After confirming Yang Fan's participation, Lin Feng told him his plan, "You can start collecting the name list in the school. The first requirement is that you have to have a strong background and influence. The second requirement is strength!"
"Okay." Yang Fan nodded and told him about the Jianghu News Society that he had established.
"Oh!"
Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He did not expect there to be such a surprise.
Originally, he thought that Yang Fan only had a plan for his career, but he did not expect him to have already done it on such a scale. Three core members, four himself, and more than ten spies under each core member. Although it was just a small club among students, it was not easy to reach this stage.
Although these people did not have any talent or background, if they could gather together after graduation, this Jianghu News Society might have a great development.
"Well done, but your Jianghu News Society will still be managed and developed by yourself for the time being. When the martial arts group has really developed and expanded, then I will give you support."
Lin Feng patted Yang Fan's shoulder and smiled, "Originally, I did not know what the name of the society should be. Now, I will borrow the name of your news society. Our Martial Arts Society will be called Jianghu Budo Society. You and Gao Hai will be the core members of the society from today onwards."
"Jianghu Budo Society. Just hearing this name sounds domineering!" Gao Hai said excitedly.
"Hehe, got it." Yang Fan also smiled. Obviously, he was very satisfied with the name.
Although he did not know where Lin Feng's confidence came from, he did not know how he could get those students with strong backgrounds to voluntarily join. Even if they joined, he could not predict whether the Jianghu Budo Society could develop and expand, but at least from this moment onwards, he was no longer fighting alone.
This feeling of being organized was really exciting.
"Okay, I need you to do me a small favor," Lin Feng said.
"Say it. If I can help, I will definitely help," Yang Fan said.
"I want you to 'accidentally' leak out what I said to you today.
I won't be going to school for the next three days. Three days later, when I come to school, I want to hear the whole school talking about me! "
Although Yang Fan had some doubts, he did not ask further. In his opinion, there were only two possibilities. One was to slap Ya Ge in the face and make her regret it.
Secondly, he wanted the school leaders to pay attention to him. If Lin Feng really had such talent, the school leaders would focus on nurturing him. Mo Xun and the others would have to consider the consequences if they wanted to cause trouble for him.
"Well, don't worry. You'll know when you come," Yang Fan said with a smile.
Such shocking news did not even need three days. As long as it was leaked out casually, a single spark could start a prairie fire.
At this moment, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing the expressions of the teachers and students in the school when they heard the news tomorrow.
.....
After saying goodbye to Yang Fan, Lin Feng and Gao Hai skipped school.
For students, revenge could not be delayed overnight. If there were no accidents, Mo Xun and the others would come looking for trouble after school. In order to avoid that, he decided to retreat first.
It was not because he was afraid, but because he felt that it was unnecessary.
Although Lin Feng was not afraid of trouble, he did not plan to pretend to be weak.
In a few days, when the whole school knew that he was a peerless genius, some troubles would automatically disappear.
To Lin Feng, Mo Xun and the others were just small fries.
However, they were difficult to deal with, so there was no need to make enemies.
"Feng, are we really going to build our own martial arts club?" Shuttling through the bustling streets, Gao Hai could not help but ask while looking around.
He was still digesting the shocking news just now.
His own martial arts club?
It was inconceivable.
"Of course." Lin Feng nodded.
"Then do we need to collect membership fees?"
Gao Hai was puzzled. If they could have their own members like the Elite Martial Arts Club, they would be rich if they could collect millions of membership fees every month.
Forget about a million, even a hundred thousand was an astronomical figure to Gao Hai.
"We won't collect membership fees, but we'll use them to make money."
"How?"
"You'll know in the future."
Both of them chatted as they walked towards the city center.
To build the Jianghu Budo Society and plan for the future, Lin Feng needed some capital. At this time, he only had about 300 yuan left, so he had to earn some money.
"Gao Hai, how much money do you have?"
"Let me see, I have about 500 yuan." Gao Hai took out his pocket and counted the money.
"Give it to me first. Let's go earn some money now."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, Gao Hai handed the money to Lin Feng without any hesitation. He did not ask why, even if it was his remaining half a month's worth of food.
"Feng, where are we going?"
"To earn money!"
Under Lin Feng's lead, both of them walked towards the Thunder Martial Arts Club in the city center.
During the Great Cultivation Era of the Martial Arts Revival, all kinds of Martial Arts Dojos sprung up everywhere.
To martial artists, combat techniques were a matter of life and death. Techniques needed to be honed and opponents needed to be honed. Therefore, the Martial Arts Club was an indispensable place for martial artists to train every day.
Even those without martial arts talent were willing to train their bodies and spirits at the Martial Arts Club.
In Rivertown, the Thunder Martial Arts Club was the most famous.
The Thunder Martial Arts Club was one of the businesses under the Thunder Club. It was located in the busiest area of the city center and occupied a large area like a commercial plaza.
On the outer wall of the Thunder Martial Arts Club, a giant screen was broadcasting an intense battle.
The two combatants were obviously in the Physical Cultivation Realm and could not use spiritual energy. The violent breathing and the sound of the battle attracted the curious and excited gazes of the crowd.
"Let's go."
Leading the curious Gao Hai, Lin Feng stepped into the Thunder Martial Arts Club.
As soon as he entered, he felt a chill in his face. The first thing that attracted Lin Feng's attention was a huge rectangular screen in the middle of the hall.
Words scrolled on the screen from time to time. Below the screen, there were many martial artists in strange clothes holding pens and paper. They looked at the screen and recorded or discussed from time to time.
The Thunder Martial Arts Club had three floors. The first floor was the mission hall.
Other than training, the Thunder Martial Arts Club was also a place for martial artists to communicate and issue missions.
After all, a martial artist's energy was limited. Many martial artists would issue bounty missions here to find what they needed. Some were martial arts techniques, some were cultivation techniques, and some were rare treasures.
As long as one could afford the deposit, almost anything could be obtained.
The second floor was filled with various training areas and restaurants.
The third floor was the Martial Arts Club, which was also the most lively place in the Thunder Martial Arts Club.
Lin Feng brought Gao Hai directly to the third floor. As soon as they walked out of the elevator, a wave of boiling aura hit them in the face. Shouts, roars, and screams rose and fell one after another.
Not far away, hundreds of arenas were evenly distributed in the arena. Above the arena, nine giant screens were broadcasting exciting scenes. The most exciting battles would appear on the centermost screen.
"Kill him."
"Trash, didn't you drink milk?"
At this moment, the passionate audience was shouting loudly. Their excited and frenzied looks showed that they had placed bets.
Although Lin Feng had never fought in the Martial Arts Club, he had been here many times. He went directly to a counter.
"Sir, what service do you need?"
The young girl at the counter asked enthusiastically. She did not slack off just because Lin Feng was wearing a school uniform.
"Help me register a martial arts account. I'm going to participate in the battle arena."
"Mm, okay. The first time you register a martial arts account, it costs 100 New Dollars. Please provide your identity card number."
An identity card number was equivalent to a person's identity card and resume. From birth to school, residence, and strength were recorded and updated at any time.
After receiving the money, recording the number, and verifying the fingerprint, Lin Feng's young girl at the counter smiled. "Okay, the martial arts account has been registered. Mr. Lin Feng, you can choose a name."
"Name? Then I'll call it 'High School Student Challenges Rank-1 Martial Artist'."
Upon hearing this name, not only was Gao Hai surprised, but the young girl at the counter was also slightly stunned. She asked in surprise, "Sir, are you sure about this name?"
She had worked in the Thunder Martial Arts Club for three years, but such an arrogant name was rare!
This would attract a lot of hatred!
From the information on his identity, this Lin Feng was only a Rank-7 Physical Cultivator. With such strength, he dared to challenge a martial artist. Was he not overestimating himself?
Although the Martial Arts Club strictly forbade killing, things like broken arms and legs were still common.
There were not many martial artists with good tempers. Using such an arrogant name was obviously attracting hatred. Who knew, people might even hit him hard.
"Feng, do you want to change it?" Gao Hai also suggested.
In his opinion, even if Lin Feng was invincible in the Physical Cultivator realm, he would not be able to defeat a martial artist.
"Yes, sir. Please change it. This name doesn't sound good either." The young girl at the counter advised. She did not want to see this handsome young man being carried out.
"Okay."
Lin Feng nodded. Just as the young girl at the counter heaved a sigh of relief, he reported a new name. "Change it to 'High School Student Beats Martial Artist'!"
In Lin Feng's opinion, the previous name was indeed a little too low-key.
"Mm …"
The young girl at the counter was just about to enter the name on the computer when she was stunned by the name.
Why did he change it more and more arrogant?
Was he not afraid of being beaten to death?
"Are you sure?"
At this moment, the young girl at the counter's originally gentle face collapsed. In her opinion, Lin Feng was simply an idiot who was looking for trouble.
After Lin Feng nodded in confirmation, she did not continue to persuade him. She registered Lin Feng directly and handed him a card.
"Help me place the bet. All of you."
Lin Feng took out all the money he had on him, a total of 800 yuan, and handed it to the young girl at the counter. He said, "Random mode. Upper limit is Rank-1 martial artist. Rest time is five minutes. You don't need my permission. All winnings will be placed automatically!"
At this moment, the young girl at the counter had already determined that Lin Feng was a little abnormal.
Generally, the combat mode in the Martial Arts Club was equal. In other words, the system would match the opponent according to the data such as the age and weight of the two people. Then, the opponent would be matched according to the battle record. This way, both sides would be evenly matched and their strength would not be too different.
On the other hand, random selection was another challenge mode in the Martial Arts Club. The opponent was randomly selected without reference to the battle record or data.
Only those who had absolute confidence in themselves would dare to do this.
In the eyes of the young girl at the counter, it was crazy enough for a martial artist with only the strength of a Rank-7 Physique Cultivator to randomly select an opponent for the first time.
Moreover, the upper limit was Rank-1 martial artist?
That meant that the highest level he could match was Rank-1 martial artist?
A Rank-1 Physique Cultivator against a Rank-1 martial artist. Was he looking for death?
In the Thunder Martial Arts Club, one could only bet on their own victory. This was the rule. However, it was rare to see a continuous cycle of bets.
Although 800 yuan was not much, there was no need to waste it.
Without further persuasion, the young girl at the counter had already predicted the scene of Lin Feng being beaten up.
At this moment, a name named "High School Student Beating Up Martial Artist" appeared in the matching area on the big screen in the center of the stage. The moment this name's identity and information appeared, it attracted attention.
Among all the names, his name was the longest and the content was the most arrogant. It was difficult not to attract attention.
Not long after, as they waited curiously for the matching area to be matched with an opponent, they saw a young man walk up to the arena. The crowd was instantly stirred.
The young man was wearing a white shirt. On the front of the shirt was written "High School Student Beating Up Martial Artist". On the back of the shirt was written "Advertising Space". There was even a square frame drawn below, as if that was the so-called advertising space.