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

Chapter 155 Advancement Mission! Purchase Tier 8 Fighter Jets!
Not long after Yue Lingling left with Yue Tianbo, the fighter jets from the Blue Star Martial Arts Academy arrived at the War God Academy on time.

No one stopped the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts School's fighter jets, and they eventually landed over Zhou Luo's villa.

The fighter jet bore the emblem of the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts Academy. However, this fighter jet was an eighth-tier intelligent fighter jet. Soon, a powerful figure appeared in the void, carrying a special box in his hand.

Zhou Luo entered the courtyard.

"The Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts School is truly terrifying that they would actually use an eighth-tier Arbiter as a special envoy!"

Eighth-tier experts are already among the very top-tier elites on Blue Star. They could easily become the head of any branch martial arts school. Yet, such experts are being used as deliverymen.

The process was the same as before: Zhou Luo's identity was confirmed, and some instructions were given. Then, the powerful man handed the box to Zhou Luo.

Throughout the entire process, this powerful figure did not utter a single additional word, but simply gave Zhou Luo a deep look before piloting his fighter jet away.

Zhou Luo carried the box into the cultivation room.

The contents of the box floated in front of Zhou Luo's face as soon as it was opened.

One hundred Spirit Source Stones, the Aura Condensation Technique, a complete set of Tier 7 Supreme Judge Armor, the Ultimate Sublimation Secret Technique, the Heavenly Emperor Fist (Tier 7), and the Stellar Meditation Technique.

The energy infusion for ninth-tier monsters requires going to the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts Hall, specifically the main martial arts hall on Blue Star.

The other branch martial arts schools do not have this power or such ruthless methods.

"Huh? How come there's an extra Ultimate Ascension Secret Technique??"

Just then, Zhou Luo's time-space bracelet vibrated, and a message popped up. It was from the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts Hall.

[West Mad Judge, please transfer Zhang Hao to the Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts Hall for trial as soon as possible. The temporary change to your Peak Contract reward is an order from Starry Sky Headquarters.]

Just as Zhou Luo finished reading the message, another system message popped up.

[Heavenly Punishment Mission System Released: Western Mad Judge Advancement Mission - Escort Zhang Hao to the Heavenly Punishment Main Martial Arts Hall within three days. Mission failure occurs if time expires!]

Zhou Luo's expression changed slightly upon seeing this message.

Zhang Hao is one of the members of the Dark Hall. Although the Dark Hall does not know whether Zhang Hao is dead or not, Zhang Hao's sequence inheritance token is on him.

Moreover, he possesses more than just one Sequence Inheritance Token.

Once he steps out of the War God Academy, people from the Dark Hall will definitely be watching him in the shadows, making it incredibly difficult to complete this mission.

"This task is truly exceptionally difficult. The difficulty for a Judge to advance to the Arbitrator level is no joke." Zhou Luo's expression was calm, but his gaze was slightly grave.

The mission time was too tight, and Zhou Luo simply didn't have time to cultivate the secret technique rewarded by the peak contract.

The main martial arts school of Tianfa on Blue Star is located in the capital. Even if you pilot a Tier 7 fighter jet without any unexpected incidents, it will still take two days to reach the capital.

After some thought, Zhou Luo decided to exchange for an eighth-tier intelligent fighter jet. Eighth-tier fighter jets are fast and have high defense, so even if they encounter a strong opponent, they can hold them off for a while.

He could only hope that the Dark Temple wouldn't send a ninth-tier expert to attack him, otherwise, no matter how powerful he was, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

Last night he spent 1,560 spirit stars to buy ultimate moves and secret techniques, and he still had more than 700 spirit stars left. With the 300 spirit stars from the peak contract reward, his account had more than 1,000 spirit stars, which was just enough to buy a decent eighth-tier fighter jet.

His consciousness was linked to the bracelet and entered the virtual Heavenly Punishment Martial Arts Hall platform. On the recommendation of his assistant, he chose a fast and highly defensive fighter jet from among many others.

This fighter jet is the Tianyu from the Tiangang series. It is characterized by its high speed and high defense. It has five eighth-tier monster inner cores as its core energy and possesses the exclusive skill Tiangang Shield.

These types of fighter jets are known as tortoise-shell fighter jets by all pilots.

In the afternoon, a fighter jet streaked across the sky and landed on the landing pad of the War God Academy. Among the many fighter jets, this Tier 8 fighter jet stood out.

"Hey~ Old Zhao, you bought an eighth-tier fighter jet?"

A third-level teacher saw Zhao Shanhe on the tarmac and assumed that the fighter jet was bought by Zhao Shanhe.

As a level three teacher at the War God Academy, I can still afford an eighth-tier fighter jet if I grit my teeth.

"Not yet. I guess it was bought by some level three teacher. My fighter jet has suffered a bit with me, but it's still usable."

Zhao Shanhe grinned widely, then continued walking toward his fighter jet to unload the cargo.

His Tier 7 fighter jet was piled high with materials from monsters and alien beasts, and the jet was filled with a stench. Zhao Shanhe unloaded the cargo as if nothing had happened.

Upon seeing this, Ma Yuan's eyes twitched slightly.

Zhao Shanhe is known as the "Butcher" for a reason; over the years, he has gone to the wilderness every week to hunt monsters.

And every time he returned with a full load, no one knows how much money this guy has made over the years.

This guy is as stingy as a miser; it's harder than climbing to heaven to borrow money from him.

Soon after Zhao Shanhe finished unloading the goods, he happily hummed a little tune as he looked at his harvest from the night before. Suddenly, a person dressed in a Judgement fighter jet slowly walked towards the helipad.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Zhao and Teacher Ma." The visitor was Zhou Luo, who was preparing to activate his fighter jet.
"Where are you going, kid? Are you going to use your teacher's Tier 7 fighter jet again? Why don't you use mine? Just make sure you clean it up for me later."

Zhao Shanhe generously pointed to his "clean" fighter jet.

Ma Yuan wanted to punch Zhao Shanhe when he heard this. "Damn it, can't you see how dirty your own fighter jet is? How dare you say that?"

Zhao Shanhe had lent the fighter jets to the students more than once or twice, and each time they were returned, the students had cleaned them thoroughly.

In Zhao Shanhe's words: "We don't have to clean the fighter jets ourselves anymore."

Actually, the teachers' fighter jets are usually cleaned by someone, but Zhao Shanhe is a bit special. He's been blacklisted, and his fighter jet is suffering a lot because of him.

"Let's leave it at that, Teacher Zhao. I've already bought my own fighter jet." Zhou Luo said with a polite smile.

"You bought a fighter jet yourself? Tier 6 or Tier 7?" Zhao Shanhe glanced around and noticed that the nearby fighter jets all seemed to be owned, but his gaze immediately fell on the Tier 8 fighter jet next to him: "Could it be..."

Zhou Luo didn't speak, but smiled slightly. As he approached, the hatch of the Sky Royal Fighter slowly opened, and a red light fell on Zhou Luo's body.

The scan of Zhou Luo's appearance, iris, and skin was completed in an instant.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Zhao Shanhe and Ma Yuan, Zhou Luo slowly walked into the fighter jet, and it wasn't until the Tianyu fighter jet broke through the sky and flew away that the two of them reacted.

"That Tier 8 fighter jet was bought by that kid???" Zhao Shanhe's voice rose several octaves, his incredulous gaze locking onto Ma Yuan.

"Didn't you see it?"

After saying that, Ma Yuan flew away in his Tier 7 fighter jet.

For a moment, Zhao Shanhe was the only one left on the tarmac. He looked at the Tier 7 fighter jet that had been with him for three years, and suddenly it lost its appeal.

He then glanced at the cold 5,800 spirit stars in his account and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)