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Chapter 40 One punch! A glimmer of hope!

Shen Yan watched as the people at the front of the line were called up one by one.

It's clear that these people who came to participate in the inner sect assessment are all skilled practitioners.

Even if it hasn't reached the highest level yet, it already has a solid foundation.

Tie Ruyun was at most two or three years older than them, yet these people were powerless against him.

one person.

Two people.

……

They were all like this, and Tie Ruyun's face was full of disdain.

at last.

After the tenth person failed.

"You're all too weak. It's unfair for me to hit you. How about this, it's your turn to hit me. As long as you make me feel even a little pain, you'll be considered qualified."

It's clear that Tieyi doesn't care about these inner disciples, or rather, he looks down on these eliminated people.

She let her son play tricks on them on the field, just to make Tie Ruyun happy.

Seeing his son's behavior, Tieyi shook his head with a smile and whispered to the person next to him.

"This child is good in every way, except that he is a bit arrogant and complacent, and too naughty."

Upon hearing Tieyi's words, the man immediately responded.

"Ruyun, this is just the nature of a young boy. He'll naturally grow out of it as he gets older. Besides, he's already at the eighth rank at sixteen, so it's understandable that he's a little proud. He's a genius, after all! He always has to be a little arrogant."

Tie Yi stroked his beard, squinted, and smiled at Tie Ruyun on the field.

At this time.

A young man entered the arena, dressed in a coarse cloth outfit, revealing large muscles beneath his exposed skin.

Shen Yan felt that he should be at the ninth rank, making him the strongest person so far.

The boy's voice was somewhat simple and honest, and his expression was simple and honest. He bowed to Tie Ruyun with his hands clasped in a gesture of respect.

"Please enlighten me, senior brother!"

Tie Ruyun said calmly.

"Don't rush to call him 'Senior Brother' yet. Whether you can become a disciple of the Ironclad Hall depends on fate. Make your move!"

The boy's face flushed red, veins bulged, and he shouted loudly.

He punched Tie Ruyun hard. Shen Yan saw Tie Ruyun's face tighten and turn red, as if she was in pain.

Just then.

Tie Ruyun delivered a flying kick, sending the boy flying several meters away.

The boy coughed up blood, his face filled with shock, seemingly not expecting Tie Ruyun to make a move.

Tie Ruyun's face flushed slightly, but she still spoke calmly.

"You passed! Next one."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Ironclad Hall quickly carried the boy away.

After that, Tie Ruyun dared not be arrogant towards the others.

Although the assessment method remained unchanged, they secretly exerted their strength and tightened their muscles.

With the assessment halfway through, only a few people, including Shen Yan, had not yet taken the stage.

Apart from the boy, no one else passed.

Tie Ruyun looked at the people taking the test below and sneered.

"Someone like this thinks he can join my Ironclad Hall?"

At this moment, Shen Yan heard the slightly mocking whispers of the Ironclad Hall disciples beside him.

"This group is really unlucky. They ran into Young Master Ruyun. I'm afraid only one of them will make it through."

"Who can argue with that! Last time Young Master Ruyun presided over the assessment, not a single person passed."

"Others might back down, but Young Master Ruyun is truly going all out."

He looked rather grim after hearing this, never expecting to be so unlucky.

However, he was still confident in his strength. After all, he was an eighth-rank martial artist. Surely he could pass the test?

Soon it was Shen Yan's turn to take the stage.

Just as the disciples of the Ironclad Hall had said, no one else passed through.

The boy had only managed to pass by chance because Tie Ruyun was careless; Tie Ruyun had never intended for them to pass, and was just to amuse them.

Shen Yan had already cursed the father and son to the core in his heart.

"They're even more heartless than the jailers in the imperial prison. At least the jailers take money and do some work, though it's hard to say how well they do it. These guys just take money and do nothing, yet they have so many followers. It's really strange."

He stepped onto the training ground, and Tie Ruyun looked at Shen Yan in front of him with a slight frown.

"Why are there people this old here? What's the point of starting martial arts at this age?"

Shen Yan was displeased upon hearing this, but dared not show it, since he needed someone's help.

"Young Master, I admire the Iron Shirt skill of the Iron Armor Hall, so I have exhausted my family fortune to try my luck this time."

Upon hearing Shen Yan address him as "Young Master," Tie Ruyun's expression relaxed, and she seemed quite pleased, her tone softening as well.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance!"

Shen Yan said solemnly, "Please enlighten me, Young Master!"

He dared not be overconfident, after all, if he missed this opportunity, it would be difficult to find external training methods.

Shen Yan dared not reveal the azure true energy on the nameless ancient scroll, and could only circulate his qi and blood power, using all his strength.

His entire body was bathed in a faint golden light, and the morning sun shone on him, making him appear as if a god had descended.

Seeing this, Tie Ruyun dared not be careless and secretly activated his Iron Shirt technique.

Shen Yan threw a punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, which slammed heavily into Tie Ruyun.

puff!

Tie Ruyun was sent flying several meters backward, his face ashen.

Pointing his finger at Shen Yan, he couldn't catch his breath and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"you……"

silence.

A deathly silence fell over the scene.

Everyone present was shocked by the situation, seemingly not expecting such an outcome.

Shen Yan suddenly felt a chilling aura approaching him, followed by an angry shout.

"Whose spy dares to tarnish the reputation of my Ironclad Hall?"

The enraged man was none other than Tieyi, who could not remain calm upon seeing his beloved son injured.

If it weren't for the fact that it was in public, Shen Yan would probably have been punched to death by him.

Shen Yan quickly began to explain.

"I'm not a spy, and I didn't know that the punch was so powerful. I didn't do it on purpose."

But his explanation only added fuel to the fire.

Upon hearing this, Tie Ruyun fainted from anger. To him, it was clearly a mockery of his poor martial arts skills, implying that he was easily beaten.

Thinking back to how she had just made sarcastic remarks, she simply fainted.

Tieyi was also furious, and his dark face turned somewhat red.

Still retaining a sliver of reason, he asked his disciples about Shen Yan's background.

Upon learning that his surname was Shen, he became serious.

In Bianjing, the surname Shen was practically synonymous with the Duke of Dingguo, making him hesitant to offend them.

But if we let Shen Yan go, what will become of the Iron Robe Hall's reputation?

The atmosphere remained tense for a moment.

Shen Yan, the person involved, had no way to express his grievances; he had truly come here to learn the craft.

But now that he's in this state, he probably won't be able to learn the Iron Shirt technique.

He doesn't yet have any other external training methods.

After all, what he sought was an external cultivation technique that could reach the middle third rank, which was already extremely rare.

Just then, a shout rang out.

"Shen Yan!"

He turned around and was surprised to see Xiaoyu, a servant from Shen Rong's household. He hadn't expected him to be there.

Not long after.

Shen Rong squeezed out of the crowd and greeted Tie Yi.

"Iron Master, how have you been? This person is a member of our Shen clan, not a spy from another family. There must be some misunderstanding."

Tieyi naturally recognized Shen Rong, and seeing him appear and speak, it was no longer possible to pursue Shen Yan.

He could only say coldly.

"Then please take him away! My Ironclad Hall is too small to accommodate such a great Buddha."

Shen Rong, with a calm expression, left with Shen Yan.

Shen Yan left a silver note as payment for Tie Ruyun's medicine.

Tieyi watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his fists clenched and his teeth clenched.

Only the astonished disciples of the Ironclad Hall and those who had participated in the assessment remained at the scene.

Leave the Ironclad Hall.

Shen Yan discovered that the Second Young Master Shen Ci's carriage was parked at the entrance.

"Shen Rong, please invite him up!"

"Yes, young master."

Shen Yan was surprised that Shen Ci would invite him to ride in the same carriage. After getting in, he saw Shen Ci smiling and nodding at him.

The two were of similar age, and although Shen Ci's clothes were simple, the fabrics were of high quality.

He was so elegant and refined that just sitting there, he gave the impression of a noble young master.

"What are you doing at the Ironclad Hall?"

Shen Ci's voice was gentle and pleasant to listen to.

"Reporting to Second Young Master, I came here to learn martial arts. I've heard that the Iron Shirt technique of the Iron Armor Hall is a top-notch external training method, so I thought..."

Shen Ci chuckled, interrupting him. "Heh! You're quite something, coming to learn martial arts and even injuring Tie Ruyun."

Shen Yan scratched his head: "I didn't expect him to be so weak."

"That Iron Shirt technique isn't exactly top-tier; I possess countless superior techniques. However, since you haven't entered the Duke's mansion, it's inconvenient to teach it to you. But I do have a fragment of a manual I obtained by chance, which, ironically, has a connection to you. It was once a closely guarded secret of the Buddhist Temple. After Brother Mingli was released from prison, he mentioned it to me many times, saying you took good care of him in the dungeon. Consider this a token of my gratitude!"

Shen Yan felt a little embarrassed after hearing Shen Ci's words.

Song Mingli nearly died of poisoning in the prison, so how could he dare to take credit? Just as he was about to speak...

Shen Ci waved his hand.

"No need for further words, just follow Shen Rong to retrieve it."