had heard that Ling Yan's strength was only at the first level of the Mortal Realm, they were still filled with anticipation when they saw the surprising results from before.

At a corner teahouse in the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

Alright, from what I heard from that group of kids just now, about Ling Yan's matter of the martial arts contract, I wasn't able to tell that this kid is still able to defeat a Mighty Ones of the Second Stage of the Mortal Stage with his mastery of the first stage. However, from what I know, Wang Ba's mastery of the Second Stage of the Mortal Stage is a little weak.

The saber-wielding elder nodded slightly before changing the subject. "From the looks of it, that kid is planning to fight Pan Xing?" Haha, you're too confident. Pan Xing's punch is already equivalent to the full power of a second stage Mortal Parturition martial practitioner. Even if Ling Yan could surpass it, would he have to use his full power? "Just like this, you're too stupid. The next trial has a much higher probability of being wiped out. Elder Rong Yi, your little sapling might not be fated with you, haha!"

"Hur hur, maybe there will be a surprise." Rong Yi gave a faint smile, not saying another word.

If he wasn't mistaken, Ling Yan's cultivation had risen by a small realm and the blood energy within his body had grown a lot stronger during this period of time. With the help of his body's cultivation, it was possible for him to surpass Pan Xing by a thousand pounds.

Although he couldn't do it as freely as Pan Xing, it wouldn't take too much effort. After all, the gap in their cultivation bases was too wide.

The rest of the Elders didn't say anything. They all admired Ling Yan's superb willpower, but in the end, what displayed the value of a martial artist was his actual combat strength.

If Ling Yan's combat prowess didn't pass, then he wouldn't have any value in cultivating it, and he might even be eliminated.

"Young man, it's your turn." The deacon of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School indifferently said to Ling Yan.

Ling Yan nodded. He took a step forward and bowed towards the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's deacon. Then, he looked at the deep blue monument before him. He then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing in an orderly manner.

When the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's deacon saw Ling Yan's luggage for him, he was somewhat surprised. This was the first time a freshman was this polite. After the accident, his gaze became gentler towards Ling Yan.

Pan Xing, who was standing not too far away, couldn't help but spit out. "Hmph! You're putting on an act. Let me see how you can do this kind of damage as easily as I can!"

The time of three breaths had passed, and just when the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's deacon wanted to softly remind Ling Yan to hurry up …

Ling Yan, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His body moved and his anus retracted and his feet instantly separated from his shoulders. With a swing of his hands, the muscles of his legs suddenly tensed up as his right hand clenched into a fist.

"Hah!"

Ling Yan's right foot stomped on the ground in front of him. "Bang!" With a heavy sound, Ling Yan's right fist instantly charged towards the deep blue monument like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain. An inch in front of his fist, one could vaguely see ripples in the air!

This violent display of power caused the surrounding people to be shocked. They didn't even wait for Ling Yan to land a heavy punch on the deep blue monument.

At a corner teahouse in the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

With a "whoosh", Rong Yi stood up from the stone bench. A pair of eyes under his thick eyebrows flashed with surprise!

Fist wind!

It was actually a fist wind!