The Martial Arts Department (MAD) chief's office.
Duan Tianhe's face darkened and he said nothing.
To the side, Cheng Dongfeng lowered his head and covered his mouth, trying hard not to laugh out loud. However, his body trembled uncontrollably, and in the end, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Haha!"
"Didn't you say that you would tell me everything you know? How did he die? "
Duan Tianhe glanced at Cheng Dongfeng and sneered, "This kid has been thinking about you all this time. He wants you to go all out and fight again. Do you want me to tell him … that you actually went all out that day?"
Cheng Dongfeng immediately shut his mouth and stopped smiling. His expression was uglier than if he had eaten feces. He mumbled, "Don't point out the shortcomings of others when you're insulting them. Old Duan, you've gone too far!"
Duan Tianhe, on the other hand, cursed and said speechlessly, "Speaking of which, this kid is a little too full of himself. He asked me the same question when he was rank-4, and now he's asking me again. Does he really think that I, a Martial Dao grandmaster, am just a decoration?"
What do you mean?
"I just broke through to the seventh-level grandmaster realm a few days ago, and you keep asking me how to kill a seventh-level grandmaster every day … Do you have something against me?"
After cursing inwardly, Duan Tianhe threw the matter to the back of his mind and said, "Old Cheng, the position of the dean of the Spiritual State Martial Arts Academy is yours. Don't decline it."
"You want me to be the dean?"
Cheng Dongfeng shook his head. "I'm just an uncouth fellow. I didn't even graduate from junior high school before I started learning martial arts. Wouldn't it be misleading for me to be the director? Should he … let Jiang He try? This kid is a university student, and his strength is not bad. He is definitely qualified to be the dean of the Institute of Martial Arts. "
"Jiang He?"
Duan Tianhe smiled bitterly and said, "I did intend to recommend this kid, but … I keep feeling that he's a little unreliable …"
"Why don't you become the dean yourself? I'm not doing it anyway!"
"The Institute of Martial Arts has just been established. The whole society's focus will be here. I don't know how many things I'll have to run around. Will I still be able to cultivate?"
Cheng Dongfeng directly said ruthlessly. He gritted his teeth and said, "When I'm done with my work, I'll immediately go into seclusion to break through to the seventh level of the Supreme Power Realm. Otherwise, if this guy challenges me again, I don't want to fight him!"
… …
"What is this Duan Tianhe doing?"
"Didn't you say you'd answer me all you know? You hung up on me the moment you turned around?"
Jiang He dialed a few more times, only to receive a notification every time the phone rang. [The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.]
"Well done, Old Duan …"
He cursed under his breath.
Jiang He put away his phone.
I won't fight anymore.
What was there to fight for?
When he became a Martial Dao Grandmaster in the future, if Duan Tianhe dared to hang up on him again, he would beat him up with a fist the size of a sandbag!
He took a nap in the car.
After waking up, Jiang He swallowed several qi pellets before taking out a cucumber to eat.
Jiang He's face fell after a few mouthfuls.
He only felt a special force spreading out from the depths of his brain, causing his mind power to vibrate. This kind of impact made him feel like he was about to die.
It was too painful.
He felt as if his head was going to explode.
Enduring the pain, Jiang He charged his strengthened version of Nine Yang Technique, but it was useless.
"Am I going to awaken?"
Jiang He gritted his teeth as an idea occurred to him. Crunch … He took another bite of the cucumber. "This must be the sign of awakening. According to my hunch, awakening is a person's brain being stimulated, and their spirit mutates, giving birth to abilities …"
"I'm in so much pain now. Maybe my spirit isn't enough!"
Crunch, crunch!
He clutched his head and yelped weirdly as he chomped down on the cucumber.
Bang!
Bang!
Jiang He could not help clenching his fists at the excruciating pain and slamming them on the car door.
The first punch deformed the car door.
The second punch sent it flying.
And then …
Boom!
A dull rumble echoed in Jiang He's head as if thunder rumbled. All Jiang He felt was darkness, but he recovered in the next instant. All the pain was instantly gone, and his mind was clear.
Wang Sizhen, who was working in the yard, ran out.
"What's wrong, Jiang He?"
Even as he spoke, there was shock in his eyes when he looked at the car door a dozen meters away.
Jiang He waved him off, gesturing that he was fine.
Studying Wang Sizhen from head to toe, he exclaimed in surprise, "Big Onion Bro, you're working as a boss too?"
He was wearing yellow rubber shoes, cropped pants, and was covered in mud and cement, even carrying a huge shovel.
"Since I'm idling, I might as well help out." Wang Sizhen chuckled, before lowering his voice and saying, "Jiang He, have you thought about what I told you before …"
Jiang He flashed a pained smile and said, "Big Onion Bro, you should work first. I'll help you when I move into the mansion."
Wang Sizhen's face was instantly filled with delight after eating a 'jujube', and he bounced off to work.
Jiang He slowly closed his eyes and looked within himself.
He scanned his body but didn't find any changes.
"No!"
"I must have awakened, but where are my powers?"
With that thought, he focused his attention on his mind again.
In that instant, Jiang He seemed to see an ocean.
A vast ocean of swords.
At the center of the ocean of swords, a single luminous sword hovered, exuding a frightening aura.
In the next instant, Jiang He felt a throbbing pain in his head and exited his inner vision.
"That … that's my power?"
Jiang He's face was filled with fear. "Why are there so many swords in my head? Wouldn't my head be punctured if they suddenly burst out?"
The vast ocean of swords was very illusory, but the luminous sword was very solid.
Jiang He tried to communicate with it.
Ooom!
The sword actually flew out of his head and hovered in front of Jiang He.
With a single thought, the luminous sword danced as if it was his own arm, bursting with dazzling sword radiance inside the car. The Sword Qi alone … blew up the pickup truck that Jiang He had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on.
Jiang He did not mind it at all, and instead looked very excited. When Wang Siyu had introduced 'superpowers', he had heard that there were people who could control thunderbolts or wield blades. He had assumed that it was an exaggeration at the time, and did not expect that it was actually happening to him.
Suddenly, Jiang He grunted, and a mouthful of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, the luminous sword became immeasurably illusory and crawled into Jiang He's head on its own.
Wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth, Jiang He circulated his Strengthened Nine Yang Technique and recovered after half a cycle, complaining inwardly, "What bullsh * t power is that? It's only been three seconds, and it can't be used anymore? "
What could he do in three seconds?
He wouldn't even have time to take off his pants, would he?
Of course, superpowers were for fighting, and it did not matter whether he took off his pants or not.
Soon, Jiang He laughed. "Who could stop a sword like this when they least expect it in a fight? Moreover, I feel that as my cultivation improves and my spirit grows, I would be able to wield this sword for a longer period of time, and the power it could unleash would increase as well. It would not be impossible for me to behead someone from a thousand miles away, or for my Sword Qi to sweep over thirty thousand miles! "
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