Everything happened too fast; in just one exchange, Long Chen shattered the jaw of the earth-covered man.
The sound of bones shattering made everyone present shudder. Di Baotian groaned in pain and was knocked to the ground by Long Chen's sword.
Di Baotian felt dizzy from being slapped; he never imagined that disciples of the Pill Institute could possess such immense power.
Because pill cultivators belong to the soul cultivator category, their most defining feature is a frail body. From the start, he didn't take Long Chen seriously. Seeing Long Chen looking thin and frail, he hadn't expected to be hit in a vital spot so quickly.
"Crack, crack
!"
Long Chen smashed the jaw of the man with a single sword strike. While he was still dizzy, Long Chen kicked him twice in succession, breaking his arm. His strikes were clean and ruthless.
"Smack!"
Long Chen stomped on the chest of the man with the earth-covering sky. The man immediately coughed up blood. He tried to struggle, but Long Chen's kick was like a mountain pressing down on him, forcing him to breathe more than to breathe. His face turned purple, his eyes bulging outward like a toad crushed by something heavy, ready to burst open at any moment.
"You're sick, your brain is sick, your chin is sick too. Let me help you take care of it." After Long Chen finished speaking, he struck his chin with a sword. With a loud bang, a bone flew out from Di Baotian's jaw.
The man from the underworld screamed in agony, but as soon as he spoke, his breath faded, blood immediately spurted wildly, his chest caved in, and Long Chen had actually crushed his sternum under his feet.
"That's a foul! Take him down for me."
Only then did the examiner snap out of his shock. With a furious shout, eight instructors wielding long sticks charged at Long Chen at once, eight wooden sticks whistling through the air, smashing toward him.
"Get lost!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, his tongue thundering like spring lightning. He swung his long sword, channeling force into his arm. With a single slash, the wooden sword in Long Chen's hand shattered.
The long sticks in the hands of those eight men all broke, each one splitting like a tiger, blood gushing out, overturning the water, each face filled with shock.
How could someone with such a heavy mundane aura possess such terrifying power? It was as if a barbarian dragon was hidden within this person's body—truly terrifying.
The examiner was also stunned. At this moment, Long Chen kicked the Di Baotian aside and walked toward him step by step. His face changed dramatically, and though he looked fierce but was weak, he shouted:
"You... What do you want to do... "Ouch!"
Before he could finish, Long Chen slapped him hard across the air, sending him rolling far away, crashing into the wall before stopping. He struggled to stand up, but after a few tries, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.
"Brother, you hit the examiner. This must be quite a problem. I'll take you away. I'll go find Senior Sister Qingyun—she'll help you." The man who had previously been targeted by Dibaotian now came out and said to Long Chen.
Long Chen was just about to ask who the Senior Sister Qingyun he mentioned was, when suddenly a cold snort came from the doorway:
"Does Mu Qingyun have the guts to do that?"
At that moment, a group of people entered—more than a dozen in total. All dressed in white robes, their divine power surging with energy, their divine power fluctuating around them like burning flames.
Leading them was a lean man with a sharp mouth and monkey-like face, with no flesh on his face and very high cheekbones, looking like a monkey in clothes.
This man walked ahead, seemingly the leader of the group, chin slightly raised, his expression full of pride.
"You need to be careful. This person is a top expert on the Divine Daoist Ranking. No matter what they say, don't pay attention to them. I believe Senior Sister Qingyun will arrive soon." The man whispered to Long Chen.
"This is going to be a bit tricky." Long Chen didn't know why this man was helping him, nor who that so-called Senior Sister Qingyun was. But asking him to ignore everything was probably impossible.
However, Long Chen was becoming increasingly interested in the Divine Academy. These disciples could openly interfere in the assessments and undermine fairness. Had the Divine Academy already rotted to the bone?
"How dare you disturb the exam hall and beat up the examiner? Kid, if you've got guts, I like it." The thin man sized up Long Chen from head to toe and said calmly.
"Forget it, you look like a monkey who's become a spirit. It's disgusting. Besides, my human nature is completely normal, so please don't disgust me." Long Chen frowned. This guy is crazy, speaking incoherently.
"Pfft..."
Just as Long Chen finished speaking, a distant sneer came from afar. He turned around and saw that at some point, a group of Divine Academy disciples dressed in white were walking over.
Leading the group was a woman, with willow-shaped brows and phoenix-like eyes, a peach-like face and jade-like cheeks, and her long hair cascading down like a waterfall to her waist.
She was tall and graceful, yet carried an untouchable charm. Her lips were thin, and the brows were slightly raised. Judging by her features, she was a woman of extreme strength and determination—someone who refused to submit to others and was hard to conquer. To put it simply, she was a strong woman.
At this moment, the woman's expression was somewhat strange, as if she wanted to laugh but held back. The two women beside her couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
They seemed to have never heard Long Chen speak like this before; they were hit with laughter right now. Even though they knew it shouldn't be now, they couldn't help but laugh.
The skinny monkey-like man was so angry his eyes blazed with fury. Today, he had been humiliated by a boy who had just entered the academy, and in front of so many people. His face twisted, and suddenly he stretched out his large hand, his withered claws striking at Long Chen's throat like lightning.
"Smack!"
"Bang!"
Long Chen slapped the skinny monkey across the face, then a phantom of a hand landed on the skinny monkey's chest. The skinny monkey was blasted far away, collapsing to the ground like a dead toad.
Long Chen and the woman were both stunned. Long Chen's move was almost instinctive. His hand had just struck the skinny monkey's face when the woman's attack arrived. Clearly, the woman had used this move to save him.
The woman was also extremely shocked. She knew the skinny monkey's temperament—ruthless and shameless, never going easy just because the opponent was weak. She had prepared in advance, and when the skinny monkey's divine power activated, he struck directly.
Long Chenju arrived first, and that slap was incredibly powerful. Even without her attack, the skinny monkey couldn't harm him. This shocked the experienced and experienced herself, and Long Chen's palm was perfectly natural, like an antelope hanging from its horns, flawless and completely stunning.
The woman walked up to Long Chen and said, "Such beautiful skills! Your earthly aura hasn't faded, so you must be someone ascending from the lower realm."
With such means, you must be a dominant powerhouse in the mortal realm. Forgive me, but I am Mu Qingyun, and I have yet to consult you...."
Long Chen was just about to state his name when a cold laugh suddenly rang out: "The arrogant Mu Qingyun actually curries favor with a newcomer? Do you have no confidence in this Human Ranking contest?" It's truly sad, laughable. "