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Ling Yan winning first place among the freshmen could be said to be what everyone wished for! There were no objections.

For the first trial of perseverance, Ling Yan's result was six incense sticks' worth of time. His perseverance was the best! In the second stage of the trial of combat, Ling Yan used the power of his fist to suppress Pan Xing's attack. He once again took first place! In the third trial, Ling Yan was directly defeated by Pan Xing, the strongest freshman in the group. He was still number one!

After his strong performance in the past three stages, Ling Yan's powerful image had become deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people. No one paid attention to his cultivation and talent. As of now, there was no one better than him.

Number one among the new students, he was worthy of his reputation. They were convinced!

Under the envious gaze of the crowd, the top ten freshmen of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School went up onto the stage and received their rankings from the Chief Examiner.

When Xu Shizhen received the award, his mouth was about to twitch from laughing, especially when he saw the gloomy expression on Ning Bang's face. He was even more elated as he shook his head and proudly accepted the reward before returning to the crowd.

F * ck, Nimbus' lips twitched, and his already swarthy face turned even darker.

"First place Bear Heart Pill, keep it properly." The Chief Examiner said indifferently, and then he handed over a shiny, black pill to Ling Yan.

"Thank you." After Ling Yan made a bow, he carefully took the Bear Core Pill into his hands.

"Is this the Bear Heart Pill?"

As Ling Yan looked at this round, sparkling pill, he could feel a powerful energy emitting from it. Thinking of the effects of the Bear Heart Pill, a trace of joy appeared on Ling Yan's face.

"Alright, up until now, the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's assessment has all ended. Since the new students' list has been confirmed, then before you can enter Crimson Nimbus Guild, you must choose your own subjects that you wish to study!"

The chief examiner glanced at everyone and continued, "In the Crimson Nimbus Martial Arts School, there are a total of eight subjects. They are Arcane Arts, Knife, Sword, Axe, Pole, Gun, Hammer, and Body."

Generally speaking, you all have weapons you like to use. Those who want to learn swords can go to Sword Arts, those who prefer sabresmanship can go to Sword Arts, those who like to play with spears can go to Spear Arts and so on. Alright, I'll give you all one minute to consider.

The ranking went from big to small, which was the order from the hundredth place all the way to the first place. This was also to give the Elders of Crimson Nimbus Guild more time to consider how to win over those outstanding disciples.

This was the difference between an ordinary disciple and an outstanding disciple. An ordinary disciple would take the initiative to choose a subject and an outstanding disciple would take the initiative to choose an elder. Their treatment of each other would be different.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang ~!"

In an exquisite room, countless porcelain bottles, brushes, and drawing ink stones were sent flying. A series of crackling and popping sounds immediately rang out in the room. All of the porcelain bottles and tools were broken on the spot, scattering debris everywhere.

When there was nothing left to throw, a man stood where he was with a gloomy face. A tyrannical, icy aura emanated from him, causing the temperature of the room to drop by a few degrees.

Below the man, there were six guards standing there with their heads lowered. Their bodies were trembling slightly and they were as silent as cicadas in winter.

Since the man didn't say anything, the guards didn't dare to say anything. They knew that the young lord was on the verge of erupting with rage, and if they weren't careful, they would lose their lives.

"Ta, ta, ta ~"

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps disturbed the tranquility of the room. A guard quickly pushed open the door and walked in with an unsightly expression.

"Found Little Eight?" The man spoke coldly.

"Reporting to Young Master, Little Eight, he …" He's dead … "He died in an ugly way …" The guard who pushed open the door said in a low voice.

Dead?!

Hearing the guard's words, the man's expression didn't change at all. Ever since Ling Yan appeared at the entrance of the Crimson Nimbus Martial University and obtained a series of astonishing results showing his formidable combat strength, coupled with the fact that Little Eight hadn't replied yet, the man knew that perhaps Little Eight wasn't going to have much luck.

The man slowly turned around, revealing a stern expression. After a long time, he clenched both his fists, and the veins in his hands bulged!

"Very good, little ant!"

The cold words were like the biting wind of winter, chillingly cold.