"To put it simply, that little guy never leaves the martial arts academy except when he goes out to compete. There is a difficult martial artist who stays with him every step of the way. Even the people I sent out to contact him have no chance to get close, let alone those unfamiliar faces.

.”

George Hopkins shook his head and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

"The most terrifying thing is that the tiger has disappeared. No one knows whether he is hiding in secret to spy on all this. No one dares to ignore the threat of a top assassin..."

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch that kid climb all the way to the top in Hon Hai City?"

Roger Bronte stood up angrily and paced back and forth in the living room.

"If we can't even hold a child to death, what will businessmen from other countries think of us?"

"Do they think we are weak? Once they smell blood, they will pounce on us like sharks and carve up our sphere of influence!"

George Hopkins sighed and looked out the window leisurely.

"Even without this incident, they will continue to create friction and test our bottom line, just like we did to them..."

"And this [Lanzhou Rookie Competition] is a joint plan of all countries, and it is not our family's responsibility. Since we can't kill him, let other big shots have the headache."

When he said this, George Hopkins looked soothed and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"You mean?"

"Send him to the county town, or if that doesn't work, go to the state capital. There are more than a hundred cities in Lanzhou, and we only occupy the small Hon Hai City. Why should we solve the hottest potato?"

"But this will make us lose face."

"Face? How much is face worth? When he really kills all our people on the list, then he will really lose face!"

"Well……"

Roger Bronte scratched his hooked nose and frowned in confusion.

"But even if we want to send him to the county town, he has to reach the top in Hon Hai City. Those people in [Omniscient Eye] will not cooperate with us in cheating."

"It doesn't matter. With the strength he has shown now, after two or three games at most, he will reach the top directly. At that time, we will send him to the county to harm others!"

George Hopkins lay on his back on the sofa and smiled with relief.

……………………

In the early morning, Zhao Yinshun walked out of the gate of the martial arts academy dressed in white clothes and pursed his lips unwillingly.

hateful!

It’s so difficult to win the [Secret Records of True Martial Arts] in the Twelfth Heaven!

I have been practicing hard for several days, even after several rounds of [God], the number behind the level is still 36!

At this rate, if he wants to break through to level 37, he will probably have to exhaust several more rounds of divinity, which will take several days.

And if you want to push the remaining three dimensions of [Essence], [Qi], and [Shen] to the extreme wall, I am afraid that [Zhenwu Secret Record] must be cultivated to at least level 40. I wonder if this will be another hurdle...

If [Zhenwu Secret Record] before level 30 was driving on a wide highway, then after level 30, every time Zhao Yinshun practiced was like walking on a bumpy forest path.

Not only must we recognize the "road" ahead, but we must also ensure that the "qi chariot" carrying the [Essence] and [Shen] is not overturned by him...

Due to the increase in "micro-management", the consumption of [God] has also increased sharply, and the wear and tear of [Qi] has increased. In addition, the running route of [Mid Twelve Heavens] is longer than that of [Lower Twelve Heavens].

By a large margin, the result is that the practice progress of [Zhenwu Secret Record] is far lower than expected.

Sigh... If only I had infinite [Gods]...

Or [God]’s recovery speed could be faster!

Turning on the super-dimensional sensory training is really useless. I haven't really spent much time "cheating" these days. Most of the time is wasted waiting for the [god] attributes to recover!

Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly due to his far-fetched fantasy.

"When a child sighs, he will get wrinkles~"

Unknowingly, he reached his destination, and the charming voice reached his eardrums. Zhao Yinshun raised his head and glanced at Oakley Yani, who had a lollipop in her mouth, and walked towards the ring with a cold face.

After waiting for a few minutes, it was his turn to play. This time he finally got his wish and met a foreigner.

His long brown hair exploded like a lion, his old leather armor was stained with oil, and his thick beard almost covered most of his face. Only his huge rosacea nose and cloudy eyes hinted at his identity.

dwarf?

It was rare to see an opponent with the same height as himself. Zhao Yinshun looked at the opponent with great interest and found that his pair of sinister arms were thicker than his waist!

From a distance, this horizontally developed dwarf looks like a solid wall, with its lush beard stuck together by some semi-solid "ferment".

You can smell the strong "manly smell" on his body from a long distance away, and the hammer in his hand also exudes a suspicious fishy smell.

It's really clean and hygienic...

The smell that hit his face was so spicy that he couldn't open his eyes. Zhao Yinshun tugged at the corner of his mouth in disgust and slowly drew out his long sword.

"Zhao Yinshun, fight, Marzhidin Mendiro, the game begins!"

Huh~

Zhao Yinshun's figure instantly turned into a gust of wind and struck at the enemy. The long sword in his hand stabbed out a stream of mournful light, forming an arc and pointing toward the dwarf's throat.

【Flowing Wind Sword】!

The dwarf's cloudy pupils suddenly shrank, he raised the heavy hammer in his hand, twisted his waist, and whizzed towards the cold sword light.

But the expected feeling of impact did not return to his hand. The cold sword light twisted slightly like a phantom, evading the interception and reflecting a line of death in the dwarf's pupils.

【Mizongbu】!

The blow missed, and the heavy weapon had no time to change its attack. He could only watch helplessly as the beautiful yet cruel sword light grazed his neck and dissipated like the wind, leaving only a biting chill spreading in his throat.

"Hey..."

Throwing down the hammer, he grabbed his neck with both hands in vain. Behind him, Zhao Yinshun shook off a trace of blood on the sword's edge and gently sheathed the sword.

Before the divinity in his eyes dissipated, Zhao Yinshun suddenly sensed something and turned around to look deeply at the dwarf who was kneeling on the ground.

It’s this feeling again…

Something invisible and intangible spilled out, but I couldn't catch it.

what exactly is it?

With a slight frown on his brow, Zhao Yinshun could only helplessly sense that the strange phenomenon had calmed down, and watched the dwarf twitch and struggle, gradually losing his breath.

"Zhao Yinshun, victory!"

Oh oh oh~~

Instant kill!

Another instant kill!

Following the referee's announcement, the deafening cheers of the Damin people made the ring beneath their feet tremble slightly.

You foreigners are so inferior!~

Any kid here can kill you!
Chapter completed!