Chapter 135. Mastering Space, Crushing the Divine Battle Division

“Damn! Is this a fight or a money-burning contest?”

“Pretty normal. Jiang Yichen is the boss of the Starfire Team. It is not like you have never watched the Team League. He has always been loaded.”

“Man, the Jiang family really is filthy rich. They can even toss out Ninth-rank Magical Artifacts like they are nothing.”

“...”

Watching Jiang Yichen’s completely money-no-object fighting style, the instructors could not help sighing in amazement.

Zhou Yu, however, wore an expression that said this was exactly what he had expected. Sure enough, just as he had thought, Jiang Yichen had high-ranking Magical Artifacts on him. That had to be why he had not fallen into Mei Xue’er’s illusion.

Still, if Jiang Yichen was carrying high-rank Magical Artifacts, then arranging for demon beasts to kill him would become much more difficult.

Zhou Yu stared at the training ground, and a plan slowly began to form in his mind.

“Little Yan, defend!”

Within the Waterfield Battlefield, Mei Xue’er swept a glance at the dense mass of swords in the sky and gave her command.

Mo Yan nodded and spoke. “Freeze.”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The rain of swords screamed downward. Mo Yan panicked and sped up his speech. “Freeze, freeze... freeze already, damn you!”

But the sword rain, attached to Teleportation Talismans, gave them no chance to dodge at all. Along with the activation of the Blast Talismans, a chain of thunderous explosions erupted.

After several hundred explosions, the remaining swords conjured by Chu Xingchen suddenly stopped in midair, unable to move even an inch further.

Even Chu Xingchen himself froze in the air, as though controlled by an invisible force.

The water surface of the Waterfield Battlefield stopped rippling. Su Linyu and Tang Long also stiffened, unable to move even their lips.

Seeing this, Jiang Yichen could not help sighing. Laws really were absurdly overpowered. He had originally wanted to use the Divine Battle Division to help Su Linyu’s group get some combat practice, but instead, Mo Yan casually said “freeze,” and just like that, they lost all ability to fight back.

He slowly lifted his eyes, and the space around him began to ripple.

Ahead of him, the smoke from the Blast Talismans dispersed. The hair of Mei Xue’er’s group of four had all been blown straight up, and their faces were smeared with black soot from the explosions.

“Mo Yan, that was an attack from Ninth-rank Magical Artifacts. You really do know how to fail at the critical moment,” the robotic girl Lingling complained as she touched her damaged face.

Mo Yan looked apologetic, but he did not dare speak to comfort her, afraid that if he opened his mouth, his Law of Speech would trigger again.

So he simply flipped his folding fan around. Written on it were the words: “Lingling, it is not like I wanted this either. That trigger rate is pure torture.”

Mei Xue’er and Liang Shan both shook their heads helplessly.

“Jiang Yichen, are you still not going to use your full strength? Relying on them will not be enough to defeat us.”

Now that she was no longer disguised as a greasy middle-aged man, Mei Xue’er had lost that lively air. Instead, she seemed more like a calm, serious leader.

“Is that so?”

Jiang Yichen smiled faintly. His body was unaffected by the freeze, and in an instant, he appeared behind the four of them.

“Where did he go?” Lingling put a hand to her forehead and looked around.

“Lingling, watch out behind you.”

Just as Lingling was about to turn around, a fist the size of a sandbag smashed straight into her face. Then she shot upward at incredible speed, turning into a star in the sky.

Mei Xue’er frowned, half-turned her body, and lashed a kick toward Jiang Yichen.

“Ah!” Mo Yan, standing nearby, let out a scream instead. Unable to help himself, he blurted out, “Captain, why did you kick me?!”

??

Mei Xue’er froze and looked suspiciously at her own right leg. That should not have happened. She had clearly kicked Jiang Yichen just now...

Before she had time to think further, a tremendous force slammed into her waist, and Mei Xue’er shot like a bullet straight into the wall of the main stage.

It was her second time decorating it.

Seeing that, Liang Shan immediately released toxic mist to keep Jiang Yichen from approaching.

But instead of spreading around him as intended, the poison appeared in the water field ahead.

“Spatial displacement. He is controlling space at will...”

Before Liang Shan could finish, Jiang Yichen drove a flying kick into his abdomen.

Boom!

Liang Shan also ended up embedded in the wall of the main stage.

“Ahhh! I am afraid of heights! Why would you do this to me?!”

At that moment, Lingling, who had been launched high into the air, began free-falling back toward the ground.

With the overwhelming physical strength of his Chaos Body, Jiang Yichen pivoted and sent her crashing sideways as well, slamming her into the wall of the main stage.

“You are the ones who broke the rules first, so you cannot blame me.”

Jiang Yichen smiled faintly, then turned to look at Mo Yan on the ground.

The latter gave him an awkward smile and covered his cheek. “Can you avoid hitting my face?”

“No. If we are doing this, the whole family should be nice and tidy together.”

Jiang Yichen kicked at him. He had meant to hit his face, but the space was altered by the Law of Speech, so the kick landed on his waist instead.

Boom!

Amid a miserable scream, Mo Yan also crashed into the wall of the main stage.

Looking at the four human-shaped dents, Jiang Yichen nodded in satisfaction. “You have given that wall artistic value.”

The Divine Battle Division: “???”

At the edge of the training ground, the instructors stood rooted to the spot, mouths slightly open, faces filled with stunned disbelief.

Huh? Wait, they were instantly defeated?

Zhou Yu abruptly shot to his feet. A Fifth Realm cultivator had instantly crushed three Seventh Realm opponents? Who the hell would believe that?

Swapping space around at will... was that a domain? Could this brat also be in the Seventh Realm?

Only a Seventh Realm Martial King could form a domain.

And Jiang Yichen’s domain was even a king-tier space-type domain.

He had only just graduated, yet his realm was already almost on par with Zhou Yu, the Chief Instructor himself.

What kind of international joke was this?

Zhou Yu found it impossible to believe.

After the four members of the Divine Battle Division struggled free from the wall, they stood there staring blankly at Jiang Yichen for quite a while.

Eighth Realm Martial Emperor.

Those four words appeared in all of their minds at the same time.

During that brief clash with Jiang Yichen, they had been able to clearly feel the surrounding space being swapped around at will. There had been no pattern to it at all. It felt more like someone was directly controlling the space itself.

And if he could control a space domain, then that meant Jiang Yichen’s strength had already reached the Eighth Realm Martial Emperor.

“Oh, my dear mother, why is the Commander-in-Chief’s first mission for us this hard?”

Lingling’s white soul floated out of her broken robotic body, her face full of despair.

Mei Xue’er had not expected that before they could even force Jiang Yichen to use his law, they would be crushed by an overwhelming gap in the realm instead.

A newly graduated Martial Emperor, participating in recruit training.

That combination of words was so absurdly niche that they did not even know how it fit together.

“Pretending to be weak to crush the strong... We are out of options, Chief. Let us admit defeat,” Liang Shan said bitterly from behind his gas mask.

Mei Xue’er slowly lowered her head and looked toward the instructors to one side. “Instructor Zhou, we lost.”

The corners of Zhou Yu and the other instructors’ mouths twitched.

Did that not mean all the recruits were really going to be exempt from training?

“Little Yan, lift the freeze and wake the recruits,” Mei Xue’er said.

Mo Yan clutched his waist and muttered, “Wake up, restore. Wake up, restore...”

“It would have been better if you had surrendered earlier. You just had to take a beating first.”

Jiang Yichen shook his head slightly. Mei Xue’er’s group of four were speechless. A space-type Martial Emperor had come to mingle with new recruits. How were they supposed to win against that?

Jiang Yichen ignored their expressions and used the Law of Space to break Mo Yan’s freeze.

Su Linyu, Tang Long, and Chu Xingchen immediately bent over, bracing their hands on their knees as they gasped for breath. While frozen, even their breathing had been frozen.

Jiang Yichen helped Su Linyu up. “Are you alright?”

Su Linyu quickly shook her head, then blinked and smiled. “I felt pretty awful just now, but Brother Yichen’s concern made me feel instantly better.”

“Brother Yichen, you are such a martial arts genius. You reached the Seventh Realm so quickly and even cultivated a domain, while I am still only in the Fifth Realm.” Her smile faded, and her tone turned a little uncertain.

She could not understand it. Brother Yichen never seemed to cultivate at all in daily life, so why was his realm advancing so quickly?

Other than the time she spent accompanying Brother Yichen, she had been cultivating constantly. And yet she was only at the fifth layer of the Fifth Realm.

Brother Yichen did not even cultivate, and he was already in the Seventh Realm. It was utterly baffling.

Uh...

Jiang Yichen was just thinking of how to comfort her.

But then Su Linyu suddenly spoke in a determined voice. “I am going to work even harder at cultivation. I cannot become a decorative vase beside Brother Yichen!”

“Brother Yichen, can you wait for me and not dislike me for being weak? I will definitely catch up one day.”

Jiang Yichen burst out laughing. “Alright. I will wait for you.”

Su Linyu raised both fists and looked at him with a radiant smile.

Tang Long and Chu Xingchen watched from the side.

“Hero Chu, Brother Yichen’s completely unreasonable strength is enough to make anyone jealous.”

Hearing Tang Long’s words, Chu Xingchen smiled and shook his head. “It really is unreasonable. He used to be the one at the bottom, and now we are the ones at the bottom.”

Tang Long nodded. “Brother Yichen’s rise to greatness.”

More than ten minutes later, the recruits gradually woke up, all looking confused.

Zhou Yu stood on the main stage and glared irritably at the four members of the Divine Battle Division.

He had invited them here to crush the recruits, and they had actually lost. What a disgrace.

He took a deep breath. “I now announce that you have won the Recruit Challenge.”

The moment those words were spoken, the system’s voice rang out in Jiang Yichen’s mind.

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