207: C207 If I Win in Terms of Martial Arts You Resign on the Spot!

C207 If I Win in Terms of Martial Arts You Resign on the Spot!

"Wu Jingyu, I can admit defeat, but if I win the next martial arts contest, I want you to resign on the spot!"

Ye Yang said coldly.

Wu Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he revealed a look of wild joy.

Do you want to win in the martial arts competition?

Dream on!

In the Hanjiang College, in a martial arts competition, there would only be one person.

Jiang Lee.

To put it bluntly, this person was a legend in the Hanjiang College.

First level of one year old. Nine years later, he would become martial cultivator of the Ninth Rank. Nine years later, he would temper his body, and his foundation would be extremely deep.

Ten years old. A Internal Energy was born, and it became an Internal Energy Cultivator. Eleven years old, Initiation of Internal Energy, twelve years old, Internal Energy Small Completion. Thirteen years old, Great Completion of Internal Energy, fourteen years old, Peak of Inner Strength Stage!

He could clearly continue to break through, but after three years, he finally stepped into New Master's realm at the age of seventeen!

The process of his cultivation could only be described with four words.

It was a matter of course.

It was truly a matter of time.

It was as if the bottlenecks, tribulations, and obstacles of others did not exist in his body at all.

Other people's Internal Energy required constant meditation, cultivation, and battle in order to improve. He was different.

He drank water and ate while improving.

This year, Jiang Lee was 18 years old, but he had already fought all of the Dojo in the Hanjiang City, and had challenged every single Master of Internal Strength.

Everyone was amazed by his talent.

If one had to compare the Jiang Family in the Hanjiang River, it was similar to the Tang family in the Shangjing City. They were all branches of the family in the Yandu.

The Jiang Family in the Yandu was an aristocratic family, but the Jiang Family in the Hanjiang River could only be considered a prestigious family, not even a wealthy family.

Such a prestigious family could actually produce a divine dragon like Jiang Lee!

The Jiang Family in Yandu was overjoyed. They had sent over a large amount of cultivation resources and cultivation techniques. Whatever you want, I will give it to you.

It could be said that Jiang Lee had grown up with a golden spoon in his mouth!

If you want to win in terms of martial arts with such a person, you must be out of your mind.

Wu Jingyu sneered, "Okay, I agree!"

"If you win in terms of martial arts, i, Wu Jingyu, will resign on the spot!"

Yang Yan's expression immediately changed.

Ye Yang was still reckless.

Jiang Lee was too strong. He was so strong that when Yang Yan started the fight, he had already regarded it as a definite defeat.

Although Ye Yang was also New Master, he was still much weaker than Jiang Lee.0

He was afraid that he would lose this match.

It wasn't just him. Everyone who had heard of Jiang Lee's name started whispering amongst themselves, not holding much hope for Ye Yang.

"Humph! This little guy is really stupid. He actually overestimates his own ability and wants to discuss martial arts with Jiang Lee. He even said that he won and wants you to resign, old Wu. Hahaha!" Dean Xu laughed softly, his voice full of pride.

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, if you lose the beast breeding competition, it would really be irreparable." He continued.

Wu Jingyu waved his hand. "This was Shen Linfeng's idea. It was all thanks to him."

"This child has a brain. I like it. When I come to the Hanjiang College in the future, I will definitely nurture him well. Hahaha!" Dean Xu nodded and laughed.

The crowd suddenly became restless.

"Jiang Lee is here!"

"He's here, senior Jiang Lee is here!"

The crowd split open a path. At the end of the path was a well-proportioned young man.

His appearance was not handsome, and was even somewhat ordinary.

He carried a strange-looking weapon on his back. It looked like a sword, but not a sword. It looked like a knife, but not a knife.

There was nothing in his eyes. The others were only Ye Yang, who was on the arena.

His thoughts were very direct, and his goal was also very direct.

If the academy wanted him to participate in the martial arts competition, then he would participate in the martial arts competition.

If the academy wanted him to win, then he would win.

Other than becoming stronger, there was nothing else in his life.

If one had to use two words to describe it, it would be... Martial Addict.

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