"Trash, so many people can't even beat one short guy."
Yang Qianrou cursed them fiercely, making these members afraid to even lift their heads. It was too embarrassing.
They boasted of being the third-ranked elite hunting group, yet they couldn't defeat a single person.
"What's your name?"
Yang Qianrou ignored the rest and walked up to Ning Beichen, asking.
"Ning Beichen."
Ning Beichen boldly stated his name, as no one here knew him anyway.
As expected, Yang Qianrou showed no reaction upon hearing Ning Beichen's name, as there was no known strong individual by that name among those she knew.
"Very well, you can join the Rampage Hunting Group, but you must pass my test. If you can defeat me, you will be the vice-leader of the Rampage Hunting Group."
Yang Qianrou confidently said to Ning Beichen.
"Alright."
Ning Beichen readily agreed upon hearing such a good proposition.
This was his objective for coming here; he wasn't interested in being a mere soldier. If he were to do something, it would be to be in charge.
"You make the first move. You can choose any weapon."
Yang Qianrou extended her hand forward, arrogantly telling Ning Beichen.
"Once my weapon is drawn, there will be casualties. Let's settle this with bare hands."
You're fierce, but I'm fiercer; this was Ning Beichen's attitude, and he wasn't lying. Once the Bronze Ancient Sword was unsheathed, even Ning Beichen couldn't fully control its power.
"Fine, I'd like to see your skills."
Although Yang Qianrou appeared calm on the surface, her heart was burning with anger. In all these years, this was the first time someone had underestimated her.
"Great Brahma Sacred Palm!"
Yang Qianrou intended to teach Ning Beichen a lesson and unleashed her most potent technique.
A delicate hand struck towards Ning Beichen. The palm strike seemed ordinary and gentle, without any earth-shattering momentum.
However, Ning Beichen could sense the power of her strike; its force was at least comparable to that of a cultivator who had shed mortal form.
Therefore, Ning Beichen dared not be careless, yet he also didn't want to hold back. To join the Rampage Hunting Group forcefully, he had to let them witness his capabilities.
Furthermore, this was a way for Ning Beichen to reduce future troubles for himself.
Ning Beichen moved like a swimming dragon, twisting his body. His palm went from bottom to top, a defensive block parrying the incoming strike.
*Bang!*
The two palms collided, and an immense aura swirled around them. Faintly, a dragon and a phoenix could be seen entwined, soaring towards the heavens.
Ning Beichen's clothes billowed as if in a strong wind, yet he stood his ground steadily.
Yang Qianrou did not retreat either, but her face turned ashen, and her expression was grim. After about ten seconds, her clothes ripped with a *snap*.
Yang Qianrou stared intently at Ning Beichen, her fists withdrawn into her sleeves, her arms trembling slightly.
No one knew that the meridians in her arm felt like they were being burned, and her fists, hidden within her sleeves, were faintly turning black.
"Again!"
Yang Qianrou refused to accept defeat. She stomped her foot heavily on the ground and kicked towards Ning Beichen.
*Crack!*
A phantom tiger appeared beneath her foot.
This tiger was at least ten meters long, exuding a chilling gale as it ferociously charged towards Ning Beichen.
*Roar!*
The tiger's body was countless times larger than Ning Beichen's. In front of the tiger, Ning Beichen was like a tiny rabbit. No one believed Ning Beichen could survive the tiger's attack.
However, Ning Beichen didn't dodge. He stared at the oncoming tiger without blinking and kicked its head.
*Boom!*
The colossal tiger shattered into pieces, leaving only a swirl of gale on the ground.
After all, it wasn't a real tiger. Ning Beichen's kick had shattered the gale.
If Ning Beichen wasn't afraid of a real giant tiger, why would he fear a fake one?
However, this woman's attacks were indeed powerful. If she had faced anyone else today, she would likely have been defeated already.
"Still want to go?"
Ning Beichen waved his arm, dispelling the gale with a gust of wind, and asked Yang Qianrou.
Up to this point, Yang Qianrou had been the one initiating the attacks. Ning Beichen had only passively defended against her two strikes, not attacking proactively, thus giving her ample face.
"Come on!"
Yang Qianrou couldn't accept this outcome and, with an enraged expression, lunged forward and unleashed a barrage of fierce attacks on Ning Beichen.
*Bang! Bang!*
Yang Qianrou struck the wall, blasting several large holes. Ning Beichen's feet slid on the ground, moving like a phantom.
Yang Qianrou's attacks seemed to hit Ning Beichen every time, but he dodged them by the narrowest of margins, infuriating her, causing her chest to heave and her feet to stomp repeatedly.
This guy was too cunning. He never engaged her head-on, causing her attacks to miss and leaving her with nowhere to exert her strength, making her feel extremely frustrated.
"If you have the guts, don't dodge!"
Yang Qianrou shouted angrily at Ning Beichen.
"Alright."
Ning Beichen had initially intended to spare her some dignity, as she was the leader and he would be working under her in the future. However, this woman was too arrogant and failed to recognize, or perhaps refused to recognize, that Ning Beichen was already holding back.
"Die!"
Yang Qianrou's killing intent surged. Her arms vibrated like powerful motors, attacking Ning Beichen from both sides, intent on defeating him.
However, Ning Beichen just wanted to tell her one fact: she was thinking too much.
At this point, Ning Beichen no longer held back. Seeing her attack coming, he stopped dodging and simply unleashed a strike called "Great Annihilation."
That's right, he just slammed it forward, like a colossal grinding mill.
If Yang Qianrou were to be hit by this, she would be severely injured, if not killed.
Just as Yang Qianrou was about to be struck by the Great Annihilation, an old man appeared before her like a ghost. He pointed four fingers at the millstone in the air.
He blocked the attack of the Great Annihilation for Yang Qianrou.
*Bang!*
Ning Beichen retreated a step, warily observing the old man. As the saying goes, a true expert reveals themselves with a single move.
Ning Beichen could sense that the old man's cultivation and strength were no less than his own, which was why he didn't press the attack.
"Young man, show some mercy."
The old man shielded Yang Qianrou and said to Ning Beichen.
However, it was evident from his words and demeanor that he held Ning Beichen in high regard.
Moreover, he was inwardly shocked. While Ning Beichen's Great Annihilation strike appeared to be blocked with ease, only he himself knew the true difficulty involved.
Therefore, he was certain that the young man's strength was no less than his own, which greatly astonished him.
Ning Beichen made no further moves. He had no intention of harming Yang Qianrou; it was only because she had been overly aggressive that he had retaliated. Now, it was best to end the engagement.