China, the highest secret agency in the country, the Dragon team base.
Marshal Red Goatee, who had once commanded the three armies and was now presiding over the Dragon team, and Tyger Li, who was known as the Emperor of the political world, were having a confidential meeting.
These two great figures, who could shake the entire Xia Kingdom with a stomp of their feet, had always disliked each other. Marshal Red Beard had publicly mocked the head of the Li family more than once, who was not considered old but was more cunning than an old fox.
Although Tyger Li had never disrespected the meritorious Old Marshal, he had always viewed him as a boorish old man. He did not have much dealings with him.
Today, Tyger Li had made an exception to visit the Old Marshal in the Dragon team. They were naturally discussing matters that could affect the country.
After a brief silence, Tyger Li was the first to speak, "This Emperor heard that you plan on bringing forward the plan tomorrow?"
Marshal Red Goatee squinted his eyes and said, "Ever since the two towering trees suddenly appeared, the calamity fiend army, Astral Calamity Beasts, aliens, the Abyss, Heaven, Sea King's Region, and Beast King Mountain have begun stirring. This is definitely not a coincidence. The two trees are probably the assembly signal for the alien invasion of the human world. Now, we need more strength to deal with the war that is about to erupt. That plan has to be brought forward. "
Tyger Li said in a deep voice, "Using the organization faction and the academic faction to select the most outstanding rookies in the name of a competition, so as to carry out the ancient plan that has been passed down to this day. This proposal was personally reviewed and approved by This Emperor, so This Emperor does not object to this plan. However, isn't bringing the plan forward to tomorrow a little too hasty? That plan is extremely risky. If you don't make sufficient preparations, you'll ruin those twenty genius rookies! "
Marshal Red Goatee said in a deadpan manner, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have experienced the cruelty of war deeply. The enemy will not be merciful enough to give you time to catch your breath. Once war erupts, the world will be embroiled in endless battles and massacres. Wouldn't it be too naive to carry out that plan when that happens? "
"Furthermore, although the plan is extremely risky, the rewards are extremely high. If those twenty genius rookies can survive the crisis and obtain that 'power', they will have absolute means to protect themselves in the war. If not, with their strength at the Psionic Mortal Realm, they will probably perish in a corner of the war. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, they might as well risk their lives. Those elites will probably not wish to hide under the protection of the strong and live an ignoble existence, doing nothing. They will definitely agree to that plan. "
Tyger Li fell into silence. After a long while, he said again, "Have you forgotten that there was a plan thirty years ago? Back then, the country chose a hundred genius rookies at the Psionic Mortal Realm. Eventually, only one person obtained the power of the heritage. The other ninety-nine people were either dead or crippled, becoming cripples. With a one percent success rate, this was not a desperate fight, but a suicide mission. At that time, it was because we didn't make sufficient preparations that led to such a disaster. Do you want to make the same mistake again? "
Marshal Red Beard said in a deep voice, "How much can the success rate be increased even if we are fully prepared? One more? Or two more? You are too naive. The reason why only one person succeeded back then was not because the success rate was 1%, but because there was only one true genius out of a hundred people. For those geniuses who can succeed, the success rate is one hundred percent. For those who don't have enough aptitude, no matter how well they prepare, the success rate will always be zero! "
Tyrant Li said coldly, "This Emperor does not care about the life and death of those rookies and geniuses, but This Emperor's son, Speechless, is also part of your plans. Forgive This Emperor for not being able to accompany your gamble."
"I never expected that Tiger Li, who is so cold-blooded that he would even betray his own wife, would actually cherish his son's life so much? Could this be the so-called even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs? "
Marshal Red Beard scoffed and said, "This is not a gamble I'm making, but the life and death of all of humanity! Thirty years ago, the only rookie that obtained the power of the heritage has now grown into an S Class Hero, Superman One-Pun! Everyone says that One-Pun's sword techniques are impressive, and he is hailed as the Moon Reflection Sword Hero. However, who knows that the power he obtained thirty years ago is all sealed in his fist! "
"Have you seen that power before? I once saw it. When One-Pun punched out, the world would lose its color and the mountains and rivers would tremble. Even gods and demons are nothing more than that. In this war that endangers the survival of humanity, we need to have that power. The more the better. We are betting on those children, not on the plan to pass down the heritage, but the future of all of humanity! "
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One-Pun's father was a powerful swordsman. He had learned sword techniques from his father from a young age, and he had shown astonishing talent in the way of the sword.
His father had pinned his lifelong dream on One-Pun. He hoped that his son would inherit his sword and one day challenge Sword Xilai to make up for the regret of his abject failure to obtain the title of God of Swords.
Thirty years ago, One-Pun was still a fifteen-year-old youth. As a rookie of Gaia, he was chosen to participate in a secret project that was mandated by a country.
There were ninety-nine geniuses from different organizations who participated in the project, but out of a hundred people, only he was lucky enough to succeed. He obtained the 'power' that the others dreamed of.
Ironically, this' power 'was contained in his fist, and it did not belong to his sword.
Compared to his immature sword techniques back then, this punch could produce terrifying 'power'. It was like billions of dollars had suddenly fallen from the sky. The young One-Pun had obtained the opportunity to 'soar into the sky'.
One-Pun had never forgotten the dying wish of his father, who had passed away ten years ago. Becoming God of Swords was his father's lifelong pursuit, and it later became his dream.
In the ten years of sparring with the elderly God of Swords, Sword Xilai, he went from an abject defeat to a narrow defeat, and from a narrow defeat to a draw. Now, he was just a step away from victory.
But if it was One-Pun's fist, even the elderly God of Swords would not be able to withstand it.
To this day, over the past thirty years, the number of times One-Pun had used that 'power' could be counted on one hand. Despite being able to rely on a cheat to soar into the sky, he chose to start from the Psionic Mortal Realm. He honed his sword techniques step by step, and he relied on his own hard work to become an S-class hero.
One-Pun proved that he did not need that 'power' to succeed. However, although he adhered to his principles, he was not a foolish person. When he had no choice but to use his fist, he would put down the sword in his hand.
However, it was rare to see such situations. In the past thirty years, there were only three enemies that could force him to use his fist seriously. And those three powerful enemies were all reduced to smithereens without exception.
At this moment, Tianjie was about to become the fourth 'victim.'
The strength and ambition that Tianjie displayed made One-Pun come to the conclusion that the disaster this fellow would bring would be beyond the S class.
Therefore, he would not be stingy with his fist.
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