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Chapter 943, Section 938: Inner Softness (Seeking monthly votes~)

They continued their discussion about many things related to Heaven, such as the Federation's attack plan, how the spoils of war would be distributed, how they could mount an effective counterattack, and how to deal with the Cherubim...

Some of these questions were answered, but most received answers that were almost evasive. However, it was clear that the Federation did not want to give answers, but rather felt that it was not yet appropriate to say so.

Perhaps because some important members are still absent, or perhaps because they are genuinely unsure, whatever the reason, this has led more and more invitees to realize that it is difficult to get answers to important questions here, at least not yet.

Therefore, they began to leave one after another. Although Fengshen held on for a while, he couldn't help but sneak away after seeing that more than a dozen invitees had left.

This time, Marne did not stop her.

Soon, only a handful of invitees remained in the hall.

Just as Maren was about to turn and leave, the old man who had been squatting in the corner of the hall suddenly stood up and walked straight toward him.

Seeing this, Marne also stopped and waited for him to come over.

Kong Shanzhi walked up to Marx and Engels, but first looked behind them.

He asked in a slightly naive tone:
Would you mind if we talked here?

The shadow nodded and disappeared behind Marne without saying a word.

After he left, the old man looked at Marne and extended his hand to him:

“Kongshanzhi”.

Marx and Engels reached out their hands:

"Marx and Engels".

A fierce and powerful force surged up Marne's arm in an instant, even heading straight for his heart, as if to kill him on the spot...

However, it dissipated on its own before Marx and Engels could counteract this force.

It was as if it were just his imagination.

The shadow is wrong.

The old man in front of me is already a martial artist who has reached the acquired level.

Kong Shanzhi released his hand with a smile:

"Not bad, I didn't expect you to be a martial artist too."

Marx and Engels replied with a smile as well:

"Likewise, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful martial artist among the federal senators."

Most people in this world wouldn't understand what he was saying at that moment because they had no idea what a martial artist was, but Kong Shanzhi could understand what Ma En meant.

Becoming a martial artist requires many excellent qualities: willpower, perseverance, and comprehension...

Kong Shanzhi revealed a hearty smile:
“You’re right. Most of the federal congressmen are indeed good-for-nothings. There aren’t many guys with skills like me. But I just happen to have a little talent in martial arts.”

"As for you, I've never heard of you before, and your martial arts skills..."

"This looks really impressive."

Although there is no evidence, Ma En can almost certainly conclude that the old man must have been a martial artist in the past, and possibly even a congenital martial artist, which would better explain his extraordinary talent.

Moreover, the other party's personality also closely resembled his stereotype of martial artists.

Marx and Engels feigned modesty and said:
"Oh, not at all, I just have a good teacher." Kong Shanzhi also deliberately feigned a curious expression:
"Oh, may I ask your esteemed master's name?"

Marx and Engels answered cooperatively:
"You should have heard of Li Hu's sister, Li Hongyu. You probably only know her as a martial artist."

Kong Shanzhi nodded:
"It's not just that I know her; to be honest, I've met her before. Although we only chatted for a few minutes, I could definitely sense that her martial arts were far superior to mine, and even surpassed Li Hu's."

"I just didn't expect that she would have a relationship with the spokesperson of the Secret Alliance."

"No, saying that might be taking a roundabout approach. Isn't she a member of the Secret Alliance?"

As the old man spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his originally honest expression became more cunning, revealing the fox-like face of a federal politician, and doing what a federal politician should do.

He is a martial artist, but he is not just a martial artist.

Mar and Eng simply smiled:
"You may guess as you please, but I will not reveal any details about the secret alliance. As our name suggests, it is an alliance whose identities are kept completely secret unless our members have their own ideas."

"Otherwise, I would never reveal any information."

Kong Shanzhi looked into Ma En's eyes and scrutinized him for a moment.

Then, with a hint of disappointment, he said:
"How can you be so boring? I thought that as a martial artist you would at least be more interesting. Whether it's Li Hu or your teacher, they are both particularly interesting guys deep down."

"How did someone like you manage to develop such martial arts skills?"

Marx and Engels answered calmly:
"Provocation won't work on me. You're a federal politician, so I'll treat you professionally. I haven't forgotten that you were just trying to test me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for such a trick."

Although Kong Shanzhi acted like a straightforward martial artist, Ma En had already realized that beneath his facade lay the soul of a federal politician.

If he truly expected to hear an "interesting answer," he wouldn't have asked the question to gather information, regardless of whether he had the answer the other party hoped for. However, as a martial artist, Kong Shanzhi had countless better questions to ask.

The "fierce" force he just displayed also exposed the true nature of his opponent.

During the period of signing the contract, the Federation could not threaten them, and the reason why the fierce force that just dissipated on its own did not pose a threat was not because Kong Shanzhi controlled it well enough.

Rather, it wasn't a threat at all.

There is nothing beneath the fierce exterior, so it is naturally not a transgression of the contract, just as Marx and Engels ultimately felt—it was just a misleading illusion.

This is the martial art used by Kong Shanzhi, which is almost equivalent to what kind of martial artist he is.

What kind of person.

Sure enough, after Marx and Engels subtly exposed his pretense, Kong Shanzhi instead smiled:

“Interesting, kid. I take back what I said. You’re more interesting than I thought. I’d love to see your martial arts skills and abilities. It’s a pity we have a more serious problem right now, otherwise I would really like to spar with you.”

Marx and Engels nodded:

"If you're telling the truth, we'll definitely have a chance to spar in the future."

Kong Shanzhi let out another hearty laugh:
"Hahaha, kid, don't misunderstand. I'm not some kind of reckless brute, nor am I the kind of guy who likes to wear my true thoughts on my sleeve, but don't think I don't like martial arts."

"If I didn't like and enjoy martial arts, I wouldn't have been able to reach this level today."

"I was sincere when I said I wanted to spar with you. There are very few people in the world who can truly master martial arts. For me, a martial artist like you is someone I can only dream of."

"If you're willing to practice with me a few times, you can name any conditions you want. As long as they're not too unreasonable, I can meet them. Of course..."

"Things like letting Shenxiao go or breaking the contract are not allowed."

　Asking for a monthly ticket~
　　(End of this chapter)