“What? Some stranger has appeared near his home?”
In the Gruesome Madness VIP box, the thirty-five-year-old Wang Hao pushed those golden glasses on his nose as his eyes shone with a gaze that ordinary people couldn’t pick up.
Looking at the communication projection transmitted before him, he sunk into his thoughts as he picked up a toothpick on the table and broke it into two before throwing it into the trash can.
He didn’t give any oral command — he simply made a gesture. But at the sight of it, the eyes of the five people wearing camouflage uniforms on the screen flickered with terrifying slaughter qi.
“General, we know what to do.”
Immediately after, the projection distorted before disappearing without a trace.
Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa as he cast a look to the distant platform through the huge window.
“General…” a man with a long scar on his face next to Wang Hao slightly arched his waist as he asked. “Can your subordinate ask a question?”
“Ming Kun, what do you want to ask? Is it about Chen Feiyu?” There weren’t any big change in Wang Hao’s countenance.
“Yes.” The scar-faced Ming Kun nodded his head hard. “Your subordinate doesn’t understand how a five-star martial artist is worthy of you putting in so much effort to recruit him. Why don’t you just kidnap his sister?”
Wang Hao tapped his fingers on the armrest in a regular pattern. “Naturally, a five-star martial artist isn’t worthy of so much of my efforts. As for kidnapping, would anyone show any loyalty to kidnappers?”
“General, the data shows that there isn’t any improvement in his strength in the last three years.” Ming Kun summoned up his courage and spoke once more. “I am afraid, this man’s potential…”
“I have my own sense of propriety over this matter.”
Wang Hao waved his hand, interrupting Ming Kun’s suggestion. The corner of his lips rose into a smile which others could not understand as he lightly flipped an old note that he always carried with him.
This was the thing he had found in the house of a drug addict when he used to be the captain of the narcotics squad.
What was recorded on it wasn’t some martial arts experience, nor was it martial arts secrets, but some theoretical experiences of research conducted by a martial art professor of a university.
The direction of this professor’s research leaned on the inherent problems of martial artists. Its introduction arrogantly said: “The thing called martial arts is extremely vast. Even someone as powerful as Song Wendong doesn’t dare to claim that he comprehended the true meaning of the martial arts. At least, when it comes to studying the natural endowments of a martial artist, I have a more authoritative say than him! He can practice, but he’s not necessarily able to study!”
Wang Hao didn’t know whether this introduction was too presumptuous or not, but he had never made a single mistake when determining the natural endowments of someone through the manner described in the record.
Or rather only half a mistake had been made, which only presented with Chen Feiyu.
When Wang Hao first saw Chen Feiyu, he discovered that he had a remarkable constitution which was very similar to the one mentioned in the record.
The professor named this constitution the Solar Copper Constitution.
According to the professor’s record, the person who possessed the Copper Solar Constitution had a super talent to learn martial arts in theory. Even if congenital muscular dystrophy (CMD) had affected the development of one’s body in their childhood, he or she would not suffer any bottlenecks before breaking through the comet level.
In regards to the Copper Solar Constitution, the professor gave a lot of speculation.
Thought the record, Wang Hao knew even that if the martial artist with Copper Solar Constitution had CMD, he could still acquire abilities that could offset the disadvantages. As long as one followed the prescription designed by the professor, he or she could reinvigorate and enter the main-star level or even further.
Through several observations, Wang Hao could confirm that the constitution Chen Feiyu had was indeed the Copper Solar Constitution. But he could not understand why this man whose martial strength should have kept on advancing all the way had just reached the meteor-level bottleneck.
Furthermore, according to the data, Chen Feiyu had been stuck in this bottleneck for three years and hadn’t shown a single sign of breaking through.
A martial artist with the Copper Solar Constitution should have quite amazing prospects.
Wang Hao knew that he must have such a talent submit wholeheartedly even more so. If he used some shameless and dirty means to make him temporarily surrender, it would be tantamount to burying a ticking time bomb for himself!
Therefore, Wang Hao was quite clear that he must make Chen Feiyu surrender wholeheartedly. By then, so long as he found a way to develop Chen Feiyu’s potential, it would be equivalent to having a future main-star level or above martial arts expert on his side.
Naturally, Wang Hao would not tell such an important thing to anyone.
In the Golden Triangle, Wang Hao’s forces were still not tyrannical enough to deter the other forces from seizing the talent from him.
If someone knew and believed in Chen Feiyu’s Copper Solar Constitution, then presumably, every powerful force would compete for him.
At that time, anyone feeling anxious would quite possibly kill Chen Feiyu on the spot.
“If I can’t get it, others can forget about getting it” was the creed pursued by everyone in the Golden Triangle.
Not to mention that the most powerful forces may offer even more than one evolution pearl.
After all, everyone was very clear about it.
The evolution pearl did not guarantee a one hundred percent chance of its user breaking through his bottleneck. It simply increased the chances of breaking through the bottleneck.
Of course, two evolution pearls means two chances.
Suddenly, a polite knock on the door interrupted Wang Hao’s thoughts.
Ma Kaqiao, with a face wreathed with smiles and eyes glittering with an extremely cautious gleam, nodded and bowed before making his way into the VIP box.
“General, how do you do…”
“Oh, Manager Ma, what’s the matter?” Wang Hao raised his eyebrows. Being addressed as General by this Gruesome Madness employee didn’t put him in a good mood.
“It’s like this…” Ma Kaqiao said with some hesitation. “The person who took the heart of Devil Finger Butcher yesterday is here…”
“Is he?” Wang Hao raised his head as he looked around the platform. Immediately, his two thick eyebrows knit together in anger. “Manager Ma, are you making fool of me? Where is he?”
“This…” Ma Kaqiao answered, somewhat embarrassed, “He might have lost his mind. He has gone to the basement first level.”
“Six-star basement first level? Did he broke through?”
The anger on Wang Hao’s face changed into a faint surprise. According to the intel, this man is very young. Entering the five-star level at his age is already very difficult. Entering six-star? This kind of thing is rarely seen.
“He didn’t break through…” Ma Kaqiao pursed his lips. “He is still a five-star martial artist, but in order to earn more money, he chose to fight six-star experts.”
“Is that so?” Wang Hao stood up from the sofa. “That’s good, take me to the six-star VIP room.”
“Ah?” Ma Kaqiao immediately suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. “The chances of him winning…”
Noticing that Wang Hao was already by the entrance, Ma Kaqiao dare not say another word. He could not afford to offend this man who was truly qualified to be addressed as General.
“Young General Wang, what a coincidence to see you here!?”
Outside the VIP box, Wang Hao saw a bronze-skinned old man. That white goatee and the wrought iron cane was the unique symbol of General Wu Lianda of Golden Triangle.
Wu Lianda was the general of the current largest force of Luang Namtha Province of Laos, which used to be second largest back in the past. He had over three thousand seven hundred soldiers under him.
“General Wu.” Wang Hao gave a smile but the depth of his eyes flickered with subtle killing intent. “I was a bit free, so, I came to watch. How are you doing recently?”
“I am doing fine, just fine, but the business isn’t as good as it used to be.” Wu Lianda lightly knocked the ground with his wrought-iron cane, making thumping noises. “Some time ago, there were rumors that I may have had a hand in your brother’s death. I wonder what you think about this?”
“This…” Wang Hao maintained a very calm smile. “I, for one, have never believed in so-called rumors. I only believe in the factual information I receive. Therefore, when I have time, I will send some people to gather information about my brother’s death.”
“Mhmm, good luck with your investigation.” Wu Lianda smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken. “Speaking of which, my relationship with your brother was pretty good as well. I am very pained by his death. If you don’t have enough people to investigate, I can lend you some of my men.”
“Okay.” Wang Hao lightly nodded. “So, I still have something to do, I will not hold you up.”
“Okay, go on with your work.” Wu Lianda waved his hand. “I have to go to the basement first level and take a look at last night’s courageous kid from the basement second level.”
Wang Hao’s foot momentarily halted in the midair before he turned around, looking at the hunchback Wu Lianda. In the past, this old man has never gone to Gruesome Madness or Ultimate Battlefield to pick people.
“Haha…” Wu Lianda walked by Wang Hao. “When you are old, your thoughts can’t keep up with the time. We can only follow young people like you and learn from you.”
“Is that so? We young people also have many places that we can learn from you.”
Wang Hao and Wu Lianda were walking side by side, talking and laughing. Both sides refused to give in to the other.
In the Golden Triangle, giving concession was a sign of weakness.
And the weak were even more vulnerable to attacks from the surrounding forces.
Only when the two entered the basement first level did the two part and enter their respective rooms.
This time, the number of viewers had already reached about fifty percent of the overall viewers. On the huge screen for drawing the lots, numeral digits were constantly changing.
After a minute, the jumping digits finally came to a stop.
Immediately, the number forty-four five-star martial artist and his opponent became particularly eye-catching.
Number one hundred seventy-two vs number forty-four.
Almost everyone’s gaze was focused on number one hundred seventy-two.
The holder of number one hundred seventy-two was a man with ordinary stature. His face was as white as jade and even seemed to give the impression that his skin was shining.
Wang Hao clicked on the computer installed in the VIP room as the data of number one hundred seventy-two appeared before him.
Zhang Erming, cultivation exercise: Triple Light Arts; customary martial art: Triple Light Fist; ultimate skill: Bright Punch.
Looking at Zhang Erming’s battle record, Wang Hao nodded. Good, a combat expert. Unfortunately, his constitution had already reached the peak of its strength, there is no room for future improvements. This number forty-four, on the other hand…
As Wang Hao turned his glance to Qin Fen by the ring, his eyes immediately lit up as his eyebrows slowly neared towards the bridge of his nose.
“This…”
Wang Hao looked more and more confused. As he was only observing from a distance, it was impossible to determine the exact potential of his constitution.
“What? Some stranger has appeared near his home?”
In the Gruesome Madness VIP box, the thirty-five-year-old Wang Hao pushed those golden glasses on his nose as his eyes shone with a gaze that ordinary people couldn’t pick up.
Looking at the communication projection transmitted before him, he sunk into his thoughts as he picked up a toothpick on the table and broke it into two before throwing it into the trash can.
He didn’t give any oral command — he simply made a gesture. But at the sight of it, the eyes of the five people wearing camouflage uniforms on the screen flickered with terrifying slaughter qi.
“General, we know what to do.”
Immediately after, the projection distorted before disappearing without a trace.
Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa as he cast a look to the distant platform through the huge window.
“General…” a man with a long scar on his face next to Wang Hao slightly arched his waist as he asked. “Can your subordinate ask a question?”
“Ming Kun, what do you want to ask? Is it about Chen Feiyu?” There weren’t any big change in Wang Hao’s countenance.
“Yes.” The scar-faced Ming Kun nodded his head hard. “Your subordinate doesn’t understand how a five-star martial artist is worthy of you putting in so much effort to recruit him. Why don’t you just kidnap his sister?”
Wang Hao tapped his fingers on the armrest in a regular pattern. “Naturally, a five-star martial artist isn’t worthy of so much of my efforts. As for kidnapping, would anyone show any loyalty to kidnappers?”
“General, the data shows that there isn’t any improvement in his strength in the last three years.” Ming Kun summoned up his courage and spoke once more. “I am afraid, this man’s potential…”
“I have my own sense of propriety over this matter.”
Wang Hao waved his hand, interrupting Ming Kun’s suggestion. The corner of his lips rose into a smile which others could not understand as he lightly flipped an old note that he always carried with him.
This was the thing he had found in the house of a drug addict when he used to be the captain of the narcotics squad.
What was recorded on it wasn’t some martial arts experience, nor was it martial arts secrets, but some theoretical experiences of research conducted by a martial art professor of a university.
The direction of this professor’s research leaned on the inherent problems of martial artists. Its introduction arrogantly said: “The thing called martial arts is extremely vast. Even someone as powerful as Song Wendong doesn’t dare to claim that he comprehended the true meaning of the martial arts. At least, when it comes to studying the natural endowments of a martial artist, I have a more authoritative say than him! He can practice, but he’s not necessarily able to study!”
Wang Hao didn’t know whether this introduction was too presumptuous or not, but he had never made a single mistake when determining the natural endowments of someone through the manner described in the record.
Or rather only half a mistake had been made, which only presented with Chen Feiyu.
When Wang Hao first saw Chen Feiyu, he discovered that he had a remarkable constitution which was very similar to the one mentioned in the record.
The professor named this constitution the Solar Copper Constitution.
According to the professor’s record, the person who possessed the Copper Solar Constitution had a super talent to learn martial arts in theory. Even if congenital muscular dystrophy (CMD) had affected the development of one’s body in their childhood, he or she would not suffer any bottlenecks before breaking through the comet level.
In regards to the Copper Solar Constitution, the professor gave a lot of speculation.
Thought the record, Wang Hao knew even that if the martial artist with Copper Solar Constitution had CMD, he could still acquire abilities that could offset the disadvantages. As long as one followed the prescription designed by the professor, he or she could reinvigorate and enter the main-star level or even further.
Through several observations, Wang Hao could confirm that the constitution Chen Feiyu had was indeed the Copper Solar Constitution. But he could not understand why this man whose martial strength should have kept on advancing all the way had just reached the meteor-level bottleneck.
Furthermore, according to the data, Chen Feiyu had been stuck in this bottleneck for three years and hadn’t shown a single sign of breaking through.
A martial artist with the Copper Solar Constitution should have quite amazing prospects.
Wang Hao knew that he must have such a talent submit wholeheartedly even more so. If he used some shameless and dirty means to make him temporarily surrender, it would be tantamount to burying a ticking time bomb for himself!
Therefore, Wang Hao was quite clear that he must make Chen Feiyu surrender wholeheartedly. By then, so long as he found a way to develop Chen Feiyu’s potential, it would be equivalent to having a future main-star level or above martial arts expert on his side.
Naturally, Wang Hao would not tell such an important thing to anyone.
In the Golden Triangle, Wang Hao’s forces were still not tyrannical enough to deter the other forces from seizing the talent from him.
If someone knew and believed in Chen Feiyu’s Copper Solar Constitution, then presumably, every powerful force would compete for him.
At that time, anyone feeling anxious would quite possibly kill Chen Feiyu on the spot.
“If I can’t get it, others can forget about getting it” was the creed pursued by everyone in the Golden Triangle.
Not to mention that the most powerful forces may offer even more than one evolution pearl.
After all, everyone was very clear about it.
The evolution pearl did not guarantee a one hundred percent chance of its user breaking through his bottleneck. It simply increased the chances of breaking through the bottleneck.
Of course, two evolution pearls means two chances.
Suddenly, a polite knock on the door interrupted Wang Hao’s thoughts.
Ma Kaqiao, with a face wreathed with smiles and eyes glittering with an extremely cautious gleam, nodded and bowed before making his way into the VIP box.
“General, how do you do…”
“Oh, Manager Ma, what’s the matter?” Wang Hao raised his eyebrows. Being addressed as General by this Gruesome Madness employee didn’t put him in a good mood.
“It’s like this…” Ma Kaqiao said with some hesitation. “The person who took the heart of Devil Finger Butcher yesterday is here…”
“Is he?” Wang Hao raised his head as he looked around the platform. Immediately, his two thick eyebrows knit together in anger. “Manager Ma, are you making fool of me? Where is he?”
“This…” Ma Kaqiao answered, somewhat embarrassed, “He might have lost his mind. He has gone to the basement first level.”
“Six-star basement first level? Did he broke through?”
The anger on Wang Hao’s face changed into a faint surprise. According to the intel, this man is very young. Entering the five-star level at his age is already very difficult. Entering six-star? This kind of thing is rarely seen.
“He didn’t break through…” Ma Kaqiao pursed his lips. “He is still a five-star martial artist, but in order to earn more money, he chose to fight six-star experts.”
“Is that so?” Wang Hao stood up from the sofa. “That’s good, take me to the six-star VIP room.”
“Ah?” Ma Kaqiao immediately suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. “The chances of him winning…”
Noticing that Wang Hao was already by the entrance, Ma Kaqiao dare not say another word. He could not afford to offend this man who was truly qualified to be addressed as General.
“Young General Wang, what a coincidence to see you here!?”
Outside the VIP box, Wang Hao saw a bronze-skinned old man. That white goatee and the wrought iron cane was the unique symbol of General Wu Lianda of Golden Triangle.
Wu Lianda was the general of the current largest force of Luang Namtha Province of Laos, which used to be second largest back in the past. He had over three thousand seven hundred soldiers under him.
“General Wu.” Wang Hao gave a smile but the depth of his eyes flickered with subtle killing intent. “I was a bit free, so, I came to watch. How are you doing recently?”
“I am doing fine, just fine, but the business isn’t as good as it used to be.” Wu Lianda lightly knocked the ground with his wrought-iron cane, making thumping noises. “Some time ago, there were rumors that I may have had a hand in your brother’s death. I wonder what you think about this?”
“This…” Wang Hao maintained a very calm smile. “I, for one, have never believed in so-called rumors. I only believe in the factual information I receive. Therefore, when I have time, I will send some people to gather information about my brother’s death.”
“Mhmm, good luck with your investigation.” Wu Lianda smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken. “Speaking of which, my relationship with your brother was pretty good as well. I am very pained by his death. If you don’t have enough people to investigate, I can lend you some of my men.”
“Okay.” Wang Hao lightly nodded. “So, I still have something to do, I will not hold you up.”
“Okay, go on with your work.” Wu Lianda waved his hand. “I have to go to the basement first level and take a look at last night’s courageous kid from the basement second level.”
Wang Hao’s foot momentarily halted in the midair before he turned around, looking at the hunchback Wu Lianda. In the past, this old man has never gone to Gruesome Madness or Ultimate Battlefield to pick people.
“Haha…” Wu Lianda walked by Wang Hao. “When you are old, your thoughts can’t keep up with the time. We can only follow young people like you and learn from you.”
“Is that so? We young people also have many places that we can learn from you.”
Wang Hao and Wu Lianda were walking side by side, talking and laughing. Both sides refused to give in to the other.
In the Golden Triangle, giving concession was a sign of weakness.
And the weak were even more vulnerable to attacks from the surrounding forces.
Only when the two entered the basement first level did the two part and enter their respective rooms.
This time, the number of viewers had already reached about fifty percent of the overall viewers. On the huge screen for drawing the lots, numeral digits were constantly changing.
After a minute, the jumping digits finally came to a stop.
Immediately, the number forty-four five-star martial artist and his opponent became particularly eye-catching.
Number one hundred seventy-two vs number forty-four.
Almost everyone’s gaze was focused on number one hundred seventy-two.
The holder of number one hundred seventy-two was a man with ordinary stature. His face was as white as jade and even seemed to give the impression that his skin was shining.
Wang Hao clicked on the computer installed in the VIP room as the data of number one hundred seventy-two appeared before him.
Zhang Erming, cultivation exercise: Triple Light Arts; customary martial art: Triple Light Fist; ultimate skill: Bright Punch.
Looking at Zhang Erming’s battle record, Wang Hao nodded. Good, a combat expert. Unfortunately, his constitution had already reached the peak of its strength, there is no room for future improvements. This number forty-four, on the other hand…
As Wang Hao turned his glance to Qin Fen by the ring, his eyes immediately lit up as his eyebrows slowly neared towards the bridge of his nose.
“This…”
Wang Hao looked more and more confused. As he was only observing from a distance, it was impossible to determine the exact potential of his constitution.
