… What kind of bullsh * t reason is this? Lou Cheng was dumbfounded for a moment. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he got the gist of it.
As expected of the Niu Country, the pinnacle of bureaucratic art … I wonder if Sir Humphrey's coffin lid has been pressed down …
Auman took a quick glance at Lou Cheng and quickly added,
"But most countries have approved your visa. Apart from Niu Country, only Gaul and Germany have rejected it."
"Then there's no problem." Lou Cheng nodded slowly and sent the joke to Yan Zheke.
What kind of dangerous weapon is this?
As long as I can fly to Europe, no matter which country I'm in, I'll be able to get into the rest.
I can even walk across the small trench between Niu Country and the European mainland on the water!
After this incident came to an end, Lou Cheng immersed himself in more rigorous training. Every day, he would find time to spar with the club's trainers who had awakened Supernatural Abilities such as Electromagnetism and let them simulate the fighting style of Shangqing Sect.
The upcoming professional match would, to a certain extent, determine the "World's Number One" of the year!
On the day of Yan Zheke's flight to Brutale, Lou Cheng was wiping his sweat and leaving the training ground when he saw Empress Luo standing outside in a navy blue outfit.
"Take a shower and tidy up. We're leaving tonight." This outstanding senior beauty instructed with a faint smile.
It's already the weekend? Is this the day I'm going north to Hudong to challenge Shangqing Sect? Lou Cheng, who was engrossed in training, suddenly felt that a day in the mountains was a thousand years in the world.
"Okay." He collected his thoughts and answered solemnly.
After washing off the stickiness of his body and soothing his mental fatigue, he packed his simple luggage and went to the Physical Invulnerability Restaurant for dinner. There was no need to go home. The clothes he had left in the club room were enough for his rotation.
At half past six, Lou Cheng led Auman to the entrance and saw a Coaster minibus.
When he got on the carriage, he swept his gaze across the interior of the carriage and took in the situation inside.
Dragon King Chen Qitao was sitting in the first row by the window, leaning against the backrest with his eyes closed. He looked like he was taking a nap, expressionless and silent.
His current assistant, Huang Zhenghong, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat opposite him. He didn't get too close, as if he couldn't bear the natural pressure.
Lu Yan, who was also a part-time coach, was seated in the second last row. If one were to look closely at his handsome face, they would be able to see some wrinkles and signs of old age. Coupled with his grizzled hair, he fully displayed the charm of an old man.
He maintained his usual serious expression and was whispering something to his assistant, who wore half-rimmed glasses and looked like a lawyer.
Despite Lu Yan's unsmiling face, Lou Cheng, who had been paying attention to the Longhu Club for many years, knew very well how excited he could be after defeating a strong opponent. He might even do some provocative things, such as rushing to the enemy's seat to celebrate.
This wasn't an immature behavior that only happened when he was young. This had happened twice already this year.
Ning Zitong, who had changed into a long dress, and her disciple, Guo Jie, sat in the middle. One of them was talking about feminine topics, while the other was nodding along nonchalantly. Their assistants were scattered around them, each doing their own thing.
Lou Cheng nodded in acknowledgment and casually chose an empty seat by the window. Auman and Guo Jie's assistant, Wang Yuexi, sat together and started chatting in low voices.
A few minutes later, the Bus started moving out of the city and onto the highway, heading north.
Although they were heading north, Hudong wasn't too far north. Not only was it not comparable to the Guanwai League, it didn't even cross the Yangtze River and was just adjacent to Guangnan. However, according to the customs of the people of Huacheng, the north of Huacheng was called the north.
It was because of this that they didn't take the high-speed rail and instead traveled by themselves.
The two drivers took turns and arrived at Sky Thunder Mountain, where the Shangqing Sect was located, in the middle of the night. After resting for a few hours at the hotel they had booked, Lou Cheng and the rest began their adaptability training. Due to the impending battle, they didn't engage in any group battles.
After a day of adjustment, they boarded the Bus again at two in the afternoon and headed up the winding mountain road.
The road was full of twists and turns, pine forests, and valleys dotted with thin snow. On one side was a cliff, and on the other was a bottomless abyss. The terrain was dangerous and the environment was serene.
After passing the Wansong Hill, there were eight Shang Qing Sect disciples in blue robes guarding the hill. In ancient times, this place was called "Sword Dispelling Cliff". All visitors had to leave behind their weapons before they could continue up the hill.
This wasn't much of a restriction for martial artists who were proficient in martial arts. It was just a matter of courtesy.
The eight disciples stood to the left and right, bowing and greeting the members of the Longhu Club.
Ning Zitong retracted her gaze from the window and flipped through the newspaper that her assistant had bought. She lamented and complained,
"The newspapers these days are getting worse and worse. Other than advertisements, there's still more advertisements. Back in the day, a duel like this would be a full-page feature. From the setup of the home team, the recent battles of both sides, their respective performances, all sorts of sensational and motivational content, there was everything. The writing was good too. Now, sigh, there's still a feature, but one look and you can tell that it's just half-hearted and half-hearted."
"It's the era of self-media now. Many web portals are slacking off. They don't plan much themselves and are mainly reposting other people's work, let alone newspapers." Sitting behind Ning Zitong, Lou Cheng held his phone and said with a smile.
As for the comments online, most of them were about the Dragon King being too conceited, overconfident, and impulsive.
At times like this, it was only right to let Long Zhen shine!
The other plans were too dangerous and uncertain!
"So much has changed in the past ten years …" Ning Zitong sighed. She changed the topic and said, "Shangqing Sect requested not to have spectators for this duel. I'm afraid they're up to something."
"In other words, to improve their home-field advantage," replied Lu Yan, unsurprised.
Ever since Dragon King, Chen Qitao, boarded the car, his eyes were closed. He didn't reveal any of his Spiritual Will, as though he was a clay puppet. Guo Jie, on the other hand, seized the time to study the videos of the Mighty Ones from Shangqing Sect. She didn't care if she had the chance to fight.
Coaster went around the Sword Dispelling Cliff, passed through the Five Immortal Crutches, and arrived at the carpark outside the Shangqing Sect.
The Longhu Club team, led by Chen Qitao, went down in a single file. The reporters, who could only watch, took photos and videos like crazy.
After entering the Shangqing Sect, Auman and the other assistants stopped and were led away for tea by the receptionist. The few Physical Invulnerability experts continued up. They passed through the courtyard, stepped on the stone steps, and reached the peak.
This place got its name from being struck by lightning all year round. There wasn't a hint of snow, and it was barren except for rocks.
As they approached, the ring on his finger was disturbed by a magnetic field and showed signs of restlessness.
Thunder and lightning fell from the sky, generating magnetism!
But that wasn't the main point. The main point was that there were now nine thick electric poles on the previously barren mountaintop. High-voltage power lines connected the poles from below.
In the middle of the high-voltage power line stood a white-robed Taoist with a crown on his head. He had delicate features, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the strong wind. He was the Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou.
Dragon King, Chen Qitao's half-closed eyes suddenly opened. He looked over and made eye contact with the other party.
Suddenly, lightning flashed high up in the sky. It was as if it had struck an invisible tree, burning it up out of thin air. With a faint purple flame, it fell to the ground with crackling sounds, turning into small snakes that flowed away, leaving behind only scorch marks.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Qitao didn't take another look. He took the lead and walked into the distance. There were a few futons by the edge of the cliff. Those were the guest team seats.
All of this had the simple charm of a battle from a few hundred years ago. However, the thick electric poles and high-voltage power lines that separated the sky ruined the feeling.
"So they're going to use the high-voltage power …" Ning Zitong smiled in realization.
There was a solemn look on her face.
Lou Cheng nodded at Peng Leyun and sat down cross-legged. He heard Coach Lu Yan say,
"The Warrior Sage is planning to be the first to battle … Although we have a higher chance of winning if we take him down first and let you, Dragon King, take him on, I'm afraid he'll be unstoppable with today's setup. When the time comes, he'll carry the momentum of his accumulated victories with him. Hence, it's still better for you to take the lead."
"Just right," Chen Qitao nodded slightly.
There seemed to be a raging purple flame burning in his eyes.
Lu Yan turned to Lou Cheng and suddenly asked,
"Are you confident?"
"Huh?" Lou Cheng didn't react immediately.
What kind of question is that?
Lu Yan took a step forward, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a deep voice,
"If you're not confident and feel fearful, I'll do it myself!"
Lou Cheng immediately straightened his back and answered firmly, "Yes.
"Yes!"
PS: In the process of adjusting my schedule, this chapter has fewer words.
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