Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

The uniforms worn by these young men were obviously different from those worn by Luo Xuan and Zhou Yan. They were changed from white with red patterns to black with red patterns. They looked much more solemn than the uniforms worn in ordinary sword gyms.

"Those are the people from the Suzaku Palace's 'military department'." Seeing Zhou Yan looking around, Luo Xuan said calmly: "Unlike the Nanming Sword Hall, the Lihuo Pavilion is the backbone organization of the major cities in the Suzaku District. It also manages the violent organizations in the main cities, that is, the military department. The difference between these people and you is..."

She glanced at Zhou Yan and said calmly, "They are soldiers trained with the imperial military funds, and the Nanming Sword Hall is a business organization open to the public to provide a channel for the public to practice martial arts."

Zhou Yan nodded and asked curiously: "So, who is stronger between them and Nanming Sword Hall?"

"The ratio of individual strong men is slightly higher in the Sword Hall, but the actual number of strong men is much higher in the military." Luo Xuan explained calmly.

Zhou Yan thought thoughtfully: "Will the military send people to participate in this exchange meeting?"

"Yes." Luo Xuan answered with certainty, "Every year during the exchange, the chief of the new recruits in the military will be selected to have a competition with the chief of the sword hall."

"Chief?" Zhou Yan's eyes flashed with interest.

"Well, the main purpose of the exchange meeting is to determine the best group of students this year. The strongest among them will be given the title of 'Chief'."

Luo Xuan glanced at Zhou Yan and said, "You also want to compete for this position?"

Zhou Yan smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Xuan, you know, men generally find it hard to resist becoming the 'strongest'"

Luo Ke next to him also touched his chin and nodded, pretending to be deep.

"Well, after all, men are strange creatures who are willing to risk their lives just for a simple sentence like 'You're awesome.'"

Luo Xuan shook his head: "Although I really want to encourage you, you have been practicing sword for too short a time. And this year, I heard that there are several geniuses emerging. I am afraid that if you want to become the strongest, you will have to wait until next year."

She didn't say that Zhou Yan couldn't become the strongest, but she said that she would have to wait until next year.

Obviously, even Luo Xuan, a super genius, believed that with Zhou Yan's talent, if he was given a year to practice sword skills, he would probably be able to amaze everyone.

But the foundation is still too shallow now.

Zhou Yan smiled and did not refute Luo Xuan's words.

He simply followed Luo Xuan into the Lihuo Pavilion building and found the department responsible for sign-in.

*

The formalities went smoothly. At Luo Xuan's request, the staff opened two rooms for the three of them - the two sisters shared a twin room.

The three of them talked as they took the elevator to the upper floors of the apartment and came to the doors of two rooms.

Luo Xuan looked at the room number and took out a card and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Zhou Yan, you live in room 1606. Xiao Ke and I will live in room 1607. Take a rest later. I will ask the cafeteria to deliver food when it's time for dinner. We won't train today. Save your energy for tomorrow's game."

"Okay." Zhou Yan took the room card, said goodbye to the two sisters, opened the door and entered his room.

The room is simply furnished with just a bed, a table, chairs and a cabinet.

Zhou Yan quickly put his luggage away, then sat on the bed, casually glancing at the countdown reminder.

[Next walk in the world of disaster: 3 days, 4 hours, 18 minutes and 22 seconds]

Three days later, it was the fourth walk.

And the information Luo Xuan told him was that the "competition" of this exchange meeting would last for five days, and every day each sword hall representative would have a round of "exchange competition". In other words, if he was lucky enough to survive the first three rounds of competition, he would have to face a walk in the world of disaster before entering the semi-finals and finals.

"If the gains from this fourth trip to the Disaster Realm are great enough, I may not be unqualified to compete with those so-called geniuses."

Zhou Yan thought silently.

What he wanted to "fight" was of course to fight with his own strength, rather than relying on equipment or even super fusion.

After all, even though he wanted to compete for the title of the strongest, it didn't mean he would expose his cards so rashly.

After briefly considering it, he withdrew his thoughts.

There is no point in thinking too much. Let’s adjust our state first to prepare for tomorrow’s “first battle”.

*

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhou Yan woke up early as usual.

He quickly washed up and started his usual training in his room.

Although the space is limited and I don't know if there are any surveillance cameras, it is not a good idea to practice the breathing method without permission.

However, basic bodyweight fitness training and Nanming sword air-strike exercises have been integrated into his habits, and he would feel unwell if he did less.

After practicing this three times, his cell phone rang.

Zhou Yan took the phone and saw that it was indeed a message from Luo Xuan, asking him to get ready, go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then go to the exchange meeting venue together.

He finished his exercise and took a quick shower. Now with the robotic arm made by Luo Ke, daily activities like bathing were much easier than before.

After coming out, he called Luo Xuan.

"Luo Ke and I are already at the cafeteria on the third floor of the podium building. You can just come down directly." On the other end of the phone, Luo Xuan was in a somewhat noisy environment.

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan walked out of his room, went to the elevator door and pressed the button.

"Ding."

After a while, with a prompt sound, the elevator door slowly opened in front of Zhou Yan.

The moment Zhou Yan saw the scene in the elevator, his eyebrows raised slightly.

The two groups of people were facing each other coldly.

One of the groups was Zheng Keren and his younger brother named Zhao Jie. The other group was three young men wearing the uniforms of Nanming Sword Hall.

After the elevator door opened, the two groups in confrontation turned around and looked at Zhou Yan who was about to walk in.

Zheng Keren frowned, but his younger brother Zhao Jie's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to block the way: "Sorry, the bus is full. Please wait for the next bus."

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Zhou Yan lowered his head slightly and silently glanced at the guy who jumped up.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Jie's collar, then gently pulled him out of the elevator.

During the process, Zhao Jie, who had reacted, was surprised at his actions and wanted to resist, but was horrified to find that he could not resist Zhou Yan's strength at all, and could only stumble and be thrown out.

"If you are a Manchu, why don't you come out?"

As he spoke, Zhou Yan walked directly into the elevator.

"what are you doing!"

When Zheng Keren saw his younger brother making a fool of himself, he directly blocked Zhou Yan’s way.

The palm quickly pushed towards Zhou Yan.

But Zhou Yan had anticipated this and turned sideways, while his left hand formed a knife and he slashed quickly towards Zheng Keren's neck.

Zheng Keren's reaction was not slow either. He changed from pushing to blocking in surprise. The two men used their palms as swords and slashed at each other three times in one breath.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Three metallic chimes.

"Ah!" Zheng Keren groaned in pain, quickly withdrew his left hand, and his face twisted.

Zhou Yan did not pursue him, but smiled faintly and retracted his left hand wearing a black glove: "Sorry, I am a disabled person, and my left hand is a prosthetic limb."

As he spoke, he pulled off his gloves a little, showing his metal palm: "You're not hurt?"

*

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 67 Brawl

"Fuck you, are you playing dirty!?"

Seeing Zhou Yan's metal left hand, Zheng Keren's eyes turned fierce and he took a step forward, ready to get angry.

The three young men who had been watching the excitement for a while finally stepped forward to stop them: "Zheng Keren, do you want to fight in Lihuo Pavilion?!"

This one sentence immediately stopped Zheng Keren's actions.

He gritted his teeth and turned back: "It was obviously this crippled bastard who started it first!"

At this time, Zhao Jie, who was thrown out of the elevator door, had also reacted. He was shocked by Zhou Yan's overwhelming strength and stood outside the elevator timidly, not daring to come back.

Hearing Zheng Keren's words, the short-haired man who was the leader of the three young men laughed sarcastically: "Zheng Keren, do you think we are blind? Whether it was you, the henchman, who deliberately made trouble, or you wanted to push people, it was you who started it first. If it is brought to the Lihuo Pavilion, we will resolutely testify. If you don't believe me, just try it."

Zheng Keren's face choked, and he looked at the young man coldly: "Xiang Ping, are you determined to make things difficult for me?"

"Correction, it's not 'determined'." The man named Xiang Ping chuckled, "From the beginning I couldn't stand a loser like you who relies on your father."

After that, he turned around and smiled at Zhou Yan: "My name is Xiang Ping, and I'm the representative student of the Nanming Sword Hall of the Bai Clan in Liufen City. What's your name, brother?"

Zhou Yan smiled.

"I am Zhou Yan, from Tianzun City, and I am the student of Master Luo."

"Master Luo from Tianzun City?" Xiang Ping's expression changed. "Then it can only be Luo Xuan, right?"

"She is the youngest hall master in the history of Suzaku Palace. She is a super genius!"

Zheng Keren, who was standing next to him, heard Xiang Ping's praise and snorted coldly, "What kind of super genius is this? The performance of the sword hall is so poor that they can only send a dead cripple to participate in the exchange. It's simply laughable."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan just looked at Zheng Keren coldly.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Keren raised his lips slightly, "I want to teach you a lesson, you ungrateful thing."

As he spoke, he suddenly touched his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that the exchange competition must be based on 64 students. As far as I remember, there are more than 70 Nanming Sword Halls under our Yicheng."

"Since your Luo's Sword Gym's performance is so poor, you should first try to get a place in the first round of the 'brawl'."

After saying that, he laughed wildly and walked out of the elevator.

"I ran into a cripple. What bad luck! I don't want to take this crappy elevator anymore!"

Zhou Yan smiled and gave him a middle finger.

*

"Bah, you bastard!"

After the elevator door closed, Xiang Ping made an unhappy sound, then turned around and said to Zhou Yan: "Zhou Yan, you don't have to care about what that bitch said. Fight well. Even if it's a melee, you still have a chance."

Zhou Yan asked, "Fighting? What is that?"

Xiang Ping looked at him in surprise: "Didn't your Luo Pavilion Master tell you?"

Zhou Yan shook his head. Luo Xuan was too cold and aloof, so she didn’t tell him much about this.

Xiang Ping saw Zhou Yan's actions and laughed: "Just like what Zheng Xiaogou said, the exchange competition is an elimination competition, and usually starts with teams in multiples of 'two'. However, Yicheng has nearly 70 Nanming Sword Halls, so we have to eliminate the last few before the main competition to achieve the goal of only 64 sword halls left."

He glanced at Zhou Yan and said, "In the past, Lihuo Pavilion would directly arrange for all the students in the Sword Hall whose performance was outside the top 60 to compete for the remaining four places. The way to compete was a 'brawl'."

"Let's fight together." Zhou Yan repeated the key point and roughly understood Xiang Ping's meaning.

"That's right. There's no time limit. It's in the 'actual combat simulation field' on the first floor of this podium building. Everyone enters at the same time, holding standard simulation swords and wearing sensor protective gear. After the fight is over, the last four people standing will get a place in the main competition."

"I understand." Zhou Yan nodded silently. He looked at Xiang Ping, "Does your sword hall need to participate in this brawl?"

Xiang Ping chuckled, "I don't mean to mock or compare you, but the sword hall I'm in has a veteran master, the 'superior' master 'Bai Tongyi', and nearly a thousand students. Our performance is definitely in the top ten, so it's unlikely that we need to fight for a spot."

Zhou Yan was slightly surprised: "Nearly a thousand students? Your sword hall is making a lot of money!"

He didn’t feel it before, but now, in comparison, Zhou Yan has fully realized how decadent the sword hall inherited by Luo Xuan is.

At this time, the elevator had reached the third floor.

As the elevator doors opened to both sides, Xiang Ping reached out and patted Zhou Yan's arm: "Zhou Yan, I just watched the three moves you exchanged with Zheng Keren. Although you took advantage of your prosthetic limbs, your strength cannot escape my eyes. You are very strong, and you may be able to break through. See you in the main competition - let's go!"

After saying that, he walked out of the elevator with his two classmates.

Zhou Yan looked at Xiang Ping's departing back, lowered his head and smiled, then looked at his hands.

He saw Zheng Keren's movements very clearly and was able to handle them with ease.

Does this mean that in a real fight, he would be able to see through this person's moves?

Zhou Yan thought so, clenched his fists in front of him, and walked out of the elevator.

The scene of noisy and crowded people was overwhelming.

The huge cafeteria was filled with people wearing all kinds of uniforms. Among them, those who wore the sword hall uniform with a white background and red stripes like him were actually a minority. There were more military personnel wearing uniforms with a black background and red stripes, as well as staff members wearing shirts and black pants.