Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint
Chapter 667 - 39: Jiang Yiming Breaks the Deadlock! _3

Chapter 667: Chapter 39: Jiang Yiming Breaks the Deadlock! _3

Countless gazes gathered at once.

"What are you doing!!"

A furious shout rang out, and two figures quickly approached.

In just a few steps, they crossed several zhang and appeared next to Jiang Yiming and the burly youth.

One of them glanced at the distant effeminate youth and nodded slightly, immediately understanding the situation.

The next moment.

He took a step to the burly youth’s side, squatted down slightly, and placed the five fingers of his right hand on the shin bone that Jiang Yiming had just kicked.

Then, he exerted force instantly.

Crack—

The sound echoed.

Ah!!!

The burly youth let out a heartrending scream, even more exaggerated than before.

The other accompanying Martial Arts Garden student, now very close, cast a meaningful glance.

The sound of the shin bone cracking was so close, how could he not hear it?

"At such a young age, you strike so viciously?" After breaking the burly youth’s shin bone, that Martial Arts Garden student immediately looked at Jiang Yiming.

...

In the distance.

Jiang Ning saw this scene and couldn’t help but smile.

He had arrived on the scene just a moment earlier.

With his powerful five senses enveloping the area, he had almost fully grasped everything happening there.

At this moment, he was also very curious about how Jiang Yiming would handle the situation.

Although the cause of this incident was due to him, he didn’t want to step in and help Jiang Yiming right away.

After all, there’s a long road ahead, and he can’t protect Jiang Yiming for a lifetime.

Jiang Yiming also ultimately needs to grow.

Beside him, Bai Luoyu smiled.

"Brother Jiang, it seems your nephew is in trouble, does he need my intervention?"

"Not necessary for now!" Jiang Ning also smiled, "Let him handle it for now!"

Then he added, "To think, Brother Bai, that you’re already a grandfather at such a young age! And today you brought your granddaughter for the Martial Arts Garden entrance examination."

Bai Luoyu looked helpless, "Big families, these situations are inevitable! In terms of seniority, within my clan, I’m both a grandfather and called grand-uncle by those younger than me!"

"However, at my current level, there’s no one blind enough to actually make me call them that!"

Bai Luoyu’s intent to befriend Jiang Ning grew even stronger because, observing up close, he saw the Divine Radiance lingering between Jiang Ning’s muscles, making him appear as if shrouded in a layer of glow.

This is a sign of marrow cleansing.

It also signifies Jiang Ning has stepped into the Fourth Grade before him.

Although when he saw the noonday glow fall into Jiang Ning’s courtyard that day, he knew Jiang Ning’s Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill had achieved Great Success, and its momentum had reached the second or even third level.

Marrow cleansing had become a natural progression.

But when this reality was truly before him, he still felt deeply amazed.

At his age, reaching Martial Arts Fourth Grade, even a Divine one would be no more than this.

At this time, hearing Bai Luoyu’s words, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but smile.

In big families, continual expansion is common and not surprising.

In his past life’s hometown, a village, or a family shrine, such occurrences were usual.

Then both of them continued to look in Jiang Yiming’s direction, watching how he chose to handle this sudden situation.

...

In the long queue.

Jiang Yiming could instantly tell this was a setup.

A setup aimed at him.

"If uncle were here, what would he do?" The image of Jiang Ning flashed in his mind.

This thought flashed by in an instant.

"A distinguished Martial Arts Garden student, for personal gain, colludes with outsiders, trying to cut off my martial path!!"

Jiang Yiming circulated his Qi-Blood, his voice like thunder, instantly echoing around.

At this moment, everyone’s gazes immediately turned toward him.

Even Wang Qintan, who was overseeing the admissions, looked over.

Just from such a powerful voice, she could tell that the speaker had extraordinary Qi Blood Power, evidencing a solid strength.

The girl in the pink long dress next to her also curiously peeked and saw Jiang Yiming through the crowd.

"That appearance... somewhat resembles him!!"

The image of Jiang Ning seen atop the city wall that day instantly appeared in her mind.

As the figures overlapped in her mind, she saw a striking resemblance to Jiang Ning in Jiang Yiming.

Meanwhile, the Martial Arts Garden student who had just meddled showed a slight change in expression.

"Kid, barking nonsense, are you courting death??"

Jiang Yiming looked at him sternly.

"I don’t know who you are working for, but don’t think your petty tricks can fool those above!"

"Sending someone to cut the line, create conflict with me, and then break his leg bone to pin it on me."

"Using this as an excuse to expel me, halting my application for admission."

"Today, I will show you that the tactics of a worm in the gutter can’t be exposed under the sunlight."

His loud voice resonated all around.

Once the voice dropped.

Jiang Yiming burst forth suddenly, Qi-Blood exploding from within.

At this moment, his heart raged like a volcano.

Swinging his fist down, seemingly about to hammer the earth flat.

Jiang Yiming knew that to break this setup, he must draw the attention of the big shots in the Martial Arts Garden.

His current sole reliance is his astonishing strength at only fifteen years of age.

With a flick of his arm, he wielded a force of a thousand jins.

And this punch, more than a thousand jins.

He aimed to showcase his natural talent, to let those significant figures in the Martial Arts Garden, who had just glanced his way from his loud declaration, see him and his extraordinary strength at this age.

Uncle wasn’t by his side.

He now could only leverage greater momentum to break the situation.

At merely fifteen years of age, entering the realm of Martial Arts, with skin as tough as bronze and a strength of a thousand jins, was the capital he relied on.