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Pang Qiang stood on the spot, his face was filled with shock and bewilderment.

What was going on with this brat just now? Suddenly, a tyrannical aura was emitted from his body, and when she stood in front of him, she actually felt as if she couldn't breathe properly and her vital energy and blood were being blocked?

How could this be? His cultivation was only at the early fourth level of the Mortal Stage. That guy was only at the peak of the First Stage of the Mortal Embryo Stage. There was a difference of two whole realms between him and her!

How could the aura of a large success Mortal Stage martial artist possibly affect him! Pang Qiang's expression kept changing as he stood there in a daze.

It must be an illusion!

Pang Qiang forced himself to come back to his senses. In his mind, he suddenly recalled the words Ling Yan had said before he left: war. He laughed coldly in his heart.

Heh, isn't this kid's brain a bit better than Watt's? He actually wants to challenge me?

The ranking competition of the new Thousand Military Array was held at the end of the month. Ling Yan had said that it would be held at noon on the third day after the new Thousand Military Array.

Was this a joke? Who did Ling Yan think he was? Having obtained the results of number one among the freshmen, his proud tail had even tilted upwards. Did he really think he was Jiang Bo or Ouyang Yaojuan?

That idiot! He was ranked 88th in the Thousand Military Array, and one of the one hundred and eight generals of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School!

Ling Yan is just daydreaming. At that time, let's see how laozi will deal with you and drive you crazy!

Pang Feng forcefully sneered, his face full of disdain.

Ling Yan's words weren't light or heavy, but everyone in the cafeteria heard them. Everyone looked at each other, thinking that they had heard wrongly.

"Did you hear what that brat said just now?" You're saying that after the ranking competition of the new 1000 military points, you have to challenge Pang Qiang? " A male disciple of the Sword Arts Department asked a disciple of the Axe Department in surprise.

"I heard it too. Isn't this boy stupid? Pang Qiang already said his strength before. A freshman, no matter how strong he is, is he able to defeat the top 88 disciples of the Thousand Army Array within a month?" The Axe Branch disciple laughed.

"Humph, that kid is dead for sure. Senior Pang will teach him a lesson!" At the same time, a disciple of the Sword Arts Department had a face full of displeasure with Ling Yan because Ling Yan had previously used a slut to describe him as a sword-wielding student.

"…"

In an inconspicuous corner of the cafeteria, Hua Shuo's eyes glazed over as he muttered to himself, "This Ling Yan is truly crazy. I don't know where he got his confidence from, but he doesn't know that Chi Xiao will be an elite student of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School. How could a freshman possibly win against him …"

I saw that not long after the new Thousand Military Array was completed, Ling Yan would be lying in bed for a while. Didn't old man Rong Yi think highly of Ling Yan?

The face of the camp was a bit ferocious. Every subject's senior brother would enjoy the additional benefits of resources. It was not easy for him to stay in the camp and not give up this position to others.

Each of these subjects had the strongest seniors. Even if Ling Yan was highly valued, he would first find an opportunity to cripple Ling Yan before his strength surpassed him.

No one could even think of moving his position! He roared in his heart.

Very quickly, the news that Ling Yan was going to challenge the eighty-eight Swordsmen in one month's time, forcefully, like a whirlwind, spread throughout the entire Crimson Nimbus Martial School in an instant.