As an ordinary person, Wang Ming had practically proved with his actions that even a muggle without cultivation talent could use his wisdom and knowledge to change his fate!
Of course, to be honest, people like Wang Ming were in the minority, and there might not be another one like him in thousands of years. But ordinary people did indeed have the possibility of changing their fate. The key wasn't whether they could, but whether they wanted to.
"By the way, the mecha armor that kid Wang Ming invented shouldn't have been destroyed, right?" General Yi's words were ambiguous, but his tone was very certain.
A lot of people had been blinded by the intense light from the pulse wave caused by the E-Bomb, and most of them had seen Wang Ming and Wu Zhenjun fall to the ground when the light from the pulse wave disappeared.
But this couldn't fool a True Immortal.
General Yi and the other Ten Generals had seen it very clearly.
The moment the power of the pulse wave and the light dissipated, Wang Ling withdrew Wang Ling One Armor and put it away in his storage space. It wasn't like what the others had thought, that the armor had been destroyed by the pulse wave.
"Mm, it's indeed still here." President Qi nodded.
"According to Huaxiu Alliance's regulations, as an official scientific researcher, Wang Ming developed this armor without reporting it in advance, so it should be confiscated. According to the regulations, he should also be punished," General Yi said.
"As expected, Blademaster is as impartial as ever."
Female Medicine Saint Luo Qiuhuai smiled slightly and smoothed things over on the side. "But considering how sudden it all happened this time, Wang Ming developed this armor in a moment of life-threatening danger. Although he didn't report it, according to Huaxiu Alliance's Crisis Self-Defense Regulations, he can be exempted from the corresponding punishment, and the armor can even be exempted from being confiscated. This is his personal property, and Huaxiu Alliance has no right to interfere. "
General Yi's brow furrowed into a knot again.
Actually, he understood this reasoning …
"Little Ming won this battle, but he chose to play dead at the last moment. But he chose to play dead at the last moment. Everyone should know what this means, right? "President Qi said indifferently.
How could the Ten Generals not understand the meaning of Wang Ming's action?
The two sides were far apart in terms of realm strength, but because of this suit of armor, there was practically no gap between them.
If Wang Ming won this fight in full view of the public, it was bound to have a huge impact on the mentalities of the teachers and students watching the fight, and might even lead to mental problems.
For cultivators, the state of mind was also a very important decisive factor. It would directly determine whether one could go further on the path of cultivation.
It would be too unrealistic for the teachers and students present to stop progressing in the future because of this armor and attempt to rely on the power of science and technology to quickly increase their strength.
Wu Zhenjun had also collapsed.
But at the very least, Wang Ming had deliberately turned this battle into a "draw," which at the very least showed that cultivation and science were equally matched and complemented each other.
"Little Ming once told me that science is dead, but cultivation is alive … with infinite possibilities," President Qi said.
This was what Wang Ming had said before, and was one of the main reasons why he had set the match to a draw this time.
Although Old Qi himself didn't know why a muggle who didn't know anything about cultivation would say something that sounded like chicken soup for the soul, it could be said that Wang Ming had personally experienced this since he was young.
The armor that Wang Ming had developed this time was indeed very abnormal.
It could even fight a ninth-level Itinerant Immortal to a draw.
But if he ran into someone a little more powerful, his equipment could be dismantled in a matter of minutes.
Given the current level of science and technology, there were actually still bottlenecks.
Wang Ming had already considered breaking through this bottleneck when he had improved "Wang Ling One" for the third time.
He thought that the Domain of the Gods would definitely have the answer he wanted to know.
But that was a story for another time.
"What do the rest of you think?" General Yi turned to look at the other Ten Generals present.
"Qiu Huai and Old Qi have a point. Wang Ming can be exempted from punishment. He can also keep the armor. I even think he should be commended to a certain extent. "Looking at the others, Marshal Jiang finally cleared his throat and spoke as a representative.
"Commended?"
"He should be commended."
Marshal Jiang said resolutely, "For Wang Ming, this should have been a dead end, but he managed to turn it around. And most importantly, in the face of such a crisis, he was actually able to calmly design a suit of armor that can be said to transcend the century. I think we should commend him for meritorious service, and then hold an internal symposium for him to share his experience in making armor or something … "
General Yi was startled. "Are you the devil?"
Marshal Jiang: "…"
The Ten Generals all looked at Marshal Jiang. They instantly understood.
This was confiscation in disguise …
Marshal Jiang shrugged. "Of course, I'm just mentioning it. Whether to commend him or hold a symposium is another matter. The point is that Wang Ming doesn't have to be punished or hand over the armor. Hm … that's all I have to say.
"The Dead Sea of Space has always been called a graveyard for magic treasures. All these years, the various major countries have had very limited use of the Dead Sea of Space. Many of them, including us, just use it as a dumping ground. But it turns out that some of the junk magic treasures inside, whether they were thrown in by humans or carelessly sucked in, actually still have some value. If we can properly develop the Dead Sea of Space and recycle enough of the junk to turn it into treasure … this will be an invisible rich mine. "
President Qi expressed his opinion. "So my opinion is that we can hold a symposium, but not for Little Ming to share his experience in making armor, but for him to talk about his origins in the Dead Sea of Space. In passing, explain the cause of death of that Dark Network member, Ghost Head Blade. What do you say, Old Yi? "
"Mm, since Battle Saint and Medicine Saint have spoken up one after another, this old man naturally has no other opinion." General Yi nodded in agreement.
If news of Ghost Head Blade's death in the Dead Sea of Space got out, it would definitely be a huge blow to the Dark Network.
"Finally, as for the commendation that Battle Saint mentioned, I think we should dispense with it. Wang Ming, this kid, is still a good-for-nothing, and we can't praise him too highly. And to be honest, I still want to punish him … In the end, the reason why this crisis happened this time was because he was too rash! That hothead! "Saying this, President Qi slapped the table, his face red and he looked a little angry.
One by one, the technicians buried their heads in their work and didn't dare make a sound.
Only the Ten Generals' hearts were as clear as a mirror …
Old Qi looked unperturbed on the surface, but in fact, he was overjoyed in his heart.
Since ancient times, when a disciple surpassed his master, there had never been a teacher who wouldn't be happy!
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