The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 392 - Just as You Finish Singing, I Will be Standing on the Stage, Qin Fen Will Also Become the Object of Imitation

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Bedroom, library, living room, bathroom…

Only after having looked at the layout of the room, Qin Fen came to finally understand why Xue Tian said he didn't need to prepare any luggage. Even for the most basic type of contract, the Sacred Martial Hall provided very good residential conditions. Qin Fen could not help but wonder about the residential conditions for the stakeholders and internal members of Sacred Martial Hall.

All the electrical equipment in this room could be activated using the emblem in the pocket.

"Old Qin! Old Qin!"

Suddenly, a beam jumped out from the emblem as Xue Tian's figure was projected. Judging by his background, he had already left his room and was standing in the corridor.

"Hurry up and set the setting of your door with the emblem so so that I can freely enter."

Freely enter!? Qin Fen brought up the functions of the emblem. The Sacred Martial Hall wasn't so old-fashioned that the martial artists could only live in a wooden house. On the contrary, there were many places which gave the impression of futuristic technology.

While the rooms in the other cities were using electronic locks, the Sacred Martial Hall was already using special smart locks on their doors. As long as the owner's information was fed into the lock, he or she could freely walk through the door without any hindrance.

If someone whose information wasn't fed into the lock tried to forcefully charge through the door, the smart lock would send his information to the criminal department of the Sacred Martial Hall at first notice. At that time, the martial artists of the criminal department would quickly arrive to handle the matter.

Beep… beep… beep…

A series of beeps rang through the emblem. Soon, Qin Fen discovered that he had received many system messages.

"Caesar of Building One twenty-two, seventh floor, room A has set his room free to enter."

"Yang Lie of Building One twenty-two, seventh floor, room B has set his room free to enter."

Learning from everyone, Qin Fen began to set up a list of personnel that had free access. But just then, he spotted a woman on the rooftop of a distant building through the corner of his eyes.

"Well!? He found me out so soon!?" Fenghua Danyun held her pinkish cheeks up as her eyes bloomed with a pleasant surprise. "Interesting! He really makes one licks one's lips. Who is going to defeat him? This training should be more interesting than that Little Lunatic!"

Qin Fen inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine. He gently rotated his shoulders and looked at Fenghua Danyun, curiously. "Obviously there is no malicious intent, so why does she give me the jitters?"

"She hasn't come to like you, has she?" Xue Tian, upon entering Qin Fen's room, wasn't the least bit polite. He opened the refrigerator in a very casual manner and took out a can of nutritious drink and chugged it down. "Hey, why is such a beauty not looking at me?"

Caesar, following Xue Tian, also took out a can of delicious nutritious drink from Qin Fen's refrigerator. "I always felt that that woman was weird."

Having been together for a few months, everyone was infected by Xue Tian's familiar attitude unconsciously. Especially to Qin Fen, who had an even more familiar attitude to the extent that even the reticent Solomon, as well as Mourad, who was hostile to Qin Fen, was using Qin Fen's room like their own, wantonly searching for a nutritious drink in the refrigerator.

Qin Fen sighed, looking at the empty refrigerator. It was hard to say if that woman was weird or not but there was certainly a group of bandits in his room.

Beep…

Another beep rang from Qin Fen's emblem. There was a request for a video call, like what Xue Tian had done earlier.

Qin Fen was a bit curious. He had just arrived at the Sacred Martial Hall and didn't know anyone else. Everyone he knew was in this room, so, how would someone contact him?

With the request accepted, a beam appeared in the room.

A woman, a beautiful woman, the very woman who was standing on the distant roof.

Qin Fen sized up Fenghua Danyun in the projection. With the distance between them being closer, she looked even more beautiful than from the distance. Much to Qin Fen's surprise, there was such a beauty in Sacred Martial Hall.

Qin Fen asked, politely, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Fighting!" With a little playfulness written on her face, Fenghua Danyun waved her seemingly non-lethal, pinkish fist. "I am optimistic about you!"

Fighting? A puzzled Qin Fen looked at the fading projection. This woman appeared out of nowhere and spoke such puzzling words before disappearing the next second. What the hell is going on?

Right then, there was a knock at the door.

When Qin Fen used his emblem to open the door, he found two unfamiliar martial artists standing at the door. A second later, he recognized them to be the fellows he had seen downstairs not too long ago.

The two young martial artists standing by the door, carrying a somewhat embarrassed look on their faces, carefully looked into the room and asked, "Excuse me, are you free now?"

Looking downstairs, Xue Tian smiled and said, "Tell all those newcomers downstairs that our one second is close to hundreds of thousands of seconds for others. It's not that we don't want to meet anybody but we can't. If anyone wants to meet us, he or she needs to make an appointment first. You are coming here early, so what? You think you can have us at your beck and call if you come early? We don't have time!"

Qin Fen looked at the empty space downstairs, squinting his eyes. There weren't many people coming here this time, there was only ten. Each and every one of them appeared to be proud. And at this moment, those martial artists of Building One twenty-two were quietly standing nearby.

The two young martial artists by the entrance looked even more embarrassed. They furtively looked at Qin Fen's expression. "Can you spare some of your time?"

They really want to show who's boss!? Qin Fen sized up the two young martial artists at the gate from top to bottom. If he really didn't make a choice now, perhaps he would truly be tired to death by these people. Otherwise, they would not have wanted to take a show to see who the boss was earlier.

Xue Tian shook his head and sighed as he walked to the door. "Your current state is not even a bit like the iron skeletal that a martial artist should have."

Hearing this, a cold gleam immediately flashed past the eyes of two young martial artists but they still maintained a helpless smile on their faces.

"Forbearing, huh!?" Xue Tian raised his thumb and continued, "Very good! I thought you were scared by the beating, so I was holding back. Very good, as long as you have the will to take revenge and never admit defeat, your future achievements would absolutely not be mediocre."

The helpless smile on the two young martial artists' faces turned wry. They had been taught a lesson by a martial artist their age. If it had been before, they would have already made their move. But after having just seen that fearsome West Asian take action, they had to come to ask for his advice. Who would dare look down on him?

Mourad Tschick's eyes flickered with intense murderous intention as he silently stood up and made his way to the gate.

"Just one?" The two young martial artists were somewhat worried. Mourad Tshich was indeed very strong but all the martial artists downstairs had been staying in the Sacred Martial Hall for a year.

Even outside, if there was an age gap of one year between two martial artists, the difference in strength between two martial artists of strength outbreak period would usually be very amazing.

Not to mention those nineteen to twenty years old martial artists downstairs who had been staying in the Sacred Martial Hall for over a year already.

A martial artist who had been staying in the Sacred Martial Hall for over a year against a martial artist who had just entered the Sacred Martial Hall!? The two young martial artists furtively looked at Qin Fen. If it's him, then there is no problem. But if someone else goes down, I'm afraid…

Qin Fen raised his head and looked at the woman outside the window. So this is what she meant. However, I'm afraid she will be disappointed. The strongest among her helpers downstairs is at the peak of nine-star level, that's all. They have not even reached the True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth. Any one of us can clean them up.

"Is one is not enough?" Yang Lie stood up and exercised his arms and legs. "Then, how about you count me as well. Would it be enough?"

"Two…"

The two young martial artists standing by the entrance still didn't plan on leaving. Their eyes finally rested on Qin Fen as if they would not leave unless Qin Fen decided to go downstairs.

A surprised Caesar looked at Yang Lie. "You…"

Yang Lie looked back with a smile. "Before I met Old Qin, my dearest wish was to enter the Sacred Martial Hall. Although this is not my dearest wish now, I still want to see what is so outstanding about the martial artists trained by the Sacred Martial Hall."

Upon noticing that the two young martial artists still have no intention of moving, Qin Fen said, "Well, I'll watch their fight from upstairs. If the situation isn't right, I will go down at first notice, how about it?"

The two young martial artists looked at each other, smiling helplessly. Qin Fen had already sent the Young Netherworld King - Hades to hospital, and now that he had already spoken, how could they say anything?

SLAM…

Suddenly, the window of Qin Fen's room was smashed open by Mourad. And before the two young martial artists could react to anything, he had already jumped out of the window like a Roc.

SLAM…

Another window of Qin Fen's living room was opened as Yang Dragon - Yang Lie jumped out of the window under the dumbfounded gazes of the two young martial artists using the move - Soaring Dragon.

"Beautiful!"

Everyone in the room praised at the same time. The assistance from the Martial Pass had improved Yang Lie and Mourad's strength a lot in a short time. Their every action appeared more tasteful.

"Well!?" Fenghua Danyun looked at the two who just jumped out of the room, astonished. "Outstanding! They are not just True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth martial artists but the conceptions of their skills are shocking as well, blended with spirit and form!"

BANG! BANG!

Two sets of feet crashed onto the ground with loud bangs, raising a cloud of dust to their knees.

The ten martial artists sized up Yang Lie and Mourad again and again; surprise and disdain visible in their eyes. They had never heard of any young martial artist having the guts to use such a provocative way to respond to their seniors' visit.

"How come it's just you two? I heard that you two are not the only ones here today, what about the others? Do you want me to personally go up and invite them?"

Yang Lie looked at the speaker. Judging by his arrogance and strength, he was the leader of this group. He had a fairly well-proportioned figure. Neither was he handsome nor was his appearance disgusting, except the arrogance written clearly on his face made others somewhat uncomfortable.

"You want to show who the boss is, right?" Yang Lie exercised his wrists. "Didn't you want to do that? Where is this crap coming from? I also want to see what is so outstanding about the people taught in the Sacred Martial Hall!"

Huang Fengwan, who had regained some of his wits, lightly clenched his teeth. His eyes flickered with a little bit of sympathy, looking at Yang Lie. When Ouyang Yan first entered the Sacred Martial Hall, he was still in equity-based contract, but because he failed the subsequent assessment, his contract was downgraded to the basic-type.

However, during that year's equity-based cultivation, whether it was pill or guidance, everything he experienced was far more than the basic-type martial artists. And after his demotion, he immediately became the peak figure among his peers of basic-type martial artists.

Relegation wasn't anything glorious. After his relegation, Ouyang Yan was even more enthusiastic about showing who was the boss was to the newcomers even more so. His every course of action was even fiercer than everyone else.

Huang Fengwan had been left guessing if Ouyang Yan was being ruthless just because he was afraid that others would laugh at him for relegation; would he not go easy on the fresh meat just because they dared to resist?

"What did you say?" Ouyang Yan's face turned ashen in the blink of an eye. His ten fingers made sounds as if beans were popping as he clenched his fists tightly. In the blink of an eye, a chilling bloodlust locked on to Yang Lie. "Since you want to see it so badly, I will open your eyes today."

"You!?" Yang Lie shook his head, disappointed. "You haven't even achieved the peak of the nine-star level and you think you can show me?"

Suddenly, everything went extremely quiet; the calm before the storm.

The young martial artists of Building One twenty-two looked at Yang Lie, worried. This newcomer had touched the raw nerve of Ouyang Yan. It was, for this reason, that Ouyang Yan was eliminated from the equity-based contract.

Hearing this, the corner of Ouyang Yan's eyes twitched repeatedly. This scar had not been touched by anyone for months. Anyone among the basic contract-based martial artists who touched this scar had been sent to the hospital already. Who would have thought that the new people turned out to be so rude?

Huang Fengwan gritted his teeth forcefully. He quickly stepped out and intervened, "Senior Ouyang, it's inevitable for the freshers, who had just entered the Sacred Martial Hall, to be somewhat arrogant but please show discretion when carrying out traditional polishing."

"Don't worry, I will be paying attention to propriety." Ouyang Yan's voice reminded everyone of ice in winter. "I will only make them stay in the hospital for half a year."

Hearing this, Yang Lie's brows knit together. This atmosphere of Sacred Martial Hall is really annoying. This Ouyang Yan is even more irritating. He is actually thinking of taking advantage of the opportunity to show who the boss is by sending others to the hospital for half a year.

"Half a year, is that right?" Yang Lie stood with his one hand behind his back and his spine, straight and upright. "That's good! I will let you go and live there for half a year! Watch closely, today, I'll only use only this hand to knock you down flat."

"You!?" Just as Ouyang Yan squeezed this word out from the gap between his teeth, his exposed skin and muscles turned golden in the blink of an eye. That color was seeping out from the inside to the outside and not some kind of strange paint.

Golden Bell Shield!

"One punch!"

Yang Lie remained motionless, completely unfazed by the oppressing pressure of Ouyang Yan's aura of power. He spoke with the very same heroism that Qin Fen had that day, "You can't even take one punch from me."

"Bullshit!"

Before this word escaped Yang Lie's mouth in a sharp voice, Yang Lie's figure had already moved. With just one stamp using the Dragon Movement Technique, the distance of twenty meters between the two disappeared completely in the blink of an eye as the few low plants beside him swayed suddenly. Next, he directly used the Fall From the Sky of the Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds as deafening roars like a group of dragons roaring reverberated through the sky.

The same Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds appeared less grand and majestic than Qin Fen when cast by Yang Lie, but it was a little free and unrestrained.

The unrestrained gale of wind covered Ouyang Yan within the blink of an eye!

Just this one attack caused Ouyang Yan's expression to change. A ready Ouyang Yan could only stare at the punch and take it head-on, unable to dodge.

His anger pushed him to his peak in the blink of an eye; he raised his head high.

"Break!"

Ouyang Yan's true energy moved at high speed in his body. The gigantic pressure from the Eighteen Dragon Gathering the Winds and Clouds squeezed his potential out; another golden tint was added to his yellowed skin in the blink of an eye. His arm appeared like they've been painted golden. He raised his arms that were as thick as his thighs over his head to take Yang Lie's Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds head-on.

BANG!

Three power-filled arms clashed into each other with a loud bang! The sounds of muscles and bones colliding reverberated at the same time as the cracking sounds of bones breaking. In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Yan's golden arms were dyed red as blood burst out from every pore on his arms.

Ouyang Yan's body was hit and pressed by Yang Lie's Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds. Not only were the bones of his arms broken, even the bones of his shoulders and legs were crushed. More importantly, he was bleeding from all seven apertures. His figure shot out like a shell and he fainted on the spot.

"I said, you can't even take just one of my punches." Yang Lie's eyes scanned over the other nine people in a flash. "You guys, come at me together!"

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