Rong Xing had learned the family’s high-ranking martial arts skill, Flying Dagger. Its functionality resembled that of a transforming weapon, though it lacked flexibility.
It created small daggers that were then fired at the opponent. These daggers couldn’t be controlled individually but were used as volleys, and after each volley, the cultivator needed to create another set of daggers.
Unlike transforming weapons, Flying Daggers couldn’t be transformed into another weapon, just as Rong Xing couldn’t use daggers as melee weapons.
Even with these flaws, it was still an effective technique capable of inflicting significant damage on targets, almost guaranteeing the death of any low-tier opponents with a single dagger and severely injuring others at Rong Xing’s level.
Because of this ability, Yan Xiaobao and others believed that if Rong Xing went all out, she could easily become the strongest student at Liluo City Royal Art Academy. That is, if no one factored in Deng Wu.
Yan Xiaobao gazed out the window, noticing how every student and adult nearby glanced his way. He had used high-ranking martial arts skills before, but never as aggressively as today. He could no longer afford to be the carefree, boyish figure he had been in the past.
Now was the time to fully embrace this new world and fight to defend his position. To begin, Yan Xiaobao started assessing who were his allies and who were not. With such an intense display in front of so many spectators, it was clear that some senior experts would sense that something was amiss.
Though unaware of what the problem might be, Yan Xiaobao felt danger lurking in every corner. He had mastered at least three advanced martial arts skills, which made it increasingly likely that someone would attempt to coerce him into selling or surrendering them.
As he contemplated these matters, a wave of cold tears appeared in his vision. Although Yan Xiaobao’s connections had once granted him many friendships, now was the time to figure out how to protect himself. He began formulating a way to leverage certain benefits and fend off immature families.
However, for reasons unclear, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t shake the unease he felt toward Lord Rong Liang. There was no concrete evidence to support this feeling, but every time Yan Xiaobao saw the man, his hair stood on end, and an overwhelming sense of fear washed over him.
Yan Xiaobao knew that Lord Rong Liang and Lord Bu Huang had previously exploited their cultivation bases to examine anomalies in Yan Xiaobao’s body. While they clearly hadn’t found Lan Feng, it was evident they had discovered something—but neither of them addressed the issue.
Lord Rong Liang had always tried to present himself as a perfect individual, even going as far as erasing parts of Yan Xiaobao’s past, yet the ominous sensation remained deeply rooted in Yan Xiaobao’s mind, something he couldn’t dispel.
The lingering sense of danger prompted Yan Xiaobao to keep his secrets closely guarded. What he’d learned in this world was that power determined everything, and Deng Wu had already grasped the perilous nature of withholding information.
This realization filled Yan Xiaobao with guilt. He wished he could confide in the Rong twins, Ma Kong, and Gao Yan about his secret, but for now, he had no choice but to hide it. Should Yan Xiaobao reveal his secret, someone might begin to anticipate things far beyond what Deng Wu envisioned.
"You truly live up to the nickname they’ve given you," Gao Yan sighed, looking at the composed Yan Xiaobao, causing the boy’s eyebrows to rise in surprise.
"Nickname?" he asked with a laugh. He noticed Gao Yan had been conversing with some civilian students earlier while occasionally glancing over. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Yan Xiaobao’s charismatic display had earned him attention, though he hadn’t expected to be given a nickname. In some ways, it made him feel like a professional wrestler from the old world—a notion that gave him pause for a moment.
His eyes, no longer showcasing the naïve innocence they had for the past decade, were now sharp and cold, observing everything around him.
"It’s time to head back," Yan Xiaobao announced, prompting the others to immediately rise and follow as he ascended toward the mountaintop.
Although Yan Xiaobao was the youngest of the group, he appeared older than the rest. They easily deferred to his judgment, readily accepting his suggestions. Even the difficult Deng Wu found little resistance in following Yan Xiaobao’s lead.
As they reached the mountaintop, Yan Xiaobao’s group caused a stir. Representatives from each family eagerly tried to greet him, offering him extravagant gifts in hopes of swaying his opinion. However, no matter how lavish the gifts were, they still reflected the maturity Yan Xiaobao had previously tried to hide.
The journey to the arena was longer than anticipated, as Yan Xiaobao had to stop several times to greet people he had never encountered before. Though unfamiliar with these families, Yan Xiaobao treated them with respect. Arrogance could easily invite trouble he didn’t need.
Finally, they arrived at the destination, and this time, it was Gao Yan’s turn to fight for a position in the top eight.
"You have got to be kidding me," Gao Yan muttered, looking at the person standing before him, whose face bore a radiant smile.
Gao Yan wasted no time considering who his opponent might be. From the beginning, he had made it clear he only cared about victory, nothing else. This led Gao Yan to avoid even glancing at the posters revealing the match participants.
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