High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Shenlong Martial Arts School is located in the most bustling area of ​​the inner city, occupying an entire street.

Song Chen stood at the entrance of the martial arts school, looking up at the vermilion gate that was fifteen meters high. A huge plaque hung on the gate, with the four characters "Shenlong Martial Arts School" written in bold, powerful strokes.

Two martial artists in matching uniforms stood at the entrance, one on the left and one on the right, like two guardian deities. They each wore a first-level martial artist badge on their chests, their sharp eyes scanning the passersby.

Song Chen walked over.

The martial artist on the left reached out to stop him: "Stop! What are you doing?"

"Join the martial arts school."

The two martial artists exchanged a glance and sized him up.

The martial artist on the right laughed: "Join a martial arts school? Kid, do you know what time it is?"

Song Chen shook his head.

"What's the date today?"

Number twelve.

The martial artist on the left explained, "That's right. Our Shenlong Martial Arts Academy recruits from the 3rd to the 7th of each month. We don't accept applicants at other times. Please come back on the 3rd of next month."

Song Chen frowned. The third of next month? That's more than twenty days from now. The martial arts college entrance exam will be over by then. How could he have time to wait?

"Could you make an exception? I have something urgent to attend to."

The two martial artists laughed again.

The martial artist on the right said, "Urgent matters? Everyone who joins the martial arts school has urgent matters, but rules are rules, understand?"

The martial artist on the left added, "Young man, it's not that we're making things difficult for you. Shenlong Martial Arts Academy is the largest martial arts academy in Anning City, and there are countless people who want to join. If everyone said they'd make an exception, wouldn't that create chaos?"

Song Chen paused for a second, then looked up at the two martial artists: "I'm very strong, can you make an exception?"

The two martial artists were taken aback for a moment, then the one on the left laughed out loud. He looked Song Chen up and down: "Very strong? Little brother, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"How strong can an eighteen-year-old be? Early stage of first rank? Mid-stage of first rank?"

The martial artist on the right smiled as well: "Young man, I understand you're anxious, but the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Academy doesn't lack first-tier martial artists. Come back next month and follow the procedure, okay?"

Song Chen didn't move. He looked at the two martial artists and suddenly released a trace of his aura. It was just a trace, but that trace of aura carried the killing intent accumulated from the killings of the past few days.

The smiles of the two martial artists froze.

They felt a chill, a chill not caused by the level of their qi and blood, but something that only those who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood possessed, something that had been condensed into their bones after killing countless strange beasts and witnessing countless deaths.

The warrior on the left instinctively took a step back, while the warrior on the right had already placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. The moment the killing intent appeared, they could clearly feel that if the young man opposite them wanted to kill, both of them would surely die. They had only ever felt this kind of feeling from third-level warriors.

"you……"

Song Chen regained his breath: "Can you make an exception now?"

The two martial artists exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

The martial artist on the left swallowed hard and whispered, "Wait here, I'll go report."

He ran quickly into the martial arts gym.

The martial artist on the right stood still, watching Song Chen warily, but his attitude had completely changed: "Young brother... no, brother, that aura you exuded just now... how many strange beasts have you killed?"

Song Chen thought for a moment: "I haven't counted carefully, but it should be several thousand."

Thousands? He fell silent. He recalled that in the three years he had been a member of the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Academy, he had only killed a little over a hundred strange beasts in total. This eighteen-year-old boy in front of him had killed thousands? What kind of monster was this? He didn't seem to be lying either; aura doesn't lie.

Soon, the martial artist on the left ran back, followed by a middle-aged man.

The man was burly and wore a black training uniform with a second-tier martial artist badge pinned to his chest. Song Chen could tell at a glance that this burly man was no ordinary second-tier martial artist; his blood energy value should be above 90, making him a peak second-tier expert.

The burly man walked up to Song Chen and sized him up: "You're the one Xiao Qi was talking about?"

Song Chen nodded: "My name is Song Chen, and I would like to join the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy."

The burly man stared at him for a few seconds: "I heard you're very strong?"

"It's alright, it's a bit strong against opponents of the same level."

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile: "Kid, the killing intent you released just now was indeed impressive, but killing intent is killing intent, and strength is strength. Killing alien beasts can buy time, but it doesn't really mean anything."

Song Chen didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man continued, "Logically speaking, now is not the time to hire, and I should ask you to come back next month. However, I admire your confidence, so I'll give you a chance for that reason."

Song Chen's eyes lit up: "What opportunity?"

The middle-aged man pointed to himself: "Beat me, and I'll let you join."

The surroundings fell silent instantly. The two martial artists at the door gasped in shock. Beat him? That was Wang Tieshan, the steward of the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Academy, a peak second-tier martial artist. This eighteen-year-old kid, beat him?

Song Chen looked at Wang Tieshan and said without hesitation, "Okay, let's fight then."

Wang Tieshan was stunned for a moment. He thought this kid would hesitate, make excuses, or say something like "How could I possibly beat you?" But he was so decisive.

Wang Tieshan's expression changed. He looked Song Chen over again, a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Kid, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, but beating you is enough, right?"

Wang Tieshan stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Interesting. Let's go to the training ground."

The training ground of Shenlong Martial Arts School is very large, about half the size of a football field. The ground is paved with specially made alloy plates, and the surrounding area has tiered stands that can accommodate thousands of people.

The news somehow got out.

When Song Chen followed Wang Tieshan into the martial arts arena, the stands were already full of people. More than a hundred martial artists, dressed in all kinds of training clothes, young and old, men and women, were whispering and discussing among themselves.

"That's the kid? He wants to challenge Deacon Wang?"

"Eighteen years old? So young?"

"I heard that he released a murderous aura at the gate just now, which scared the security guard."

"What's the use of killing intent? Deacon Wang is at the peak of the second tier. A first-tier fighter against a second-tier fighter is a whole realm apart."

"Just wait and see how ridiculous it becomes."

"Hey, isn't that the Heavenly Thunder Blade? This kid is so strong, yet he hasn't joined a martial arts school yet. This is going to be interesting."

"What kind of knife? Explain in detail."

……

Song Chen's gaze swept across the stands, and suddenly, he paused, noticing a familiar face in one corner of the stands.

Li Wei, my teammate during training, I never expected she was from Shenlong Martial Arts School.

Li Wei clearly recognized him too, her eyes widening in disbelief: "Song Chen? What are you doing here? You're not here to challenge Steward Wang, are you?"

Suddenly, she remembered the rumors she had heard before, and an interesting idea popped into her mind. She stood up abruptly and shouted, "Go, Chen! Beat this guy surnamed Wang down! Let's teach him a lesson for always lecturing us so harshly!"

The entire audience was astonished.

Song Chen rubbed his forehead in exasperation. Why be so flamboyant?