Practically without thinking, Qin Fen simply chose the Mag Drive Flying Sword and the neo martial art, the Origin Compression Art. Then, without even thinking, he simply tossed the Mag Drive Flying Sword into the system's auction program. This was a good item. It should be able to sell for a decent price.
Qin Fen logged out of the system and took off his helmet. He immediately felt fatigue assault his entire body. He hadn't felt anything when he was immersed in the joy of fighting and obtaining the reward, but fatigue immediately found its way to his body as soon as he logged out.
Qin Fen let out a long breath and gently rotated his neck. He thought back to the War God Arena not too long ago. That was truly a high-intensity great battle. Compared to that, military training seemed quite easy.
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Qin Fen logged out of the network and gently moved his body about, alleviating the fatigue of his body. He turned on the military-issued desktop computer out of habit and entered the three-star forums as a tourist.
Only now did he discover that for some unknown reason, none of the top three experts in the three-star arena had come to participate in the fight this time.
Many people discussed in the forums that the person who obtained the War God title this time was just luck. Soon, nearly a hundred similar posts appeared in the forums.
As these posts appeared, Leopard Head, who had a bit of fame in the three-star area, suddenly made a post. He spat out all of the people who mocked and ridiculed Qin Fen. In the end, he even took out a screenshot of Qin Fen's fight.
Qin Fen's straightforward method of killing people. Qin Fen's stealth method of disappearing without a trace completely shut the mouths of the people who mocked and ridiculed Qin Fen.
Quite a few people began to approve of Thirty-Six Hours. Most of the comments said that his strength might not be the strongest in the three-star arena, but there were very few people in the three-star arena who could compare to him in terms of killing efficiency and methods.
Many people approved of such comments. There were even people who said that Thirty-Six Hours didn't understand what martial arts were at all. Perhaps he was an assassin in reality, but what he did wasn't martial arts. At best, it was called killing techniques.
Of course, there were still many people who didn't recognize Qin Fen's strength. They insisted that Thirty-Six Hours had to fight against the three previous War Gods in order to determine if Qin Fen had the qualifications or not.
Originally, this was just a post of debate. No one expected that the top three experts who seized the War God title the most would actually appear in this post.
After seeing Qin Fen's recording, they all left comments one after another. They hoped to find a time to exchange pointers with Thirty-Six Hours. As for whether it was a public spar or a private spar, Thirty-Six Hours could choose.
Qin Fen had never thought of fighting back against those who doubted him. But the three former War Gods' messages had piqued his interest in replying.
He logged into his ID and left a message, "It's fine to spar, but there's a condition. You have to pay me a certain amount of sparring fees, or I won't fight."
Qin logged in and entered spectmode.
Several dozen replies to Qin Fen's message the moment he logged out. Practically all of them cursed Thirty-Six Hours for not having a martial grade.
Following the appearance of these curses, someone quickly sent a message to the 3-Star Strength Auction Channel. A very valuable item had appeared, and it was stated that it was the reward for Wargod's victory.
Qin Spirit auctioned Thirty-Six Fen., and more... more. Hours. Thirty-Six Fen. More.
Qin Fen didn't feel any anger when he saw the posts denouncing him. Only those who had truly tasted bitterness and experienced running around every day for tomorrow's food wouldn't be so lofty as to think that money was nothing!
"If you don't manage the household, you won't know how expensive the necessities are." Qin Fen smiled as he went to look at the other posts. The War God Arena had captured quite a few battle scenes this time. There were many martial arts that Qin Fen had never seen before. He wanted to broaden his horizons.
"Old Qin!" Deng Biao, who was on the bed next to Qin Fen, gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder. He whispered in Qin Fen's ear, "To be honest, this brother really admires you! Steel! You are too stubborn! How could you let such a beautiful girl wait outside the door for so long without even looking at her … "
"What? Oh! " Qin Fen turned his head and raised his hand to scratch his temple. He said in embarrassment, "I really forgot about her. Thanks for reminding me."
Qin Fen turned off his computer, got off the bed, and walked out the door. He left Deng Biao sitting alone on the bed, shaking his head foolishly. "What kind of person is this? He actually forgot about beauties for the sake of the Sky Martial Battle Net. "
The person on the other bed also nodded. "This woman is a beauty to begin with. When she puts on the military uniform, it's really the allure of the uniform! If this woman were to follow me …. "
"Shhh …." Deng Biao hurriedly made a shushing motion. He whispered, "Old Qin may be good-natured, but when it comes to some fundamental issues, his temper isn't that good. Be careful that he doesn't dismantle you …. "
The people who lived in the same room naturally understood Qin Fen better than the people from the other companies. Perhaps no one would dare to come to a conclusion about who was the best fighter in this room, but who were the two people who were the best fighter?
Everyone would say, Qin Fen! Du Peng!
Under the moonlight, Lin Jiaxuan's arms were crossed in front of her chest. She stared off into the distance, lost in thought. A cool breeze blew past, and her hair gently floated. When she wasn't fierce, she looked quite charming.
Qin Fen walked out of the room and saw this scene. Lin Jiaxuan's figure suddenly became a bit blurry. Under the moonlight, it was as if the person standing there wasn't Lin Jiaxuan, but rather Song Jia, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
Seeing Qin Fen walk out of the room, Lin Jiaxuan's arms naturally drooped. She walked over with quick steps, and Song Jia's figure had already disappeared from her body.
It was Lin Jiaxuan, not Song Jia. Qin Fen came back to his senses and took a deep breath. He secretly speculated that he might really be a bit tired. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to hallucinate.
It must be known that true martial artists had a firm heart! If one's heart wasn't firm, how could one have a firm fist?
"I've made you wait a long time." Qin Fen was the first to break the silence between the two. He asked, "May I ask what's the matter?"
After two long hours of waiting, Lin Jiaxuan wasn't as embarrassed as she was before. She never imagined that someone would really make her stand outside the door alone for two hours.
"It seems that there's a problem with my cultivation method."
"Oh." Qin Fen nodded in response. The cultivation method was considered a high-level martial art. It wasn't a martial art that an ordinary family could afford. If there was a problem, she should go find the Sacred Martial Hall, which printed and distributed the martial art. Or she should go find the master who taught her the cultivation method.
Lin Jiaxuan saw that Qin Fen merely nodded in agreement, looking as if the matter had nothing to do with him. A hint of anger appeared between her brows. "The problem happened the night after I saw you. I want to ask, do you know the cultivation method? "
Feeling the anger in Lin Jiaxuan's heart, Qin Fen wanted to turn around and leave. In any case, he was once her savior. However, when he thought about how she had waited here for two hours and how helpless she looked, the unhappiness in his heart lessened by quite a bit.
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