Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 29 Jianghu Martial Arts Club

After confirming Yang Fan's joining, Lin Feng told him his plan: "Starting tomorrow, you will collect a list of club members at school. The first requirement is background, followed by talent and strength!"

"Ah."

Yang Fan nodded, and then told them about the Jianghu News Agency he had founded.

"Oh!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly; he hadn't expected such an unexpected surprise.

He originally thought Yang Fan was just very planned in his career, but he didn't expect that he had already made a name for himself.

There are three core members, and each core member has more than a dozen informants under them.

Although it's just a small student club, it's already quite an achievement to have done this much.

Although these people may lack talent and background, if they can still gather together after graduation, they might have great potential.

"Well done, but for now, you should manage and develop your Jianghu News Agency yourself. Once the Martial Arts Club has truly grown and become stronger, then we will provide support."

Lin Feng patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and smiled:
“I didn’t know what to name the club originally, but now we’ll borrow the name of your news agency. Our martial arts club will be called Jianghu Martial Arts Club. You and Gao Hai are now core members of the club starting today.”

"Jianghu Martial Arts Club, just the name sounds powerful!" Gao Hai exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, that's a good name."

Yang Fan smiled, clearly very satisfied with the name.

Although it's unclear where Lin Feng got his confidence from, or how he managed to get those students with connections to voluntarily join him.

Even if he joined, he couldn't predict whether the Jianghu Martial Arts Society would grow and thrive.

But at least from this moment on, he was no longer fighting alone.

This sense of organization is really exciting.

"Alright, you're injured, go to the hospital for treatment first, I'll contact you tonight," Lin Feng said.

"What is it?" Yang Fan asked, puzzled.

"I'll talk to you later. I have the class contact list, I'll call you then."

……

After saying goodbye to Yang Fan, Lin Feng and Gao Hai skipped school.

For students, revenge is something that doesn't wait overnight. If nothing unexpected happens, Mo Xun and his gang will come looking for trouble after school.

To avoid trouble, Lin Feng decided it was best to retreat first.

It wasn't out of fear, but simply because I felt it was unnecessary.

Although Lin Feng was not afraid, he had no intention of pretending to be weak to take advantage of others.

A few days later, once the entire school learns that he is a super genius, some of the troubles will automatically disappear.

To Lin Feng, Mo Xun and the others were just insignificant figures.

"Brother Feng, do we really want to establish our own martial arts club?"

As Gao Hai wandered through the bustling streets, he looked around and couldn't help but ask a question.

He was still processing the shocking news he had just received.

My own martial arts club?

It's unbelievable.

"Of course." Lin Feng nodded.

"Then do we also have to collect club fees?" Gao Hai continued to ask.

If you could have your own members and monthly club fees of over a million, like the Elite Martial Arts Club, you'd be truly rich.

Even if it weren't a million, a hundred thousand would be an astronomical figure for Gao Hai.

His family can't even save 10,000 yuan a year.

"We don't charge club fees, but we'll make money off them."

"How to make money?"

"You'll know later."

The two chatted as they walked toward the city center.

To establish the Jianghu Martial Arts Club and for his subsequent plans, Lin Feng needed some capital. At this moment, he only had a little over 300 yuan left, so he had to make a fortune.

"Da Hai, how much money do you have on you?"

"Let me see, I still have over five hundred left," Gao Hai said, taking out his pocket and counting the money.

"Give it to me first, then I'll go earn some extra money."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, Gao Hai handed the money to Lin Feng without any hesitation, without asking why, even though it was his food money for the next half month.

"Brother Feng, where are we going?"

"Thunder Martial Arts Hall".

Led by Lin Feng, the two headed towards the Thunder Martial Arts Hall in the city center.

In this era of great martial arts revival, the entire nation embraces martial arts, and martial arts schools of all kinds are springing up everywhere.

For martial artists, combat skills are a matter of life and death. Skills need to be honed, and honing them requires opponents. Therefore, martial arts dojos are an essential training ground for many martial artists every day.

Many people without martial arts talent are willing to come to the martial arts gym to train their bodies and improve their physique.

In Jiangcheng, the Thunder Martial Arts Hall is the most famous.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall is an asset of Thunder Club, located in the most bustling area of ​​the city center, covering a large area, like a commercial plaza.

On the outer wall of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, a giant screen is showing a fierce battle.

Neither of the combatants possessed any spiritual energy; they were clearly both physical cultivators. Their heavy breathing and the sounds of their blows drew curious and excited glances from the onlookers.

"Let's go."

Driven by curiosity, Gao Hai and Lin Feng entered the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as he entered, a cool breeze hit him. What first caught Lin Feng's attention was a huge rectangular screen in the center of the hall.

Text scrolled across the screen from time to time, while below the screen, many martial artists held pens and paper, looking at the screen and occasionally taking notes or discussing.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall has three floors; the first floor is the mission hall.

In addition to its training function, Thunder Martial Arts Hall is also a place for martial artists to exchange ideas and issue missions.

A martial artist's energy is limited, so many martial artists post bounty missions here to find what they need, such as martial arts skills and demon spirits, or rare and precious materials.

As long as you can afford the deposit, you can get almost anything.

The second floor houses various training facilities and a restaurant.

The third floor is the martial arts arena, and also the liveliest place. Lin Feng led Gao Hai directly to the third floor. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, a boiling atmosphere swept over them, with shouts, roars, and screams rising and falling.

Not far away, hundreds of arenas were evenly distributed throughout the arena. Above the arena, nine huge screens played exciting scenes, with the most thrilling battles taking place on the central screen.

"Fuck him."

"Useless trash, didn't you drink milk?"

At this moment, the enthusiastic audience shouted loudly, their excited and frantic appearance clearly indicating that they had placed a bet.

Lin Feng and Gao Hai went directly to a counter.

"Sir, what service do you require?"

The counter staff member was very enthusiastic and did not slack off because Lin Feng was wearing a school uniform.

"Help me register a martial arts account; I'm preparing to participate in the martial arts arena."

"Okay, it costs 100 Singapore dollars to open a martial arts account for the first time. Please provide your ID card number."

An identity card number is like a person's ID card and resume, recording their birth, schooling, residence, and abilities, and is updated regularly.

After recording the ID card number and verifying the fingerprint, the clerk at the counter smiled slightly as she typed:
"Okay, Mr. Lin Feng, please test your strength first, and then choose a name."

The test for physical cultivation is very simple. You stand inside a hemispherical instrument, and as the instrument scans in cycles, the meridians that have been strengthened by qi and blood will be revealed.

"73 meridians have turned red, indicating you have the strength of a seventh-level body cultivator. Your martial arts level is level 1. Would you like to choose a name?" the counter girl asked.

"Let's call it 'High School Student Challenges First-Rank Martial Artist'."

Lin Feng answered without hesitation, clearly having already made up his mind.

Upon hearing this name, not only was Gao Hai surprised, but the counter girl also looked slightly taken aback, exclaiming in surprise:
"Sir, are you sure about this name?"

She worked at Thunder Martial Arts Gym for three years, but such an arrogant name is truly rare!

That would surely incite a lot of hatred!
Based on his identity information, Lin Feng is a senior in high school and is eighteen years old.

His strength is not bad among students of the same age, but he is only at the seventh level of physical cultivation. With this strength, he dares to clamor to challenge martial artists. Isn't this overestimating himself?

It's important to know that although martial arts schools strictly prohibit killing, broken arms and legs happen frequently.

Few martial artists have good tempers. Using such an arrogant name is obviously inviting hatred and might offend someone, leading to severe punishment.

"Brother Feng, how about we try another one?"

Gao Hai also suggested.

In his view, even if Lin Feng was invincible in the Body Cultivation Realm, he still couldn't defeat a martial artist.

"Yes, sir, please choose another one. This name doesn't sound very good either."

The saleswoman advised him, saying she didn't want to see this handsome young man being carried out.

"Okay, let's choose another one."

Lin Feng nodded, and just as the counter girl breathed a sigh of relief, he gave her the new name:

"Then let's have high school students beat up martial artists!"

In Lin Feng's opinion, the previous name was indeed too low-key.

High school student beats up martial artist?
The clerk at the counter was just about to type the name into the computer when she was completely baffled by it.

How come they're getting more and more arrogant with each change!

Are you really not afraid of getting beaten to death?
"Are you sure?"

At this moment, the counter girl's gentle face instantly fell. In her opinion, Lin Feng was simply an idiot who was asking for trouble.

After Lin Feng nodded in agreement, she didn't try to persuade him further. She simply registered him and handed him a brass-colored card.

"Place my bets, all of them."

Lin Feng took out all the money he had on him, a total of 812 yuan, and handed it to the cashier, saying:

"Random mode, maximum level 1 martial artist, no need for my consent, all winnings will be automatically bet!"

The sales clerk had by then determined that Lin Feng was acting strangely.

The battle mode in most martial arts arena is the balanced mode.

In other words, the system will first match opponents based on data such as age and weight, and then based on their battle records. This way, the two sides are evenly matched, and the difference in strength is not too great, so as not to achieve the effect of training.

The random mode is another challenge mode in the Budokan, which does not take into account records and data, and randomly selects opponents.

Only those who are absolutely confident in themselves dare to do this.

In the eyes of the counter girl, it was crazy enough that someone who dared to randomly choose an opponent when participating in a martial arts competition for the first time, with a strength of only the seventh level of body cultivation.

And the upper limit is a first-rank martial artist?
So, the highest level you can be matched with is a first-rank martial artist?
A seventh-stage body cultivator fighting a first-grade martial artist—is that courting death?

At Thunder Martial Arts Academy, you can only bet on yourself to win; that's the rule. However, it's rare to see people continuously betting in the same way.

Eight hundred yuan isn't much, but there's no need to waste it.

Without further persuasion, the counter girl had already foreseen the scene of Lin Feng being brutally beaten up later.

clap clap clap...

The saleswoman was typing on her keyboard.

At the same time, a name and message appeared on the waiting matching area of ​​the central screen: "High school student beats up martial artist".

The name attracted a lot of attention the moment it appeared.

Among all the names, this one is the longest, the most unique, and the most arrogant; it's hard not to notice it.

"Who is this? Are all high school students this arrogant these days?"

"He might be a genius, or he might be an idiot."

"Matched, in District 96, such a remote location, definitely a newbie!"

Many people were drawn to the name, curious to see which high school student was so arrogant.

When they arrived in District 96 and saw a teenager walk into the ring, the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Fuck!"

"Nima!"

"What a bastard!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out continuously.

The boy was wearing a white T-shirt. The T-shirt was a very ordinary style, a loose-fitting round neck. It was provided free of charge by the martial arts gym, and many people present were wearing it, but this boy was the most special.

The T-shirt, originally pure white and without any patterns, had "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist" written on the front, "Seeking Advertising Space" written at the top of the back, and a square drawn at the bottom.

Clearly, this somewhat crooked frame is the so-called advertising space.

(End of this chapter)