Hearing Wang Lingling’s words, all the martial artists in the hall were furious.
This woman in front of them, who looked just over twenty years old, claimed to be a True Essence Realm Martial Artist?
The key was, no one took her self-praise seriously at first. But the next moment, she arrogantly declared that even if everyone in the hall joined forces, they still wouldn’t be her match.
This was intolerable.
"Hey, little girl," a middle-aged man spoke up first, "Since you say you are a True Essence Realm Martial Artist, dare to spar a few moves with me, a Mingjin Martial Artist?"
"Brother Yin, there’s no need for you to deal with this woman personally, I can handle it."
In the crowd, a man in his twenties smiled and said, "Beauty, don’t cry if my moves get rough later."
"Gao Chuan, you’re not trying to take advantage of her, are you?"
"Don’t talk nonsense."
The young man immediately denied it.
"Alright, who doesn’t see your intentions here."
"Exactly, don’t be too careless, or it won’t look good for you if you lose later."
"If you really lose, it would be a great embarrassment for our association."
The crowd joked.
Wang Lingling also smiled, beckoning to the young man with her finger, "Alright, then you go first."
"Alright."
Gao Chuan rubbed his fists and walked up. When he was two meters away, he stopped, cupped his fists and said, "Beauty, excuse me."
After saying that, he launched a Cannon Fist.
Seeing this, a discussion immediately arose among those around.
"This kid is quite ruthless, starting with the Cannon Fist from Xingyi Fist."
"Indeed, this kid is in the Late Stage of Muscle Refining. If this punch hits an ordinary person, at least a few ribs would be broken, and it’s not impossible to kill someone."
"Don’t worry, this kid has held back a bit. If the girl can’t react in time, he can still pull back."
"Can’t react in time? Hahaha, that’s unlikely. She’s a True Essence Realm Martial Artist, isn’t she?"
At this moment, Wang Lingling’s figure flashed, and everyone felt their eyes blur, losing track of her.
Gao Chuan’s punch hit nothing, causing him to stumble forward. He looked around, bewildered.
Where did she go?
She was just in front of him, how did she suddenly disappear?
"Hey, I’m behind you."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
Everyone reacted and looked behind Gao Chuan.
Sure enough, Wang Lingling was standing there, smiling.
Gao Chuan turned around, jaw dropping and sweating coldly from his back.
He didn’t even know when she got behind him.
If this were a life-and-death battle, he would have died countless times already.
"I lost."
He blushed, lowered his head, and said shamefully.
"It’s alright, no need to be disheartened. The difference in strength between you and me is too great. Losing to me is nothing to be ashamed of."
Wang Lingling looked seasoned, then she scanned the room.
Most people then consciously lowered their heads or looked away, not daring to meet her gaze.
After all, Gao Chuan was a Late-stage Martial Artist of the Muscle Refining Stage. There were only a few in the same realm in the association who could defeat him.
He was toyed with by this woman. If any of them went up, the result would be the same.
In fact, not just them, but even some Entry Force Martial Artists weren’t confident about defeating Wang Lingling.
Because they too hadn’t seen clearly how she managed to get behind Gao Chuan.
Of course, it was possible they were overconfident or underestimated her. If given another chance, maybe they could see it clearly.
"Anyone else not convinced?"
Wang Lingling’s voice rang out, "If you’re not convinced, come out and spar with me."
Murmurs filled the room.
After a while, the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier stepped out.
This time, his expression was very serious.
He walked forward and cupped his hands,
"Miss, I’ll shamelessly spar with you."
"No need to be so polite. Show me what you’ve got." Wang Lingling replied indifferently.
"Miss, be careful."
The middle-aged man said, then dashed forward.
"Brother Yin is using his trump card, Iron Mountain Lean?" someone exclaimed.
"Level 8 Fist is known for its speed and fierceness, especially the Iron Mountain Lean. Not just a person, even a tree would be broken by Brother Yin’s collision."
"Exactly, this move, not even Brother Xu or the others would dare to take it head-on."
"Very likely. In our association, only the president or that Brother Chen could withstand it."
"Yes, the president is a Meridian Refining Martial Artist with True Qi, and that Brother Chen is said to be a Meridian Refining Realm Martial Artist, possibly even in the True Essence Realm."
While they were talking, the middle-aged man closed in on Wang Lingling and delivered a harsh Iron Mountain Lean.
"!!!"
Everyone held their breath, eyes wide open, afraid to miss any detail.
Gao Chuan, who had just been humiliated, watched with wide eyes, wondering if Brother Yin’s powerful Iron Mountain Lean might miss just like his punch.
As soon as he had this thought, Wang Lingling seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing from everyone’s sight.