"Hey! Sir, do you have the comic 'The Furious Heavenly King' published by Rising Sun Publishing? I can't find it here. "
On Vic Street in the north of the City of Atlanta, the owner of the Red Umbrella Bookstore, Kadir, looked towards the comic section in astonishment. There was a girl wearing a beige windbreaker with a hood over her head and a pair of large sunglasses that covered half of her face. She asked with a puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry, we don't have this comic."
There was a shop assistant near the comic section who replied politely, "Due to some reason, we didn't stock it."
"Is that so?"
The girl's voice was filled with doubt as she turned around and left.
Kadir, the owner of the shop, turned to the side and asked, "Lori, how many people have come to ask about 'The Furious Heavenly King'? Is it the seventh or the eighth? "
"The twelfth. Eight of them are women."
The shop assistant named Lori shrugged. "That fighting star's luck with women is really good. I reckon that the Windchime Bookstore at the corner of the street will sell like crazy. They didn't refuse to stock it. Boss, should we go in now? "
Kadir, however, sneered. "Twelve? That means I lost 140 gold duns of business today? Come on, Lori, this is not as good as Ferguson Media's offer. Just watch, those who are buying this comic are all his fans. When the purchasing power of this group of people is exhausted, how many copies can he sell? "
"Boss, I've seen that comic before. Although the drawing style is strange, it's very good. I'm looking forward to the main character reaching level 3 and defeating that John. Also, the two strikes he used to defeat Sherra made me curious. Can he really break the 'Falling Leaf Slash' technique? "
"I don't think so. This plot is too childish. It's like it's for kids. The main character isn't a hero either. He's just a brat who refuses to say anything even when he's being bullied. How many people would like to watch a fight that's purely about brats? "
"Wow, the fan base for cold weapons fighting is the largest in America. At least half of the 6.4 billion people in America like it. Boss, didn't you dream of becoming a fighter or even a star when you were young? "
Kadir hesitated, but then shook his head. "There have been similar comics in the past, but no one has ever succeeded. Anyway, I don't think it'll work."
"Of course. You're the boss. You call the shots."
Lori didn't continue to argue. She just asked curiously, "I'm very curious. Why would Ferguson Media make life difficult for a comic book? Did the manga author offend them? "
"Who knows?"
Kadir was puzzled as well, but then he shook his head and snorted. "Who cares! Maybe the boss of Ferguson Media lost money on the author? That lucky André has offended many people in this city, including me. "
The moment he thought about how his wife had spent more than 10,000 gold duns at the Nathan Sports Group store just to exchange for a good-looking but useless lucky ring, he felt stifled.
…
The hooded girl walked halfway down the street and finally found "Wrath of the Heavenly Kings" in another bookstore. After buying it, she hurried back to the nearby Hilde Hotel.
When the hooded girl stepped into her presidential suite, her manager, Xie Na, glared at her with dissatisfaction. "Belinda, did you sneak out again? For Angela again? Don't forget that this is Atlanta. Not long ago, dozens of upper-class children were slaughtered by the mutated humans. That guy called Demon Wolf Fenrir is still wandering around this city. It's said that someone died yesterday. Do you know how worried we are? Belinda? "
Belinda Harris rolled her eyes at her, then walked to the window and sat down. She picked up the comic in her hands and began reading.
The plot of the comic was very simple. The main character was a youth called "Shelek". Due to his congenital weakness, he was bullied in elementary school. In middle school, in order to change his situation, he mustered up the courage to join the school's Cold Weapon Combat Club.
However, this brought him even more trouble. His "enemies" continued to bully him, and his classmates in the club looked down on him. They purposely beat him up in practice matches, leaving him with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
Until one day, the main character was given a sword in an antique shop, and his fate changed. Within the sword resided the soul of a great ancient warrior, "Roland". He was the most powerful Holy Knight under the command of Charlemagne of the Holy Empire.
Under the guidance of "Roland", the main character used all the resources around him to train his body step by step. Not long after, he became a level 2 magic swordsman. After that, in a practice match, Shelek used two spectacular sword strikes to finally defeat his opponent, Shayla's "Falling Leaf Slash".
What was worth mentioning was that this was not taught by "Roland", but a flash of inspiration from Shelek.
Belinda Harris stared blankly after reading it. It wasn't because of the manga's plot. From Belinda's point of view, it was too childish, but it was also very attractive.
What really surprised her was that the process of the main character's body training looked very real, as if it could really strengthen his body.
Although Belinda had never seen the dozens of movements similar to the Eastern Daoyin Technique, as well as the key to guiding qi, she felt that it shouldn't be fake.
This reminded Belinda of the "Green Temple Beauty Sword" that Li Mochen had taught her in the Fantasy City Combat Club. She also practiced according to it and felt that it was very effective. Although it wasn't to the point where she didn't need to use makeup, her skin had indeed improved recently. Her pores were also shrinking, and many makeup artists were praising her skin.
Perhaps her classmates also benefited from it, but no one missed Li Mochen's classes. As for the latter's public classes, they were always full, and it was impossible to get a ticket in the market.
Belinda thought that these movements were probably not to fool people.
Also, would the recipes in the manga really work?
Two eggs and a Purple Konjac in the morning, mixed with water chestnut grass juice and some bone powder of a level-seven magical creature in the milk. This was indeed affordable for ordinary people. The cost of breakfast did not exceed one gold dungeon, but could it really help people train their bodies and heal internal injuries?
Belinda Harris was dubious, so she dialed a number right away.
It was Ebb Harris, her cousin, a retired fighter who had been selected as a six-time all-star in NMOSA (National Comprehensive Cold Weapon Combat Alliance) and had almost won a gold belt.
"I've already read the manga 'Furious King of Heaven'. It was mailed to me by Ms. Drew. She recommended it to me. It's really great, and the process of training the body is very good. It's a good training method, and it doesn't cost much. But the most impressive part is the way to break the Falling Leaf Slash. That's a genius idea. "
Ebb Harris was full of praise for the manga. "I have a program tomorrow afternoon, and I'll recommend this manga to my fans. They can't miss it. Believe me, Belinda, this manga might be very popular. I've discussed it with Bayson. Which other Bayson could it be? Of course it's the one who won a three-time gold belt, the one known as the 'Super Combat Emperor.' He likes it very much too. Of course, Ms. Drew mailed him the manga too. They used to be friends. "
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