The moment Jiang Yan stepped into Martial Arts Training Hall No. 1, the previously noisy hall fell eerily silent.
Countless gazes converged on him—mocking, contemptuous, gleefully waiting for a spectacle.
Jiang Yan's expression remained calm, but his chest was already burning with fury.
Just wait. I'll make you all choke on your own words.
He inhaled deeply, straightened his back, and strode toward the battle stage.
His steps were steady, his posture composed—completely unlike the submissive "licking dog" he once was around Lin Qingzhu.
On the rostrum, Janet watched him with growing confusion.
This doesn't look like the coward they were describing at all…
"Yo! Isn't this Jiang-lick?" someone raised his voice deliberately. "Here to hand over the quota to Young Master Wang?"
A wave of laughter rose.
"CNM."
Jiang Yan's cold gaze stabbed through the crowd.
"Your mom doesn't know which stray dog spawned you. Bark at me again, and I'll stuff you right back into her broken hole."
Silence.
The entire training hall froze.
Was this really Jiang Yan?
The guy who got mocked stepped back, face red, shaking with anger under everyone's stunned stares.
"Jiang Yan! We're all classmates," Lin Qingzhu snapped from the front row, face twisted. "Why are you being so vulgar? Apologize to him. Now."
In her eyes, Jiang Yan would always be the obedient dog under her heel.
"You," Jiang Yan snorted, "are really delusional."
He vanished from his spot.
Before Lin Qingzhu could react—
PA!!
The crisp slap echoed through the hall.
Her body twisted in midair, teeth and blood spraying as she crashed into the battle stage's edge.
"P—Poof…"
She spat blood, eyes wide in disbelief, then fainted on the spot.
Dead silence.
Pin-drop silence.
Everyone familiar with Jiang Yan felt their scalp tingle.
He actually hit his goddess?!
On the battle stage, Wang Kun's face twisted with rage.
Lin Qingzhu was his toy.
And this dog actually dared to touch her?
"Good. Good!" Wang Kun laughed viciously, eyes cold as a viper. "She told me earlier you refused to kneel. I didn't believe it. But look at you now—got a spine, huh?"
He sneered. "Don't worry. I'll crush it slowly."
"Are you done pretending?" Jiang Yan tossed the No. 7 token to the referee and walked up onto the stage, voice ice-cold.
"Trust me, you'll be drooling on the ground soon."
On the rostrum, the chief instructor stared at Jiang Yan as if seeing a ghost.
That instant movement—
It was unmistakable.
High-level general speed.
"How could he be this strong…?"
Janet's smile widened.
"Are you sure he's as useless as you said?" she said lightly. "At twenty, reaching high-level general… That's not garbage. That's called genius."
The chief instructor's face stiffened, unsure how to explain.
"The match begins!"
The referee announced loudly.
Swish!!
Before the echo faded, Wang Kun lunged.
A blur. A lightning bolt.
His fist tore through the air toward Jiang Yan's face.
The crowd collectively gasped.
Jiang Yan is finished—
But then—
Snap!
Jiang Yan raised one hand and casually caught Wang Kun's full-force punch with five fingers.
"What?!"
Wang Kun's pupils shrank.
He tried to yank his fist back.
It didn't move.
Jiang Yan's grip was like iron.
"Hmph."
Jiang Yan released him.
Wang Kun staggered backward—
Too late.
Bang!!
Jiang Yan's fist crashed into his arms.
The crack of bone made everyone's scalp go numb.
Wang Kun screamed as he was blown away, slamming into the edge of the stage.
Silence swept the hall once again.
"W—What… just happened?"
Wang Kun stared at Jiang Yan in horror, clutching his limp arm.
"H-How are you this strong?!"
"You're just too weak." Jiang Yan stepped forward. "Trash is trash. No matter how many resources are wasted on you, you're still trash."
Wang Kun's face paled. "I admit—"
"Too late."
PA!!
A single slap sent him flying like a broken kite.
He crashed down onto the barely conscious Lin Qingzhu.
She had just opened her eyes—
Only to be knocked out again.
"One bitch, one dog," Jiang Yan said coldly. "Perfect match."
Absolute silence.
Everyone stared at Jiang Yan as if seeing a monster.
This wasn't the Jiang Yan they knew.
This was a cold, terrifying genius.
The referee's voice trembled:
"T-The last battle for the quota has ended! Jiang Yan… wins! He will enter the Genius Training Camp!"
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