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When Xu Ming arrived, hundreds of people had already gathered in the Martial Arts Plaza. There were Martial Arts elders and masters, as well as disciples.

"Xu Ming."

"Brother Xu!"

"Brother Sun Ji."

… …

Xu Ming and Sun Ji, although newcomers to the Martial Arts Academy this year, already had a considerable reputation within the academy.

Sun Ji was born with divine strength, and his strength had broken through after entering the Martial Arts Academy. Even those veteran disciples with Inner Refinement cultivation did not dare to underestimate him.

Not to mention Xu Ming; although he rarely showed his face in the Martial Arts Academy and hardly ever attended classes, Xu Ming was undoubtedly the number one among the new disciples this year.

Even Sun Ji, who had subdued all the new disciples, was as obedient as a cat in front of Xu Ming.

Therefore, even though Xu Ming didn't show his face often, his position in the Martial Arts Academy was unquestionable.

In particular, Xu Ming's second kill of Sikong Liangjun in the gambling battle at the Nine Tripod Business Association made him even more famous in Yunqi City. Some people in the Desolate Martial Arts Academy were even saying that Xu Ming's strength might already be the number one among all the disciples in the Desolate Martial Arts Academy.

"Is he Xu Ming?"

Among the disciples, there were two who were clearly independent of the others. Both of them had an arrogance that made them look down on others, and they exuded a strange confidence that set them apart.

One of them, a sword-wielding youth with a mole on the corner of his mouth, asked the person next to him disdainfully, "I don't see anything special about him!"

"I really don't see anything special about him either," the enchanting male disciple beside him said. "But many people in the Martial Arts Academy actually think that his strength is not weaker than ours."

"Heh heh, the only achievement he can show off is his second kill of Sikong Liangjun!"

"Sikong Liangjun? Just a child!" the enchanting male disciple said contemptuously.

When these two disciples first entered the Desolate Martial Arts Academy, they were among the top geniuses in that batch of new disciples. The two of them fought fiercely, and five or six years passed in the blink of an eye, without ever determining a winner. However, before Xu Ming arrived, the two of them were recognized as the top two among the hundreds of disciples in the Desolate Martial Arts Academy.

However, after Xu Ming arrived, there were different opinions about Xu Ming's strength. Some people said that Xu Ming had the strength to challenge for the number one position in the Desolate Martial Arts Academy, while others said that Xu Ming's strength was actually just mediocre among the veteran disciples who had been there for four or five years.

"Sikong Liangjun is indeed just a child!" The sword-wielding youth also said, "This Xu Ming is just a child too!"

"I didn't expect that we would be compared to a child. It's really been too long since we've made a move, and everyone is starting to doubt our strength!"

"Don't worry, we'll soon have a good opportunity to show our strength! When the time comes, we'll make a name for ourselves and spread our fame throughout Feiyun Kingdom!"

"I know!" The enchanting youth glanced at Xu Ming. "I'm too lazy to compete with a child. My goal is to be included in the Desolate Sect!"

The Desolate Sect was the overlord that ruled over hundreds of thousands of miles, and it was also the martial arts holy land that countless talented martial artists yearned for.

"Desolate Sect…" The sword-wielding youth's face was also full of longing. "Only one spot is available each year to be included in the Desolate Sect. Last year, both of us lost to an older disciple who was one year older than us. This year, it's our turn to go to the Desolate Sect!"

"It's our turn! However, I won't let you have it!" the enchanting male disciple said.

"Feel free to come at me!" The sword-wielding youth was also full of fighting spirit.

However, neither of them knew that Gu Hanmo had already decided that Xu Ming would be the one to go to the Desolate Sect this year; no matter how much they fought, it wouldn't be their turn.

At this moment, Xu Ming had already mingled into the crowd and roughly understood the rules for distributing resources.

The Desolate Martial Arts Academy distributed cultivation resources to its disciples every six months; however, the amount of resources each disciple received was not the same—the stronger the disciple, the more cultivation resources they received; the weaker the disciple, the fewer resources they received.

As for how to judge who was strong and who was weak, the Martial Arts Academy would determine it based on the disciples' performance over the past six months.

Because it was the day to distribute resources, the disciples were all very active; soon, all the disciples arrived.

"Everyone is here, so let's start distributing cultivation resources!" The speaker was a bald elder in the Martial Arts Academy who was in charge of the academy's supplies.

The disciples below held their breath and silently prayed in their hearts—call my name later! Call my name later!

Because the earlier someone's name was called, the fewer cultivation resources they would receive.

"The first one…" The bald elder looked at the list, then raised his head, "Wang Xiao."

Among the disciples, a short, fat disciple who had just joined this year's class immediately turned pale: "It really is me!"

The weakest disciples were undoubtedly the new disciples who had just joined this year's class. However, the difference in strength between the weakest few was not significant; the Martial Arts Academy had also considered many factors before finally deciding who was the weakest.

"Haha, Wang Xiao, I told you that I was a little stronger than you, but you wouldn't admit it? Now, you should be convinced!"

The speaker was also one of the weakest new disciples. He had a good relationship with Wang Xiao, and he was immediately happy to see Wang Xiao being called as the last one.

"You wait! I'll publicly challenge you later. As long as I beat you, you'll be the last one next time!" Wang Xiao said without much ambition, then went up to receive one thousand taels of gold with a worried face.

At this time, Xu Ming had not yet been called.

"I'll go!" Zhao Yicheng, who was prematurely gray, was not happy at all to get the fourth place; because in the past, he had always been steadily getting third place.

Zhao Yicheng glanced at Xu Ming, feeling angry in his heart: "The Martial Arts Academy actually thinks that I'm not as good as him?"

But Zhao Yicheng didn't dare to say anything, so he had to obediently go up to receive the resources. However, he was very unconvinced in his heart: "Hmph! I must challenge this Xu Ming later!"

He was unconvinced!

It wasn't just Zhao Yicheng who was unconvinced.

When the names were called to the top twenty, but Xu Ming's name still hadn't been called, many veteran disciples were already unconvinced.

Which of the veteran disciples in the Desolate Martial Arts Academy who were ranked in the top fifty didn't have Inner Refinement Late Stage or above cultivation? If they were to face Sikong Liangjun, they would all have the possibility of killing him in seconds.

"This kid…" The enchanting male disciple had already glanced at Xu Ming many times, "The Martial Arts Academy actually ranked him third?"

Immediately, the bald elder called out again: "Seven hundred and seventy-fifth, Tian Dali! Allocated resources, 80,000 taels of gold!"

The enchanting male disciple was immediately stunned; "Tian Dali? Me?"

That's right, the enchanting male disciple was called Tian Dali—a name that was extremely contradictory to his appearance.

The enchanting youth Tian Dali and the sword-wielding youth had always been very close in strength; since the older disciples in the Martial Arts Academy had all graduated, the Martial Arts Academy's evaluation of the two of them was sometimes this one being first, sometimes that one being first; anyway, no matter what, the top two were always these two.

But now, the enchanting youth Tian Dali had actually been reduced to third, wouldn't that mean that Xu Ming was at least second, or even very likely to be first?

"I'm not convinced!" Tian Dali shouted.

The bald elder's face had no emotional fluctuations: "If you're not convinced, you can give up this cultivation resource!"

As the elder in charge of supplies, the bald elder was naturally mostly unapproachable—his position did not allow him to be an easy-going person.

"I…" Tian Dali didn't dare to talk too much nonsense after all. He knew that the bald elder had a bad temper; if he talked too much nonsense, he might really not give him the cultivation resources.

"80,000 taels is 80,000 taels!"

The cultivation resources for the second place were 90,000 taels of gold, and the cultivation resources for the first place were 100,000 taels of gold. In fact, Tian Dali didn't care about the difference of 10,000 or 20,000 taels of gold, but the Martial Arts Academy's judgment that he was weaker than Xu Ming made him feel deeply humiliated.

"Seven hundred and seventy-sixth…"

The sword-wielding youth suddenly became nervous.

"Yue Jian!"

The Desolate Martial Arts Academy still ruthlessly judged him to be second.

The sword-wielding youth Yue Jian also didn't dare to talk nonsense, but looked at Xu Ming with full of fighting spirit, and then went up to receive the resources.

"Seven hundred and seventy-seventh…"

In fact, everyone already knew who this last person was without even calling the name.

"Xu Ming!"

"I didn't expect the Martial Arts Academy to evaluate me so highly." Xu Ming smiled and received the resources. "100,000 taels of gold, although not much, is not bad!"

At this moment—

"Xu Ming!" Two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Xu Ming turned his head to look, and it was the sword-wielding youth Yue Jian and the enchanting youth Tian Dali.

"I'm not convinced by the Martial Arts Academy's ranking judgment!" Yue Jian said coldly, "Do you dare to randomly pick one of us to spar with? As long as you can win, we will be convinced!"

Immediately, everyone present cast their gazes at Xu Ming, wanting to see how Xu Ming would react.

Those veteran disciples who were ranked higher were especially excited.

"That's right! I'm also not convinced by the Martial Arts Academy's ranking judgment!"

"Xu Ming, if you really have the strength, then show it to us! If you don't have the strength, please don't take the cultivation resources of the first place so comfortably!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Xu Ming, do you dare to fight?"

All of a sudden, the entire scene was filled with shouts, and the veteran disciples who were ranked higher seemed to want to vent the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"You're not convinced? Want to spar with me?" Becoming the target of public criticism, Xu Ming just smiled disdainfully.

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