Cosmic Demon

Chapter 234 The Executive Deputy Master is in charge; feel free to challenge me!

To traverse the galaxy with one's physical body, one needs at least a life force exceeding a thousand points.

Even if they meet the standards, they cannot survive in outer space for long periods of time.

Leaving aside terrifying phenomena such as cosmic catastrophes and ghostly viruses.

The high-energy particles from supernova explosions and the intense radiation released by ejected celestial bodies are enough to annihilate the vitality of flesh and blood within a professional-level expert.

Only by breaking through to the fourth level of the Heavenly Gate, touching the threshold of the Grandmaster, and possessing powerful characteristics, can one remain unaffected.

An elderly man, wearing sandals and brightly colored floral shorts, dashed out of the observation deck in a very stylish manner.

The vacuum environment could not cause any disturbance to that frail and aged body.

On the contrary, the old man was as fast as a cannonball.

With a loud "boom," the frail figure, which looked like it was buried up to its neck in yellow earth, shot into the sky!

The old man's body was as hard as a high-grade alloy, and his kinetic energy was not reduced in the slightest. He directly smashed a fighter jet!
Bang!
A bright flash of light suddenly lit up the sky, and metal fragments exploded and flew everywhere!
"That's great! Perfect for loosening up my muscles! Sitting for so long, my old bones are practically rusting!"

Old Zhang laughed heartily, his beard and hair standing on end like swords and halberds.

He punched through the fighter jet's outer shell, then spread his five fingers and tore open the hatch with force.

Then, his figure flashed, sweeping across like a razor, the air billowing outwards, directly piercing through the incredibly sturdy military-grade space fighter.

Then, Lao Zhang suddenly leaped, using the spot as a springboard, and pounced on another "target" that resembled a falcon firing and strafing.

The terrifying firepower that could shatter most matter struck the decaying body like raindrops the size of beans, causing Old Zhang's colorful, loose short-sleeved shirt to sink half an inch in, without even touching his skin, before the violent kinetic energy vanished without a trace.

The mortal body forged by the old martial arts path is as sturdy as a massive warship, completely ignoring the firepower of fighter jets, smashing one after another with his bare hands, putting on a fireworks show for the dark universe.

In less than two minutes, the looting group of about seventy or eighty people was completely wiped out, turning into dust in outer space and buried in the Scorpion Corridor along with the wreckage of the warplanes.

Old Zhang, as if he had just finished his morning exercise in the park, leisurely hopped back to the observation deck, passed through the open passage, and returned to the civilian cargo ship.

Back on the upper deck, the bearded captain and first mate greeted Old Zhang with awe, dispersing the onlookers and treating him like an ancestor.

"Senior... I didn't know you were on the ship before. Please forgive me if I have been negligent in any way."

The bearded captain stared at the metal wreckage of more than thirty fighter jets, a chill running down his spine.

In this Scorpion Corridor region, a raiding group with such military strength is definitely one of the best.

The result was that they were swept away like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, leaving not a single piece intact.

Without a doubt, this is a giant Buddha statue!
"The food on your ship is a bit lacking, but otherwise there's nothing wrong with it."

Old Zhang waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Buying a ticket to take a boat is a matter of course. I'm not like some guy who only does things for free."

Upon hearing the words "poor food," the bearded captain quickly turned around and earnestly explained to the first mate:
"We must improve the quality of our food! We must use the freshest ingredients and have the chefs cook on-site to ensure that our seniors have a satisfying dining experience."

The first mate was on high alert, as if the lives and safety of the hundreds of passengers on the ship rested entirely on his shoulders.

"Do not let any irrelevant people disturb this old man."

Old Zhang wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, and slowly returned to his room with his hands behind his back.

"Captain...who is this senior's background?"

Only when Old Zhang's figure disappeared at the end of the restaurant did the first mate's tense nerves relax slightly.

"At least a grandmaster."

The bearded captain was equally terrified. Although he had not personally witnessed Old Zhang destroying the fighter jets and sweeping away the raiding party, he could infer the intensity of the battle from the wrecked battlefield.

According to his understanding, only grandmasters who have entered the Heavenly Gate can do this.

"How powerful it must be for a grandmaster to pilot a divine machine."

The first mate's eyes were full of anticipation.

"I reckon it could blow up a warship and breach a satellite fortress!"

The bearded man used his imagination.

He wasn't quite sure, after all, the most powerful person he had ever met was the commander of the satellite fortress's sergeant.

Even in the vast territory of Dongxia, masters of martial arts are few and far between.

"There aren't more than two dojos in the entire Black Xie Starfield, so I wonder which senior this is."

The first mate's mind raced, and he muttered to himself:

"Judging from this senior's style of doing things, he has the demeanor of a great person who doesn't care about trivial matters."

The bearded captain stopped the first mate from continuing.

In any case, it is extremely unwise to talk about a master behind his back.

The temperament and preferences of such a person cannot be judged by common sense.

In ancient times, they would have been an extraordinary class that held the power of life and death.

"That divine machine... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

After dismissing the first mate, the bearded captain scratched his head.

He recalled the fleeting glimpse he had just caught of that divine machine, its appearance as serene and holy as that of a celestial being.

"Where is it?"

The bearded captain simply couldn't remember.

……

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"The Azure Sky Imperial Edict of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy - Hunyuan Dou Kui first appeared at the Star Cup. The master has never revealed how he obtained this divine machine."

Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei rested her cheek on her hand, watching Qin Shi, who was enjoying his meal, with a serene smile.

"When Master was driven to a dead end by Qi Wuxiang, he awakened the Hunyuan Doukui and fought a great battle with the machine on the ancient star. Unfortunately, Qi Wuxiang had not yet met He Lanchan that year and was in an invincible state with the highest spirits."

Master still lost.

While digesting the bizarre food, Qin Shi lamented Old Zhang's terrible luck.

Having just debuted, and already wielding a top-tier machine, it's time for him to make a name for himself and showcase his talents.

As a result, they didn't even make it into the top ten, and instead ran into Qi Wuxiang, the biggest boss of the Star Cup.

Eliminated!

"After that, Master devoted himself to contemplation and finally created the 'Secret Manual of the Universe'. Then his first opponent was He Lanchan, who was silent until he made a name for himself and shocked the world."

Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei sighed as she recounted these past events, for the path of martial arts places great emphasis on seizing opportunities and luck.

If you are always slightly inferior or one step behind, it will be very difficult to catch up.

The original Ten Heroes burst onto the scene, shining brightly across the galaxy.

Why are only Qi Wuxiang and He Lanchan the most noticed?
the reason is simple.

Everyone is eagerly anticipating who among these two will emerge victorious, dominate for millennia, and become the God of War!
The result was very regrettable.

He Lanchan passed away peacefully, and Qi Wuxiang withdrew from the world.

No one was able to take the final half step.

"If Master had even a little bit of luck, things might not have turned out this way."

Yu Wei felt a pang of regret. As a disciple, seeing her master growing old inevitably brought her some sorrow.

"What level of cultivation does Master Zhang actually possess?"

Qin Shi asked curiously.

"At the fourth level of the Heavenly Gate, Master is probably at the threshold of the 'Emperors' level. The next step is the ultimate leap, the ultimate sublimation, reaching the level of He Lan Chan and Qi Wu Xiang."

"That's what Yu Weiwei said."

"Tsk! Zhang Shi was indeed unlucky, not guilty of any blunder."

Qin Shi wiped his mouth, feeling the same regret.

If Lao Zhang works a little harder, he can live a comfortable life by relying on the legendary figure.

After all, few of the original Ten Heroes are still alive. Living fossils of this caliber deserve respect wherever they are.

If Qi Wuxiang were to appear, even the chairman of the Martial Arts Association would have to address him as a senior and respectfully treat him with the courtesy due to a junior.

"Time is merciless; even martial gods cannot withstand its erosion and must use slumber to slow the passage of life."

Yu Wei sighed softly. Her master piloted the divine machine, breaking through the blockade and crossing the Milky Way to eliminate the trouble.

Perhaps it's a desire to indulge oneself to the fullest before the end of one's life!
Ever since the murder of his second senior brother Shen Changyuan, his master went on a killing spree.

They were then targeted by the Hengzhou authorities and placed on that danger list.

From then on, he was confined to a wheelchair, staying indoors and remaining silent for a long time. On the one hand, he did not want to cause any more trouble and make the disciples of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy suffer from the Martial Arts Association or other forces; on the other hand, he also had little time left to live and was too weak to cause any more trouble, so he could only swallow his anger for the time being.

"In this vast sea of ​​stars, is there nothing that can prolong life?"

Qin Shi frowned.

"The body of a Grandmaster is already extraordinary, and the rare resources that ordinary life-sustaining methods can no longer be of any use."

The fish shook its head slightly:

"Unless it contains some 'immortal' qualities."

Qin Shi raised an eyebrow and asked:

"for example?"

"Most of them are related to the Star Gods. The Star Gods are the only beings that come close to the pillars of the gods, and they can condense some immortal qualities within their bodies."

As Qin Shi listened to Yu Weiwei's explanation, the image of the pixelated, cute creature on the Monument panel popped into his mind.

“Junior Brother Qin, with Master away from the dojo, the Nanhuang Dojo is counting on you.”

After Qin Shi finished eating, Yu Weiwei got up to clear the plates and smiled gently:
"You should know that it's quite common for dojos to issue challenge letters or visit each other to ask for a fight. Without your master here, someone might want to challenge you."

Is there such a good thing?

Qin Shi's eyes sparkled, revealing a hint of excitement.

He was eager to be beaten by a master, so he could build up his armor and calm his mind.

Until he accumulated enough experience and finally mastered the Hundred Forms Refining Technique and the Body Cultivation Furnace, he completely entered the professional field.

"I'll have Senior Brother Ren open the gates right away and welcome guests from all directions!"

Qin Shi rubbed his hands together, intending to move a stool to sit by the door.

As his thoughts wandered, a bold idea suddenly popped into his head.

A moment later, Zhou Ning, who had finally regained his strength, brought over two large buckets of ink with a bitter expression:

"Old Qin, aren't you being a bit too high-profile?"

"Are you talking to the executive vice president of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, the rising star of the Tai'an metropolitan area, the top-ranked player in the Hengzhou Top 100 Competition, and the number one local genius?"

Qin Shi deliberately glanced at the other party sideways.

"Are you reciting the names of dishes?"

Zhou Ning's lips twitched.

Watching Qin Shi swing a mop, exert force in his arm, and write with flowing strokes and splashing ink!
Two rows of large characters, resembling a couplet, were neatly presented before Zhou Ning's eyes.

He grinned and said:

"That's far too arrogant."

Zhou Ning hung the calligraphy out, and it fluttered in the wind.

Then, turning back to look at Qin Shi, who was sitting on a small stool by the door eating sunflower seeds, he muttered to himself:
"Why does it look like my dad's gone fishing? Nobody's going to take the bait."

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"The number one person under heaven, unparalleled in the world?"

The following day, three figures appeared in the open space in front of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, and one of them read aloud the calligraphy hanging outside.

"A message left during the Qin Dynasty? This successor of the Southern Huang Martial Arts School is quite arrogant, which fits my stereotype of martial arts paths."

The speaker was tall and stood upright, his posture neither slouching nor lax, like a spear pointing to the sky; he clearly had military service experience.

The burly man to his left was like a gorilla, much taller than him by a head, roughly estimated to be close to two meters tall, his strong muscles stretching his camouflage work clothes very tightly.

Compared to these two, the one on the right appears "thin and frail," barely 1.7 meters tall, and rather fair-skinned, resembling a refined scholar.

"After all, he just made a big splash and is undoubtedly the strongest young genius in the country. It's understandable that he's full of vigor and a bit flamboyant."

The scholar spoke slowly and politely.

"Pah! You little brat who hasn't even grown a full head of hair yet! You dare call yourself 'Number One in the World'? What, does he want to be Qi Wuxiang's successor? A good beating will teach him a lesson!"

The burly man, resembling Captain Ape, was far less polite, crossing his arms and clearly squeezing his overly developed pectoral muscles.

"That's too rude, Lao Lin. You're a top student from the Southwest Associated University, can't you at least have some basic manners?"

The scholar shook his head.

"I just can't stand it! This little brat pretends to be an expert. This kind of trash should be thrown into the army and given a good beating to put an end to his arrogant attitude!"

The burly man grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth that contrasted sharply with his dark skin, exuding a fierce and wild aura.

"Old Jiang, what do you say? You be the judge!"

The scholar and the burly man both looked at the person in the center.

"At seventeen or eighteen, young and impetuous, it's not a bad thing to be a little arrogant."

The other party slowly spoke:
"The number one person under heaven, unparalleled in the world, haha, this is interesting."

He put his hands in his pockets, staring at the calligraphy. The writing was mediocre, but the words were arrogant.

Veteran soldiers from military units are most intolerant of this kind of "provocation".

Those soldiers who made it into the regular army were all troublemakers.

They only appear obedient and compliant when they have superiors keeping them in check.

But once released outside, they're like wild horses running rampant, easily causing trouble.

In the early stages of the Great Expedition, soldiers on leave went home to visit their families. A minor skirmish escalated into a conflict, with each side sending reinforcements, eventually turning into a chaotic melee comparable to a military exercise.

There are countless examples of this.

It wasn't until Commander Qin ordered a crackdown on misconduct, imposed strict requirements, and arranged for inspectors to patrol, record, and punish offenders that things began to improve.

"Hera said we shouldn't cause any trouble, so as not to affect our superiors."

The scholar sighed; he knew that going out with these two idiots would lead to nothing but trouble.

“They are on the shortlist for the Fire Seed selection and are under strict protection in the Tai’an metropolitan area. If you dare to cause trouble, the inspection department can bring out military aircraft to suppress you.”

Upon hearing the words "commander," the burly man, who resembled Captain Ape, felt a bit intimidated. A major demerit was a minor matter for him, but facing the commander's thunderous rage was worse than being put in solitary confinement.

The Wind Scythe Army is known for its strict discipline and clear distinction between superiors and subordinates.

"Forget it, it's their territory. We don't need to make a big deal out of a few grand words they say."

The burly man planned to pull "Old Chiang" away; they were just passing by.

"I remember that according to the rules of the martial arts world in the old era, when a dojo opened its doors, it meant that it welcomed invitations from all directions and waited for skilled people to come to its door."

The young man surnamed Jiang grinned and said:

"Isn't he the successor of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy? The academy master is away, so he's in charge. So, I'd like to issue a challenge. Will he accept?"

The scholar covered his forehead with his hand; this was bad.

If it were Wei Tu, who was like a gorilla, he could probably persuade him.

But if it's Jiang Shijie, who acts as the backbone, then there's nothing that can be done.

"Old Chiang... are we really going to fight? Even if we win, it won't look good. People will gossip and say we're bullying the weak!"

The scholar softened his tone.

"Do we soldiers care about that? What's most important in war? The outcome! Only the winners have a voice. As for reputation? Who cares!"

Jiang Shijie was rubbing his hands together, ready to step onto the steps, when suddenly a person ran out excitedly.

"A challenger has come to our door? We've been waiting for someone to show up!"

Qin Shi rubbed his hands together eagerly, looked at the three figures below the steps, and nodded repeatedly with great satisfaction:
"I'll be in charge of the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy! We'll skip the formalities and keep things simple. Which of the three of you wants to go first?"

The three were stunned, their bodies frozen in place.

They observed Qin Shi's excitement and, to put it bluntly, used a rather unpleasant analogy.

Like a hair salon owner who hasn't opened for business in a long time, looking at passing customers, wishing he could forcibly drag them inside.

The scholar took two steps back and looked up at the large plaque hanging outside.

It's definitely the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy!

Legend has it that he made a name for himself and overshadowed the most outstanding talents of his generation in Hengzhou.

This is the kind of stuff?

He couldn't help but doubt the overall level of martial arts in Hengzhou.

(End of this chapter)