Are you laughing at me for not having a mecha? But I am the king of mechas!

Chapter 144 Liu Qingxue: Brother Luo, what are you going to do?

“We were still a step too slow; they got away.” The leading adjudicator’s voice was deep, his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"My war achievements!!!" The other man roared in fury, his aura engulfing the air within a hundred meters, creating a vacuum.

The escape of the ninth-tier expert from the Dark Hall clearly enraged the two adjudicators. Wang Tianfeng and the others held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

It is very difficult for adjudicators to gain merits; their missions are usually against individuals of the same level.

"Don't rush," the third adjudicator suddenly spoke, slowly closing his eyes.
His consciousness spread like a tide, gradually constructing a three-dimensional map in his mind that was completely synchronized with the outside world.

On this three-dimensional mental map, everything that had just happened was clearly reproduced as if it were a reversed image. The trajectory of residual energy, the ripples of spatial fluctuations, and even the aura released by the ninth-level expert when he used his true form skill were all locked.

"A ninth-tier early-stage armor tamer, heading southeast." He suddenly opened his eyes, a dangerous smile curving his lips, his pupils flashing with what seemed like lightning.
"He can't run away!"

The three of them raised their hands at the same time, and the power of heaven and earth converged like rivers flowing into the sea.

The void was forcibly torn open, revealing a passage wrapped in dark purple runes. Before anyone could react, the three figures vanished like ghosts into the distorted spatial rift, leaving only the turbulent energy currents in place as evidence of their existence.

The departure of the three relieved Wang Tianfeng and his companions. The three Arbitrators did not seem easy to get along with, and their energy was too terrifying, which made the three of them very uncomfortable.

As for Xie Canghai and the others, they had already hidden to the side. Although countless people wanted to curry favor with a ninth-level expert, the prestige of a ninth-level expert also made countless people fear him.

"With three arbitrators involved, there shouldn't be any problem for us."

"We have already sent the message to the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts School, and the school will launch a trial against the Zhang family."

The three mechs slowly dissipated into the sky, revealing their bodies. Only then did everyone realize that their eighth-tier top-grade battle armor was shattered, and blood was dripping from the corners of their mouths. They were in a very sorry state.

Everyone was shocked.

Such terrifying combined strength of three directors was actually defeated so badly by a mere early-stage ninth-rank expert. Indeed, a ninth-rank expert is not so easy to challenge.

The three directors landed slowly and returned to the War God Academy's camp, where several teachers hurriedly came to greet them.

"Director, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just a minor internal injury. I'll be fine after a day or two of rest."

Wang Tianfeng and the other two waved their hands, saying that they had just exerted themselves and needed to rest. As for the damaged mecha, they would have to ask the mecha repairman for help when they got back.

In the Third Hell Road.

late at night.

Zhou Luo was sitting cross-legged atop the Asura Peak. He was completely enveloped by milky-white killing intent, and without careful observation, one would not notice the figure within the killing intent.

Rakshasa appeared silently on the palace steps, watching Zhou Luo as he cultivated.

Rakshasa would appear whenever Zhou Luo was in a critical moment. He would appear indifferent and uncaring, but in reality, he was extremely worried about Zhou Luo.

"This is.!!"

Under Rakshasa's gaze, Zhou Luo suddenly opened his eyes. The killing intent that had condensed into a tangible form spread outwards like a shockwave, and the extremely cold killing intent even froze the ground.

The ground within a radius of 100 meters was frozen into frost!
"A murderous aura of intimidation! Zhou Luo actually reached that level so quickly!!"

If Rakshasa hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could master the first stage of the Killing Intent Control Technique in just a few hours.

He had apparently spent half a month learning the first stage. Even Luo Sha, the most outstanding genius of the Asura clan, only took a week. At that time, Luo Sha shocked everyone; everyone believed that Luo Sha would lead the Asura clan to a new level.
But how long did Zhou Luo take? Several hours!!

"As expected of a prodigy with two levels of innate talent, the first stage of the Killing Intent Control Secret Technique only takes a few hours."

Zhou Luo quickly withdrew his killing intent, and looked at the milky white killing intent swirling in his hand with a look of delight.

Zhou Luoneng could clearly sense that the erosion of the killing intent on him had been greatly reduced, and he no longer needed to soak in the Sacred Spirit Liquid every day to harmonize the mottled killing intent in his body.

To his even greater surprise, the secret technique for controlling killing intent was subtly purifying the killing intent within him, making it even purer.

"Congratulations on reaching the first stage. That's not bad considering it took you a few hours."

Rakshasa's voice suddenly rang out. He had already regained his calm and composed expression, his hands still behind his back, as if Zhou Luo's breakthrough was nothing more than a trivial matter.

The crimson moonlight shone on him, making the patterns on his body appear even more bizarre, and highlighting the unfathomable depths of his indifference.

Zhou Luo couldn't help but ask, "May I ask how long it took you, teacher, to reach the first stage?"

"Why are you asking this?" Rakshasa's figure paused slightly.

"I'm just making a comparison," Zhou Luo said, scratching his head.

"Back then," Rakshasa's voice suddenly became ethereal, "it only took an hour, nothing to mention."

He said this with his back still to Zhou Luo. His hoarse voice and indifferent tone gave him the air of a hermit, which at least intimidated Zhou Luo.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Luo was filled with awe and thought to himself, "As expected of the natives of Hell Road, their control over killing intent is so effortless."

Zhou Luo was unaware that this was just Rakshasa fooling him, and he never expected that a peak eighth-level expert would fool a mere peak sixth-level armor master like him.

"You don't need to compare yourself to me. Your talent is already extremely strong. Apart from me, you should be the strongest person, including my ancestors of the Asura clan."

"With your talent, I estimate you can reach the second stage in a month."

After all, it took me more than a year of practicing the secret technique to reach the second stage.

"So long?" Zhou Luo frowned slightly.

This secret technique for controlling killing intent doesn't seem as difficult to cultivate as the Heavenly Emperor Fist; it actually takes a month.

"Of course, not everyone can master this secret technique. Once you reach the second stage, the third stage will be much easier to grasp."

"Okay, that's it for today."

After speaking, Rakshasa's figure disappeared again. Zhou Luo glanced at the sky and realized it was already late at night. He then broke through the space and returned to Liu Qingxue's courtyard.

Upon entering the room, I found Liu Qingxue lying on her side on the bed, the velvet quilt flowing down her body's curves, outlining a breathtaking arc at her waist.
Zhou Luo snuggled into the covers and pulled the delicate body into his arms.

"ah!"

"Qingxue, you're not asleep? That's good!"

"Brother Luo, what are you doing!?"

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)