Pure Yuan Art
Which skill should I learn?
Ye Chen stood there quietly before he made up his mind. He grabbed the manual of the Golden Swallow Skill.
He made a very reasonable decision, compared to an attack skill or a guard skill, a movement skill would be much more helpful for his survival. While there were hundreds of “unbeatable” and strong arts in the world, Ye Chen could only protect himself and hurt his opponent when he had speed, when his speed reached a certain level, it would be more powerful than any attack skill. In the end, even if he failed to hit his opponent, Ye Chen still could escape. Comparatively a guard skill could also protect him, but he would be a turtle, forced to defend until he no longer had the strength to.
As for why did he choose the Golden Swallow Skill instead of the Inching Steps or the Chasing Cicada: Eight Steps? It was nothing more than a hunch of Ye Chen’s.
After choosing his martial skill, it was now time to choose a martial art.
“What are you doing? I called dibs on this Iron Shirt Art first!” All of the sudden, someone started arguing down the third row.
Ye Chen recognized the voice the second he heard it. Out of curiosity, he walked between the shelves towards the sound, searching for that familiar face.
There were two people standing ten steps away, one of them was quite handsome and seemed to be only thirteen years old. Just like Ye Chen thought, it was the one and only Zhang Haoran. The other guy was about seventeen years old and wore yellow gear. He was physically quite impressive, his arms were thicker than Zhang Haoran’s thighs. He had a square face, square chin, and his long, narrow eyes shone with a cold light. He looked like a combination between a tiger and a poisonous snake.
They were arguing about the High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill – the Iron Shirt. Although it was not the highest rank skill, it was extremely effective and practical in a battle which even made it more popular than some of the top rank skills. Zhang Haoran wanted to practice it to supplement his weak defense, and had just taken it off the shelf when the other guy appeared and took it out of his hand unexpectedly. He even rolled his eye in a manner that seemed to say “piss off”. Zhang Haoran did not expect this kind of treatment at all, and quickly became furious.
The young man in yellow laughed: “Outer disciple? Where do you think you are? Piss off now, go back to your mama on the first floor!”
Zhang Haoran had an extremely ugly look on his face, “Don’t think I don’t know who you are. Huang Bingwen, seventeen years old, Early Condensing Reality Stage, the second child of the Windy Town mayor.”
“Good! Now beat it kid.” Huang Bingwen’s proud face had a wide smile.
“Hmph. You are weak! At the age of seventeen, you have only reached the Early Condensing Reality Stage? You’re a joke! To come out here and brag about it…you are not qualified to stand in front of me and do so.” Zhang Haoran’s word surprised everyone in the room.
The room suddenly filled with the sound of quiet murmurs as interest built up.
“Is that guy Zhang Haoran? No wonder he dared to confront Huang Bingwen! But honestly, that was way too brutal though, he might offend some disciples by not giving us face.”
“The Peak of Mortal Realm Stage by the age of thirteen…if he can reach the Condensing Reality Stage by the end of this year, he would be one of the top five genius in the Sky Cloud Martial School!”
“Doesn’t look to good for Huang Bingwen. I heard that Zhang Haoran was greatly favored by by the Inner Court Elder Liu, he even made an exception for Zhang Haoran to practice the Top Rank Mortal Realm Skill – Tiger Roar, Dragon Fist!”
As Huang Bingran heard the discussions, his face soured as he said ghastly: “You little brat. Good job to make it here because of your little connections.”
“Good job? I, Zhang Haoran, need connection? Please, don’t make me laugh at your ‘insults’. Do you dare to make a bet? A battle, in two months, on the Martial Arts Plaza! The loser has to apologize to the winner!” Once again, Zhang Haoran threw out a big “bomb”.
Huang Bingwen and the other inner disciples in the room were all shocked. They couldn’t believe their ears that an outer disciple wanted to challenge an inner disciple.
“As you wish, young master. I will crush you in now, and I will crush you in two months.” Competing with a junior apprentice was below his status, but as long as he could beat him effortlessly then it would be fine. People would even turn against Zhang Haoran and call him unrespectful and would not blame him for taking such a bet.
As Zhang Haoran grabbed the Iron Shirt manual out of Huang Bingwen’s hand, he left without looking back.
Huang Bingwen’s face tinted purple as he felt a burning anger smolder him with no place to release. He soon discovered Ye Chen, the only other outer disciple in the crowd and yelled with a low voice: “Fuck! What are you looking at?!”
Ye Chen froze. He had never expected that he would suddenly become Huang Bingwen’s emotional punching bag. Masking his anxiety, he said emotionlessly: “My eyes… are on my head, do I need your permission to see from them?”
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