Cosmic Demon

Chapter 163 If ​​people like you are called geniuses, then what am I?
"Mr. Ying, Zhou Yuanchen is not easy to deal with. He rejected our first round offer, saying it was insincere."

After the conversation, Luo Bing immediately contacted Ying Lin who was far away in Hengzhou through the Haizhou relay station.

After a delay of about a few minutes, Ying Lin in the Little Red Building finally received the news.

He frowned and asked:
"Wasn't Ying's 1.2 billion offer enough to impress him? You know, this is the first round. After signing the contract, if the cooperation is pleasant, they can continue to increase the bid.

No matter how talented a person is, there should be a normal price tag. If you ask for too much, no one will agree."

Yu Li, who is now the first in the junior group of the Star Cup and has won the championship title.

When he signed the contract with Tomorrow Group, the first round bid he received was only around 6 billion.

This type of bidding competition, which is similar to the "seed round", is mostly just an expression of intention.

Only when both parties have considered or planned to cooperate will they increase the stakes.

No matter how wealthy a conglomerate is, no matter how much money it has, it is unwilling to waste resources.

On the contrary, the potential data and growth space of every genius must be quantified.

If it does not meet the standards or the risk is too high, it will be abandoned immediately.

Even if Ying Lin spent all his fortune and spent money like crazy, he was helpless in the face of the Nanhuang Dojo.

The greatest respect must be given to the old master who is in his twilight years and has run out of energy!
"He probably thought that the 1.2 billion offer did not meet his expectations."

Luo Bing calmly analyzed:
"But Master Ying, I think if you plan to completely crush the successor of the Nanhuang Dojo, it would be worth it to add some investment!"

Ying Lin frowned even more tightly and asked:
"Why? 1.2 billion is not a small amount. It is enough for him to become the highest-level VIP of United Pharmaceutical for five consecutive years. I don't believe that, apart from Ying's, there are other large companies and forces in Hengzhou that can offer a higher price!"

Luo Bing organized his words and said slowly:
"I'm looking for a more reliable middleman. According to the video footage he sent back and the report on the conversation, Zhou Yuanchen already has the combat power of a professional counter-attack fighter!"

Ying Lin raised his eyebrows and said half-doubtfully:

"I remember that he hasn't reached the professional level yet. He is stuck in a bottleneck period, and his vitality has not been able to break through the 100-point mark."

Luo Bing sent the relevant information that had been prepared to Ying Lin's terminal, and then said:

"Young Master Ying, there is a video recorded at the scene, including one I asked a middleman to find a professional team to conduct a comprehensive assessment of the signs of damage at the scene and the strength of the opponent.

Zhou Yuanchen’s coach is Song Haifeng from the Central City Education Department. He is a certified professional martial artist with extensive teaching experience and is good at boxing and body movements. In the video, there is absolutely no sign of him letting up when they fight..."

Ying Lin listened while clicking on the video. The camera was shaking and the view was blurry.

But the sense of power and destructive force when their fists collided was quite intuitive!

"A powerful force specialized in counter-attack..."

Ying Lin hesitated slightly, thought for a moment and said:
"Talk to Zhou Yuanchen again and test his psychological bottom line. If it doesn't exceed 1.8 billion, you can consider it."

As a direct descendant of the Ying family, it is not difficult for him to mobilize tens of billions with the help of the family foundation.

The reason for hesitation is that when doing business or investing in projects, you cannot ignore the expenditure and return just because you have money. That would be called a spendthrift.

On the other hand, if it is just a "seed round" intention agreement, it is not very restrictive.

In other words, if Zhou Yuanchen feels dissatisfied and doesn't want to cooperate anymore, he can leave at any time.

Only when it reaches the third round, the company will have "personal control" over its contracted players.

Therefore, it is meaningless to bid too high in the seed round, as it will most likely go to waste.

"Okay, less."

Luo Bing nodded. He thought that an offer price of around 1.7 billion might be in line with Zhou Yuanchen’s psychological expectations.

"The successor of Nanhuang Dojo is truly extraordinary! Only with such a large investment can we guarantee that he will be kicked out 100%..."

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"Master Liang, how about this move of mine?"

Behind the playground of the Jiuchang Street No. 9 Middle School, Qin Shi wielded a perfect-grade electric shock saber, the edge of which flashed like lightning and meandered through the atmosphere.

"This sword technique is concise yet flexible. It's a real skill."

As the sun sets, Lao Liang sits on the concrete steps with two cans of ice drinks and braised dishes in plastic bags next to him.

He raised his head and took a sip, then picked up some peanuts and put them into his mouth to chew, and said with great appreciation:
"You have such a good sword, coupled with such extraordinary sword skills, you finally have the demeanor of a descendant of the old martial arts school."

Qin Shi repeatedly practiced the "Tornado Force" and "Prairie Fire Force", and poured surging vitality into the perfect-grade electric shock saber, making it seem as if it had come alive.

His body and mind gradually merged into the weapon, as if it were an extension of his limbs, and he operated it smoothly and with great ease.

"It seems to be responding to the frequency of my breath. Every vibration of the electric light has the same rhythm as my breathing."

Qin Shi used his waist as an axis and spun rapidly, the blade cutting through the air, creating a violent tornado.

When this sword force, which is mainly intended for killing, is unleashed, it is like flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun.

"Master Liang, do you think I have a chance of winning against a professional martial artist while armed?"

After practicing hard for forty minutes, Qin Shi calmed the boiling and hot furnace and asked a question.

"What a boy, so crazy!"

Lao Liang almost choked on the soda. What an amateur would normally consider is how to escape from a professional.

But his disciple was actually thinking about how to win!

"The power of the professional level does not lie in the difference between 'ninety-nine' and 'one hundred'. It represents the human body entering another limit, a comprehensive transformation from the physical to the spiritual, and an all-round enhancement of vitality."

Lao Liang chewed the chicken feet, making a crunching sound, and said vaguely:

"For example, when I was a professional fighter, I was fighting with a tough guy and lost one of my hands. Look, it was right here, it was torn off, the flesh was torn apart, and it was almost shattered.

But later, I was cured by my master's medicine, and with the help of Hongsheng Sect's special secret method to stimulate vitality, I was able to heal and regenerate my broken arm!"

Qin Shi leaned over and saw a very faint red line on the elbow joint of Lao Liang's left arm. He smacked his lips and said:

"Even if the arm is broken, it can grow back. This kind of vitality is incredible! Master Liang, does that mean that there is no such thing at the professional level?"

His thoughts wandered, and he thought of the ancient Dongxia Empire era, when professions like "eunuch" were popular.

"What the hell is on your mind!"

Lao Liang was speechless, then wiped his hands and said:

"I asked this question to my master back then, and he hit me on the head, almost turning me into a lunatic. But my master finally answered me, the higher the professional level, the stronger the vitality concentration, and it is possible to regenerate limbs, heal injuries, and even survive a severed head.

But after the thing below is castrated, it is gone forever. The master said it is the 'blood essence', and it is difficult to revive and grow again. "Qin Shi put the perfect electric shock saber aside and drank the ice drink.

I thought that the most powerful aspect of the professional level was that the concentration of vitality had crossed a limit and transformed into an "inhuman level".

It is no longer as fragile as the amateur level. Not to mention hot weapons, even cold weapons are afraid of it.

"Therefore, in the military, many soldiers of the regiments receive 'glorious evolution' and undergo transplantation surgery, and the standard is professional level. This can ensure a higher survival rate."

Lao Liang spat out the chicken claw bone, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"I've seen some psychic paths. Because of their special inheritance, practicing pupil techniques can easily lead to overload. So they put seven or eight bionic eyes in the tactical equipment box they carry with them, and use them right away."

The corner of Qin Shi's mouth twitched, and he sounded like some kind of evil ghost.

"In short, the professional level crushes the amateur level, which means that the vitality concentration is increased to a maximum extent. But this is not a problem for you."

Lao Liang looked at his apprentice's weapon and said with a smile:

"Your sword is of a very high level. It makes me feel threatened. I guess it is a magical weapon with 'special features'. If it were an ordinary professional-level sword, it might not be able to withstand it."

Qin Shi thought, yes, the perfect-grade electric shock saber was forged by four pillars of gods, so it is estimated that there will be no shortage of "golden entries".

If it comes with "killing", "lifesucking" and "true damage", it will be invincible!
"But you must be especially wary of those martial artists whose flesh and blood have been corrupted, polluted and deformed. They are willing to pay a huge price in exchange for a surge in vitality.

Unless you can penetrate their hearts and blow up their heads, completely destroying their bodies, their self-healing and regenerative abilities will give you a terrifying surprise."

Lao Liang reminded seriously.

When he was serving in the army, he had come into contact with these degenerate and alienated flesh-and-blood martial artists many times.

The combat rules must be strictly followed, the bodies must be burned on the spot, and the bones must be completely crushed to ashes.

"Okay, I remember."

Qin Shi nodded. If he met a professional martial artist whom he could defeat, he would definitely provide a one-stop funeral, with clear arrangements from death to cremation.

"Hour."

Lao Liang turned sideways and looked back at the bright red setting sun.

"Play well in this Top 100 competition. Let everyone in Hengzhou know that there is a young genius in Jiuchang Street."

He pointed at the Zidi No. 9 Middle School that was about to be demolished and said softly:
"It took you more than ten years to walk from here to the Tai'an metropolitan area. But with your current ability, it won't take that long to step out of Hengzhou from the metropolitan area and head towards Xinghai.

Whether it's me or Nanhuang Gym, these are the cornerstones of your ascension to heaven. Let you feel at ease and move forward boldly."

Qin Shi nodded heavily, his tone firm:
"Master Liang! Senior Brother Ren from Nanhuang Dojo said that you were quite famous in the past. I will make the Hengzhou Martial Arts Association tremble with fear at your fame! Who said that a physical education teacher can't teach a genius?"

Lao Liang's lips trembled, and he turned his face away gently:
"You kid, you only know how to say nice things... Go ahead. When I was in Jingzhou, I often heard a saying that an old dog can't teach a wolf cub.

I, a lame old dog, will teach a tiger and leopard to eat cattle!"

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Central City, one week later.

Wearing a bulletproof vest and fully armed, Zhou Yuanchen boarded the helicopter that greeted him.

This time, the top 100 competition will be held in a "polluted area" hundreds of kilometers away from Yancheng.

Song Haifeng, who was wearing sunglasses, sat opposite and said in a deep voice:
"Yuan Chen, as the Education Department has learned, the Hengzhou Martial Arts Association has restarted the wilderness trials. You will be randomly placed in this 'Ghost Crying Rift Valley', which stretches for thousands of kilometers and is a jagged canyon."

Zhou Yuanchen looked carefully at the holographic map projected in Song Haifeng's palm, frowned and asked:
"A survival test? It's similar to the wilderness trials in the past, where each participant is only allowed to carry enough supplies for one or two days, and then has to survive for half a month? Or a month?"

Song Haifeng shook his head, his expression was very solemn:

"It's not that simple. The Ghost Crying Rift Valley was the site of the first battle of the Familiar during the Great Development Period. Because of the high intensity of the war, nearly 700,000 lives were buried there, making it particularly popular among esoteric cultists and corrupt martial artists.

The weather and environment are extremely bad all year round, and there is even a rift leading to the underworld... It is not just a simple survival test. It is said that the Hengzhou Martial Arts Association has prepared a 'surprise' for you."

Zhou Yuanchen asked in surprise:
"You're playing such a big game? With too many deaths, aren't you afraid of being warned and punished by the Martial Arts Association?"

This is not the imperial era, human life is as cheap as grass.

The contestants who are able to participate in the top 100 competition are all the best from various universities or government agencies.

How many people can survive in such cruel competition?

"The Martial Arts Association dares to do this, so they naturally have protective measures. The terminal watch sponsored by Tomorrow Group can use a powerful signal beacon that can break through the electronic blockade in one go. If you encounter danger and want to give up, the barrier will be activated immediately to allow the rescue team to rush to your rescue."

Song Haifeng explained.

"There's no need for me to worry about the Martial Arts Association. This is more interesting! If everything goes well, the opportunity to enter the professional level may be in this top 100 competition!"

Zhou Yuanchen's lips curled up. As long as he could deal with the successor of Nanhuang Dojo, his debt of 1.7 billion would be cleared, and he could continue to borrow money to improve his strength and impact the Star Cup.

"Hmph, those mediocre 'stuff', how can they be called geniuses like me! They don't even understand the most basic rules. In the new generation of martial arts, only those who dare to spend money and take on loans have a future!"

Zhou Yuanchen was full of confidence. In his opinion, the resources and funds that could be consumed by mediocre stuff were at most millions or tens of millions, and there was no future at all.

Only someone like me who spent 1.7 billion cleanly and transformed all the funds into strength is qualified to be called a genius!
Every time he throws a punch and every time he fights, he is filled with a strong desire to win and a belief that he will win.

It's not just sweat and hard work, it also contains the wonderful smell of huge amounts of money burning violently.

It is for this reason that Zhou Yuanchen dared to challenge the professional coach Song Haifeng.

That punch of his represents not only twenty-two years of hard work, but also the strength of 1.7 billion!

"I don't think anyone can stop us in the top 100."

Two hours passed in a flash, and the helicopter landed. Zhou Yuanchen took a big step forward, jumped off, and stepped on solid ground.

He looked over and saw the open lawn was crowded with people, all of them young faces.

The participants of the top 100 competition will board the transport planes in the distance and be dropped into the "battlefield".

Zhou Yuanchen, who was considered the last batch, attracted a lot of attention as soon as he appeared.

He is considered the favorite to win the championship, and with his great fame, he is undoubtedly a "star figure".

"Sure enough, it's just as I thought."

Zhou Yuanchen put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the rows of teams with a scrutinizing and condescending look.

“Let alone my 1.7 billion-force punch, there are very few opponents who allow me to use more than 100 million-force.

If people like you are called geniuses, then what am I? A martial god seed! "

(End of this chapter)