Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Immortal Martial Combat Hall

Just now, Wang Xuan was in a daze, not out of fear, but because of the prompt from the accelerator in his mind when the young Sword Cultivator took out the jade ring.

Obviously, this jade ring was an item containing source power, and Wang Xuan had been searching for source power for a long time.

Tightly gripping the jade ring, Wang Xuan really wanted to use the accelerator in his mind right now, but he held back; this was not a suitable place.

As his blood cooled down gradually, Wang Xuan felt lingering fear. When he saw the Sword-Sharpening Stone, he decisively bought it—this was a great opportunity.

Unfortunately, the young Sword Cultivator forced the sale, secretly threatening his own life, truly domineering.

“Losing one thing but gaining another. Lost the precious Sword-Sharpening Stone, but I got the source power I’ve dreamed of.”

“A Sword Cultivator from Celestial Sword Mountain?” Wang Xuan quietly memorized the person’s appearance, holding this grudge in his heart.

Continuing forward, it wasn’t long before Wang Xuan arrived at the Martial Arts Hall. It was already eight in the morning, but he wasn’t late. He greeted the receptionist and then changed into his training clothes.

The main martial arts hall was huge, comparable in size to ten indoor basketball courts, divided into several sections, a total of five floors, and the whole building was over thirty meters high. Wang Xuan went to the equipment building, chose a gravity room, and started with triple gravity posture stance.

The Immortal Martial Combat Hall provides excellent benefits for its staff, allowing them to use ordinary equipment freely, equivalent to a free membership card, which is why so many people are eager to join the Immortal Martial Combat Hall.

While standing in the posture stance, his spirit gradually emptied, with all distractions disappearing without a trace, immersed in the artistic conception of posture stance.

For ordinary people, the longer they stand in posture stance, the more tired they become, but martial artists who understand the stance can practice the stance like galloping horses, with their blood and energy becoming active, flowing several times more rapidly than usual, strengthening tendons, bones, and muscles bit by bit.

After standing in posture stance for half an hour, Wang Xuan gradually returned to his own emotions, looking serene, like an old man enjoying a leisurely and content life.

Calming oneself at the appropriate time is crucial; if one cannot achieve this, they cannot be considered a qualified sniper.

The vicinity of the University City’s branch of the Immortal Martial Combat Hall covers an area comparable to a university, with thousands of acres of martial arts grounds boasting villa-like residences. More than half the place is filled with towering trees, like a park for leisure walks.

Immortal Martial Combat Hall houses thousands of students, and each class of students reaps not insignificant gains, albeit at considerable expense. If one’s funds are sufficient, they can receive a customized cultivation training plan.

Some gifted individuals can join the hall and become disciples of the hall, receiving ample resources and even having the opportunity to apprentice under masters within the hall.

As they grow, they become pillars of the hall, with no issue becoming instructors within the hall.

“Beep beep, hello Wang Xuan, please come to the front desk as soon as possible, Assistant Instructor Zhao Huang is looking for you.” While standing in posture stance, Wang Xuan heard the electronic voice.

Wiping off the sweat, Wang Xuan walked all the way, seeing many students practicing martial arts, either using equipment or practicing boxing and kung fu.

Reaching the main office building, Wang Xuan saw the annoying guy, Zhao Huang, who seemed to have been waiting there for him.

Seeing Wang Xuan arrive, Zhao Huang immediately began to scold him: “Do you know that our martial arts hall is recently rectifying its style? How can someone like you, who takes a long leave without enough cultivation, stay in the hall? It’s disgraceful!”

Zhao Huang’s finger pointed at Wang Xuan bit by bit, making Wang Xuan very upset. He said coldly, “Take your finger away.”

Pointing the finger at someone repeatedly and at such close distance was not merely a question of manners but a form of bullying and insult.

This Zhao Huang, despite having average abilities and being one of the loosest instructors, often flattered those above and oppressed those below.

Did someone like this really think they could bully him?

“Take it away? What’s wrong with me saying something to you? As an assistant instructor, can’t I talk to a sparring partner?” Zhao Huang’s finger got closer and closer, almost touching Wang Xuan’s nose.

Wang Xuan’s gaze was like fire, and his left hand Suddenly reached out and directly grasped Zhao Huang’s wrist.

The sound of creaking rang out immediately, Zhao Huang tried hard to break free, but his face flushed red, unable to do so.

Now he remembered, although Wang Xuan’s martial arts cultivation was not high, he was innately strong, a peerless general in ancient times, and compared to strength, he was no match.

Innate Divine Strength, this was the foundation of Wang Xuan’s foothold in the martial arts hall.

“Stay away from me, or else, mind your life!” A surge of evil qi erupted from Wang Xuan’s body, the ferocity like an enraged bear, pushing Zhao Huang away.

The giant force surged in, Zhao Huang couldn’t resist at all, staggering backwards, finally sitting on the ground, looking very embarrassed.

A group of students passing by saw this scene and all widened their eyes, surprised that the assistant instructor had been pushed down by Wang Xuan, a sparring partner, indeed very incompetent.

They pointed and whispered, occasionally bursting into laughter; some even took photos and videos. Their gazes were like swords stabbing Zhao Huang, making him unable to bear it.

Losing face, Zhao Huang’s face remained red, not from the previous exertion but from shame, unable to maintain his composure.

The personnel hierarchy in the martial arts hall is roughly students, sparring partners, assistant instructors, coaches, and elders.

Most students are only at the Meat Training Realm, sparring partners generally at the Muscle Strengthening Realm, and reaching the Skin Refining level allows one to apply to become an assistant instructor; stronger assistant instructors are at the Bone Refining Realm.

For coaches, they are divided into junior, intermediate, high-level, and special, with junior coaches mostly at the Refining Organs and Marrow level, intermediate at the Blood Exchange level, thus already considered Martial Arts Masters, their life levels quite distinct from ordinary people.

As an assistant instructor, Zhao Huang had reached the Skin Refining Realm, yet was unable to withstand a push from Wang Xuan, a sparring partner—this joke would soon spread throughout the Immortal Martial Combat Hall.

“How dare you offend me!” Zhao Huang was furious, “You’re just a brute with great strength, I’ll show you my power!”

In his eyes, the biggest thing in the world was his own face!

As he spoke, he launched into the Fierce Bull Fist, sprinting several steps, and launched a powerful punch, the sound of the wind whizzing.

Wang Xuan’s face showed a mocking look: “Really asking for it.”

He extended his left hand, his fist as large as a bowl, and smashed it out directly, over a thousand pounds of force hammering into Zhao Huang’s abdomen.

Pfft!

Zhao Huang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body bending like a shrimp, the entire person flying out in a parabolic arc, then heavily crashing to the ground.

“How… how is this possible…” Zhao Huang spat out blood again, his Fierce Bull Fist had already reached the Small Success Realm, deemed entry-level, how could he be knocked down by a punch from Wang Xuan!

He was unwilling, but the pain kept attacking, interfering with his brain, groaning on the ground.

Wang Xuan withdrew his fist, the brute force disregarding any sense of reason, a simple punch, and when the power forms a crushing stance, the effects of techniques diminish.

Unleashing overwhelming strength, lifting cauldrons was something Wang Xuan was very accustomed to.

Previously, he didn’t often make a move in the martial arts hall; these guys truly underestimated him, thinking a good-tempered panda wasn’t a bear?

Today he was in a bad mood, Zhao Huang hit the gun muzzle, getting a heavy punch from him, and at this time, Wang Xuan felt his anger had dissipated a lot, feeling better instantly.

A young man hurried over, seeing Zhao Huang having fainted, immediately shouted: “Wang Xuan, how dare you hit someone!”

Zhao Huang had contacted him earlier, wanting to jointly find a reason to expel Wang Xuan from the Immortal Martial Combat Hall, realizing Wang Xuan’s injuries had healed half a month ago but hadn’t returned to the hall, using the long leave as an excuse.

“I, I will find Senior Brother Sun, must, must teach you a good lesson.” Zhao Huang gritted his teeth and said, “Contact security, this kid should be locked up first.”

Wang Xuan shook his head, as if these guys thought the martial arts hall belonged to their family.

Thud, thud, thud, the sound of footsteps approached, an elegant youth arrived, carrying a long sword on his back, with a wine gourd at his waist, appearing to have extraordinary demeanor.

He opened the wine gourd and drank a good amount, pointing at Wang Xuan: “The hall master is looking for you, go quickly.”

Wang Xuan was surprised, as the hall master was an elusive figure, and he hadn’t seen this land immortal-like expert much in the past few years, yet they were now seeking him out.

Upon reflection, it must be related to that young Sword Cultivator matter.

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