Wang Lu Feng and Wang Nanguo sat together in the back seat of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau's SUV, driving on the highway.

"Dad, what's there to see in a martial arts tournament? I heard it's just a bunch of unsuccessful first-grade Martial Artists. I'd rather eat mom's dumplings."

Wang Lu Feng complained.

Ever since he started special training, it had been a long time since he had eaten dumplings.

Wang Nanguo needed to go to Yu Liang City to personally interrogate a criminal. He heard there was a martial arts tournament with sky-high ticket prices, and he managed to get a few tickets.

Thinking that his son was about to go to college, he decided to take Wang Lu Feng along to have a look.

"Lu Feng, you're young, be careful not to become arrogant.

"Although first-grade Martial Artists are weak, the combat awareness and understanding of extreme killing among these fighters are not weak at all.

"These people even control their breathing rhythm for life-and-death combat. You're just a simple Qi and Blood Martial Artist right now, you need to see more of the world.

"Once you've witnessed a real fight for life, you'll understand how weak you truly are."

Wang Nanguo spoke sternly.

Over the past six months, Wang Lu Feng had not trained in the potential class.

By chance, Wang Nanguo met a retired injured Grandmaster who was willing to personally train Wang Lu Feng's Qi Blood.

Unfortunately, the Grandmaster preferred solitude due to his injuries and was only willing to train Wang Lu Feng.

This was a repayment of Wang Nanguo's kindness from years ago; others didn't stand a chance.

So, Wang Nanguo specifically approached the Education Bureau to have his son withdrawn from the potential class, although the college entrance exam still counted within the Hongyuan City Education Bureau.

With a rare opportunity for help, Wang Nanguo's goal was to have his son undergo a bone-washing and become a Golden Bone Elephant.

Although the chance before the college entrance exam was slim, after entering Wuda, they would support bone-washing during the first-year stage.

Still, your college entrance examination score must be above 27 cards, or you won't be of bone-washing value.

Wang Lu Feng showed promise, reaching 23 cards in six months.

There's still half a year, and 27 cards seem hopeful.

"Dad, don't worry. I'll definitely succeed in bone-washing.

"After the college entrance exam, you can boast to everyone: my son Lu Feng has the potential of a Grandmaster."

Wang Lu Feng smiled arrogantly, exuding an invincible aura.

He wondered how that kid Su Yue was doing lately.

18 cards in the joint exam.

So what?

Your brother Lu Feng has a master who is a Grandmaster, giving me plenty of Spirit Medicine.

My goal, Wang Lu Feng, is bone-washing.

To be in the top 100 in the national college entrance examination.

If my estimates are right, Su Yue might break through to 21 cards at most.

2 cards in two months of Qi Blood is actually overestimating him.

Oh, my Gong Ling.

How have you been?

I will surely attend North Wuda, so don't fail the exam. Long-distance relationships are difficult.

If we both make it to North Wuda, it will be a romantic life under the flowers, by the riverside, without a care in the world.

...

Yu Liang City Admiral's Mansion.

Today, the Admiral's Mansion held a banquet to entertain the visiting Legion Major General Pan Yizheng of the Miracle Corps.

The Admiral, three Vice Admirals, and the directors of various bureaus were all in attendance.

The Military Department plans to build an arms factory in Yu Liang City, and the Legion Major General of the Miracle Corps personally came to sign the contract, planning to stay for a few days.

"I heard Major General Pan Yizheng recently wiped out the Four-armed Race, beheaded a Grandmaster of the enemy army. It's truly commendable, truly commendable."

The Admiral repeatedly praised during the meal.

This wasn't false flattery. Slaying an enemy Grandmaster is genuinely not easy.

"General Pan has elevated the prestige of our race, a pillar of the nation, we all admire you immensely."

Others chimed in.

"Alas, killing a Grandmaster still doesn't change the overall situation.

"In the past decade, most of the Wet Ghost Towers guarded by the Divine Land have been relatively stable.

"But recently, in addition to the Four-armed Race, Steel Bone Race, and Yangxiang Race, the Palm Eye Race has joined as well, hitting our defensive structures several times. Once I'm done here, I have to rush back to the battlefield."

Pan Yizheng wore a worried expression, filled with concerns.

"In the past few hundred years, the number of Martial Artists from our race has continuously risen, and the once disdainful alien races have begun coveting our hearts.

"The Palm Eye Race once found human hearts filthy, yet now they too have joined the battle, shameless."

The Admiral slammed his cup in anger.

"Alas, this is the price of strength.

"In the Wet Realm, our race is growing more, and Earth Martial Artists are even called a Wet Realm race. With Earth as our back garden, nearby alien races are becoming restless.

"The challenges for Earth Martial Artists are just beginning. No one knows how many races exist in the Wet Realm, which is the most frightening thing."

Pan Yizheng sighed.

The Palm Eye Race.

As the name implies, an eye resides in their palm, granting excellent vision and a knack for long-range attacks.

This is why Earth Martial Artists are wary.

In other countries, the suppression status of the Wet Ghost Towers isn't stable. Even with the nationwide diligence of the Divine Land, it's still impossible to solve the global crisis.

"When the soldiers come, the general blocks, water comes, the earth repels, our seven major corps in Divine Land have never feared anyone.

"General Pan, since you're back, why not rest for a few days. When it's time to fight, we risk our lives. When it's time to rest, we rest easy."

The Admiral advised.

"Oh, I heard there's a cross-year tournament at the martial arts club, causing quite a stir. Get me a ticket.

"It's been a while since I've been to a martial arts venue, and I kind of miss it."

Pan Yizheng suddenly said.

"You, a dignified Major General, interested in watching a fight between first-grade Martial Artists?"

The Admiral was surprised.

"When I was young, I used to sneak out to participate in martial arts fights to earn money. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, with no chance to return.

"Although first-grade fights are weak, this is, after all, where my martial arts dream started, and where I made money in the past.

"Now that I'm here, it will serve as a commemoration. Adults can sometimes watch cartoons too!"

Pan Yizheng laughed.

Several other officers looked troubled.

Watching first-grade Martial Artists fight?

Idle?

With that time, it's better to take a walk on the street.

"Prepare a ticket; I'll sneak in quietly, watch it, then leave. Don't make it known."

Pan Yizheng read his subordinates' thoughts and instructed.

"That's simple. Get them to find a VIP room; I'll accompany the General to watch. I liked martial arts when I was young too.

"By the way, this martial arts is worth watching.

"Supposedly, one of the kids is a high school senior, likely there for special training.

"He set a record for being top in the sparring list and created the quickest winning streak in the first-grade rank. Importantly, he's yet to be graded, planning for bone-washing.

"The fighter he challenges is known for brutality and a penchant for killing. For someone so young to challenge such a fierce person is truly courageous.

"Of course, such talent is the future pillar of our Divine Land. I've instructed the referees to ensure the opponent's life is spared, should they admit defeat, but things depend on people, and the risks remain."

Since the Admiral is stationed here, he's also a fan of martial arts.

The battle between Guangkun and Bai Zhao has the Admiral secretly keeping tabs.

"Oh... a high schooler, achieving 99 consecutive wins is impressive, certainly without being graded."

Pan Yizheng raised his eyebrows, taking even greater interest.

Suddenly, Pan Yizheng thought of Su Yue again.

This kid had taken 15 Qi Blood Pills from him back then, and he wondered how his training was going.

With Su Yue's ability, he should have surpassed 20 cards by now.

...

"Wow, this is Bone-Washing Water, worth 1.5 million.

"Heroine, do you need a porter? An hourly wage of 2000 will do, I'm very well-behaved."

After arriving in Yu Liang City, Yang Lezhi learned that Xu Baiyan's backpack contained a bottle of Bone-Washing Water.

"This is for my brother, I've saved up for a long time.

"Contact your instructors quickly, I need to see my brother."

Xu Baiyan glared at Yang Lezhi.

"Wow, the magical sibling... Do you need another brother? I've always dreamed of having a sister since I was a kid, to pour tea for her, rub her legs, and massage her shoulders..."

Yang Lezhi stared dumbfoundedly at the Bone-Washing Water.

How come Xu Baiyan is so wealthy?

"Say another word, and I'll cut your parts to make medicine."

Who are you to be my brother?

"I've contacted them, Su Yue isn't in class. It's said he'll return after the New Year.

"However, the instructor gave me a ticket for the martial arts venue. I got an extra one—front-row VIP seats. Interested in taking a look?"

Yang Lezhi waved the tickets in his hand.

"First-grade Martial Artists playing house, is it interesting?"

Xu Baiyan snorted.

"Just think of it as watching a cartoon. We're free anyway."

Yang Lezhi said.

"Alright, since we're bored anyway, let's take a look."

Xu Baiyan nodded.

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