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Ancient Nile Battlefield.
Rumor has it that there was a battle between millions of soldiers here. However, meteorites suddenly fell from the sky and smashed into the battlefield, forming many craters and burying the armies of the two powerful countries.
Chung Shen-soo sat cross-legged at the edge of a crater and called out the Tenxiu System.
"It's time to change my cultivation goal …"
He muttered to himself.
Ever since he knew that new enemies had appeared, Chung Shen-soo had this plan.
The Martialist Association was a truly powerful organization, and the faction of the honorary president, Tang Long, controlled most of the military power of this monster.
If they were to fall out at a critical moment, it would be no laughing matter if they were surrounded by a large number of armed forces.
Putting aside the divine art experts, 99 out of 100 cultivators at the Astral Fiend Realm would be finished if they were to encounter missiles and modern technology.
"However, it is foolish for an individual to fight against such a group. Even if I cultivate a few more White Bone Techniques, I will only be able to kill a few more people. In the end, I will still be killed. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people …"
"But how can the natives of this world understand the many tricks that cultivators have?"
Chung Shen-soo's lips curled into a smile as he recalled the White Bone Dao Book.
Not long after, he saw the techniques that he wanted.
The Yang Energy Technique was still too far away. Among the Yin Energy Techniques, there were a few that were most suitable for the current situation. They were the Little Ghost Control Technique, the Victory Technique, and the White Bone Yaksha Technique!
Little ghosts were Yin spirits and were born with the ability to penetrate objects. Any heavily guarded target would be defenseless as long as there were no defensive techniques.
Similarly, there was the White Bone Yaksha Technique. This technique allowed the Yin Spirit of a cultivator to leave their body. By visualizing their own Yin Spirit, they could transform into a White Bone Yaksha that was many times more powerful than ordinary little ghosts. They had the ability to fly in the sky and dig into the ground.
There was also the Talisman Victory Method, which cursed ordinary people to be successful in every endeavor.
As for the definition of a mortal among cultivators? Hehe … Below the Xiantian Realm, all are mere mortals!
In this world, apart from Chung Shen-soo, there was no one else who possessed magic power.
Perhaps martial artists were slightly more powerful, and imps and curses couldn't easily affect them, but they still wouldn't be a match for the White Bone Yaksha.
"There's also the Art of Invisibility. It's just a small trick, but even after mastering it, there's no way around it. It's best if I add other techniques, such as the Art of Concealment, which can conceal all of my life force so that even infrared rays won't be able to detect me … When that time comes, I can hide my true body and transform into a Yin Spirit to stir up trouble. I'll definitely be able to turn the world upside down … I hope they won't force me to that step."
"If I want to master it quickly, I'll need to find some strange Yin energy. Other than that, I'll have to use Tenxiu Point to forcefully block it … This will reduce my expected income in this world by a lot. But if I'm forced into a corner, I can only do this. "
"In terms of looking for Dark Yin Energy, other than the secretary of the Martialist Association, my circle of friends will also help me keep an eye out."
Thinking of this, the corners of Chung Shen-soo's mouth curled up slightly.
Martialists were a bunch of martial artists. It was more useful to use their fists to reason.
After Tie Zhongtian failed to show off and was instead defeated, he learned from his painful experience. His attitude towards Zhong Shenxiu had changed greatly, and he had been beaten into submission.
He was even more envious of Tie Zhongtian's White Bone Hardening Skill. If Chung Shen-soo was willing to impart it to him, he would probably be willing to kowtow to him.
As for whether Tie Zhongtian was hiding his resentment, enduring the humiliation, and preparing to get back at him after mastering the skill, Chung Shen-soo couldn't be bothered. After all, he could suppress it.
Now that Tie Zhongtian was submissive on the surface, it would be of great help to him in controlling his circle of friends.
The martial arts circle was that simple. As long as you convinced them one by one, you would be number one in the world!
"If I'm blocked in the competition, I can only use this stupid method to try."
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At the same time.
Martialist Association, Headquarters.
Above the crimson door hung a brass plate with the words "Vice President's Office, Senior Tang Ming" written on it.
Inside the office, a fat man with a glossy sheen was bending over a desk and browsing through a document.
"World Number One Martial Arts Competition … The champion will still be Tang Long."
He was also a member of the Tang family and could be considered Tang Long's uncle. He was a strong supporter of Tang Long's faction.
At this moment, he was casually browsing through the list of participating martialists.
The World Number One Martial Arts Competition was the highest competition on this planet. Only official martialists were qualified to participate. Therefore, the list was not long and detailed information was attached.
Tang Ming Gao scanned quickly and suddenly landed on Hua Wu's name.
He had some impression of every official martialist. "This kid has just become a martialist and he's already participating in such a competition. He's quite ambitious."
After thinking about it, he carefully looked at the information. After a while, his expression turned cold. "Orphan … adopted by Niu Wu since young. Is he trying to raise another Niu Dingtian?"
At the thought of Niu Dingtian, his expression turned gloomy. "Niu Wu is also an insensible person. His son died fighting against the Extraterrestrial Demons. It was a glorious death. Although he can't leak the secret, he has already given all the benefits and compensation he deserves. Why won't he give up?"
He hated the house and its crow. Of course, he was also very dissatisfied with Hua Wu.
When he saw that Hua Wu was very close to Xue Taoren and the others in his Friend Circle, he was even more displeased. "He's so young. It's a pity that he chose the wrong path."
After thinking about it, he quickly made a few calls. "Hello … I'm Tang Ming Gao. I would like to see … what are the requirements for the World Number One Martial Arts Competition's GAL division? There are no requirements. I just want it to be fair and just. Also, give some new martialists a chance to stand out. This is also for the sake of publicity. Alright … let's have tea some other day. "
After doing all this, he lay comfortably on the office chair and hummed a tune.
Unlike Tang Long, Tang Ming Gao was just an ordinary person. When he was young, he couldn't endure the hardships of practicing martial arts. Thus, he turned to administration and joined the Martialist Association. Step by step, he climbed to his current position. He was very satisfied with this.
Thus, he was very dissatisfied with any troublemakers that could threaten him and the Tang family.
Of course, at this moment, he didn't think that Hua Wu could threaten Tang Long. He just didn't like him and wanted to arrange him into the Hell group to see how he could advance.
"It can't be another Niu Dingtian. If that's really the case, the Niu family's martial arts inheritance is really extraordinary …"
Tang Ming Gao's consciousness gradually spread. "If that's really the case, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there will be ways to deal with him in the future. The research institute said that the wormhole will be active for the next 20 years or so. Hehe … It's still better to be an ordinary person. You can go and die, and I'll take care of the benefits …"
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