High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 137 Reunion with an Old Friend, Father's Severed Arm Regenerated! (Seventh update, bonus chapter for the Alliance Leader, please vote with monthly tickets~)

The piercing screams still echoed inside the martial arts gym.

The coach of Hongchang Martial Arts School dared not utter another harsh word. He struggled to his feet and, rolling and crawling, fled out of the gate of Jixian Martial Arts School as if escaping, running away in disgrace.

A farce will end here.

Qin Feng watched his disheveled departure and simply smiled faintly.

He turned around and said gently to the martial artists around him who were still in shock and dumbfounded, "Alright, it's alright now. Everyone, continue your training."

His voice seemed to carry a calming power.

The crowd then seemed to wake from a dream, and their eyes were filled with awe as they looked at Qin Feng.

They all smiled and nodded kindly at Qin Feng, then dispersed in perfect unison and returned to their respective training areas.

Witnessing firsthand what true strength is, and the impact on them was unparalleled.

Having resolved the trouble, Qin Feng stepped down from the arena and went straight to Li Weiguo and Zhou Heyuan, greeting them with a familiar, gentle smile.

"Teacher Li, Zhou Heyuan, it's been a long time."

"Hey! Qin Feng!"

Li Weiguo was so excited that his face was flushed. He stepped forward and carefully looked at his former student, as if he wanted to get to know him all over again.

His eyes were filled with undisguised joy and pride.

"Good lad! Good lad! Congratulations on winning the Qiming General Star! I was watching the live broadcast of the competition, and I was so excited! You really... you've really brought great honor to our Yin'ou Community and our No. 13 Middle School!"

"It was just a fluke."

Qin Feng said modestly.

Zhou Heyuan, standing to the side, looked at Qin Feng with extremely complicated feelings.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a bitter laugh.

"Qin Feng, you... you've become so strong that I can't even comprehend it anymore."

Once upon a time, he was the "genius" who always outshone Qin Feng in class, but now the height that the other stood at was an unattainable peak that he would have to look up to for the rest of his life.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the group chatted about their recent situations.

Finally, looking at the composed and unfathomably powerful young man before him, Li Weiguo couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

He let out a long sigh, his voice filled with deep emotion.

"Honestly, Qin Feng, even now, I still can't believe it. Who would have thought that the student who was almost expelled by me and sent to a vocational school, whose vitality index was only 0.41 in the third year of junior high school, could actually get to where he is today and obtain... the position of Qiming General Star, which all martial arts high school students in the entire Qiming Star area dream of."

There was a hint of relief in his voice.

I'm glad I didn't personally destroy a legend that could have illuminated the starry sky.

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Hou Yuwei, a girl who had been standing to the side, too shy to approach and speak because of her admiration, widened her bright eyes and opened her mouth slightly in surprise when she heard this.

Is the vitality index of a ninth grader only 0.4?

How is this possible?!
This data doesn't even reach the admission line of a regular middle school!

And now, he is the Qiming General who has suppressed all the geniuses in the entire Qiming Star, and can defeat himself and the martial arts school instructor with a single move!

What kind of transformative change occurred during this process?

For a moment, Hou Yuwei's gaze towards Qin Feng, in addition to the original admiration and awe, also carried a strong sense of curiosity and disbelief.

……

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Qin Feng bid farewell to Li Weiguo and the others.

He went to the front desk of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy and said directly, "Hello, I would like to apply for a monthly pass for the highest-level martial arts room."

The staff at the front desk clearly recognized the "rising star" who had just displayed his prowess and quickly processed his paperwork.

"Hello, Mr. Qin Feng. The highest-class private martial arts room costs three thousand Imperial Coins per month."

"it is good."

Qin Feng paid the fee without hesitation.

He currently has a balance of 900,000 Imperial Coins in his account, so 3,000 Coins is really nothing to him.

After getting his monthly pass, Qin Feng turned and left the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, preparing to go home.

However, just as he stepped out of the martial arts gym, a slightly shy, clear voice came from behind him.

"Hey! Qin Feng!"

Qin Feng turned around and saw that it was the girl named Hou Yuwei standing there prettily.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed with nervousness, and her hands nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, but her bright eyes shone with a determined light of courage.

"What's up?"

Qin Feng asked.

"I...I...I want to..."

Hou Yuwei took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, before she could finish speaking, "Could I... add you as a friend in the subspace?"

After she finished speaking, her face was as red as a ripe apple.

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback.

He glanced at the girl in front of him and recalled how, even though she was no match for him on the arena, she still stepped in to uphold the reputation of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy and Master Sun.

That's a good character trait.

Moreover, she was someone who had received favors from Master Sun, and they could be considered to have some degree of kinship as fellow disciples.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng nodded.

"Ok."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Hou Yuwei's face instantly lit up with an incredibly delighted smile.

She quickly opened her personal terminal and added Qin Feng as a friend on the subspace network.

"Thank you, Qin Feng!"

After adding her as a friend, Hou Yuwei was completely satisfied.

Qin Feng smiled and nodded, without saying anything more, and turned to walk straight towards his home.

……

The familiar residential building, the familiar stairwell.

Qin Feng stood at his front door and entered the password.

"Click."

The door opened.

A warm and familiar feeling wafted over me.

In the living room, the father, Qin Dahai, was sitting on the somewhat old sofa, intently watching the imperial military news playing on the old television hanging on the wall.

Hearing the door open, he instinctively turned around.

When he saw that the person who came was his son whom he had been thinking about day and night, he was stunned at first, and then he suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face full of surprise.

"Son! Why are you back so soon?!"

"dad."

Looking at his father's familiar face, Qin Feng felt a warmth in his heart, and all his fatigue and exhaustion vanished in that moment.

He stepped forward and gave his father a tight hug.

The father and son exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Qin Dahai's smile never stopped.

He pulled Qin Feng along, looking him up and down, repeatedly saying, "You've grown taller" and "You've become stronger."

Then, he slapped his thigh.

"You wait! You probably haven't eaten yet! Dad's going out to buy you something good to eat! I'll buy you the highest grade of ferocious beast meat to give you a good boost!"

As he spoke, he got up to leave.

"Dad, don't worry."

Qin Feng stopped him, then opened his personal terminal and started operating it.

Soon, a crisp notification sound rang out from Qin Dahai's terminal.

[Your account has received a transfer of 800,000 Imperial Coins.]

Qin Dahai was completely stunned when he saw this string of numbers.

"Son...son, what are you doing? So much money!"

"Dad, this is for you."

Qin Feng calmly explained, "The total cash reward for obtaining the Qiming General Star this time is ten million Imperial Coins. However, I spent nine million and one hundred thousand on purchasing resources, cultivation techniques, and various permissions for the subspace network that I need for subsequent cultivation. Now, I still have nine hundred thousand left."

“I’ll give you 800,000 yuan, keep it for yourself. Haven’t you been persisting in your cultivation? From now on, don’t be stingy, buy the best martial arts cultivation resources you need. Your health is the most important thing.”

After hearing his son's words, Qin Dahai felt both gratified and heartbroken.

"And what about you? You only keep 100,000, is that enough?"

He quickly asked, wanting to transfer the money back, "You're going to Canaan Star Martial Arts University soon, the cost of living there will definitely be high! If you give me all the money, what will you do yourself?"

"Dad, don't worry."

Qin Feng held his father's hand and said with a smile, "I'm good enough. Besides, once I reach the fourth level of martial artist, I can take on imperial missions, and there will be plenty of ways to make money then. Please accept it without worry."

Seeing the unwavering determination in his son's eyes, Qin Dahai ultimately gave up.

He nodded heavily, his eyes welling up with tears again.

"Okay... Dad will listen to you."

He accepted the money and then went out to buy vegetables and meat.

He wanted to prepare a lavish welcome feast for his son.

Qin Feng watched his father's departing figure, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

He sat back down on the old, peeling sofa and sank into it.

All around, there was the familiar smell of home.

Outside the window, the familiar hustle and bustle of the city unfolds.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented and rare sense of peace and tranquility.

After a while, he had a sudden thought and summoned his smart assistant.

Hammer, a palm-sized, chibi-style red and white flying dragon, appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

"Hamer."

Qin Feng asked, "Could you help me find out what method a level three martial artist, who was severely injured by the Flame Demon's Fiery Breath and had his arm amputated, can use to regenerate his severed arm after completely removing the fire poison from his body?"

This has always been a persistent belief in his heart.

To regenerate an arm for my father!
"Received, Master. Retrieving your Imperial Database..."

Data streams flashed rapidly in Hammer's golden eyes.

A few seconds later, it gave an accurate answer.

"Based on your description, the most effective and side-effect-free method is to use 'T-3 type gene regeneration fluid'."

"This regeneration fluid can only be obtained through 'Imperial Contribution Points,' with a standard value of 100 contribution points per vial. Based on your description of the injury, Hammer suggests that it is best to use two vials of the regeneration fluid to ensure that the regenerated arm can be perfectly restored to its peak condition. At the same time, during the regeneration process, it is best to use it in conjunction with a high-grade psionic potion and a low-grade mental recovery potion to replenish the consumption of life energy and mental strength."

Imperial contribution points?
Qin Feng nodded slightly, a new goal forming in his mind. He looked at Hammer, recalling the Nurgle champion Krok who had shaken his spirit on Inferno IV, and asked again:
"Hamer, help me check again. Roughly how many Imperial Contribution Points can a Level 2 Martial Arts veteran who has spent his entire life fighting against alien races on the Empire's borders be converted into?"

"Instruction received. Estimating for you..."

Hammer has once again entered a state of high-speed computation.

"Estimation model under construction... Assumptions: combat duration is 40 Imperial years, combat environment is a medium-intensity border battlefield, and the opponent is a non-human race of equal level..."

"Master, the calculation is complete. Under ideal conditions, a level two martial artist veteran who fights against alien races for a lifetime, the effort he puts in and the combat missions he completes are roughly equivalent to 500 Imperial Contribution Points."

"But it should be noted that,"

Hammer added, "According to Imperial law, warriors who have not reached level four and are unable to carry out missions independently cannot unlock the Imperial Missions section or directly obtain Imperial Contribution Points. All their battle achievements usually need to be reported to their respective Planetary Governor's Office, Planetary Military Department, Planetary Finance Department, and other institutions, and then distributed to them by these institutions in the form of resource allocation."

After hearing Hammer's explanation, Qin Feng fell silent.

He leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Five hundred contribution points...

That veteran named Kro, he fought his whole life, he fought bloody battles, and he deserved all of this.

Ultimately, however, the glory and rewards that should have belonged to him fell into the hands of the corrupt officials on Planet Purgatory-IV.

He himself could only face his disability in despair, and was then kicked out of the Astral Army because of it, thrown into a mining machine to mine endlessly, and finally fell into the embrace of the Chaos God.

How ironic, and how tragic.

Fortunately, things aren't like that at Qimingxing; thankfully, there isn't as much corruption here.

Qin Feng was very fortunate.
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The scene shifts to the dark and damp interior of the Hongchang Martial Arts School.

Unlike the bright and clean environment of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, which was full of a positive atmosphere, the air here was filled with a pungent smell of cheap ointment mixed with sweat.

The walls are covered with exaggerated posters that promote "one-hit kill" and "three-day crash course", exuding a cheap commercial atmosphere.

"boom!"

The back door of the martial arts school was kicked open violently.

A figure stumbled in, looking disheveled.

It was the same coach whose wrist had been crippled by Qin Feng in one move at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym.

He clutched his wrist, which was swollen like a pig's trotter, his face filled with pain and resentment.

"Damn it! It hurts like hell!"

He cursed as he rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of cheap liniment, spraying it haphazardly onto the wound.

A pungent smell instantly filled the entire room.

A middle-aged man with a similar build to him, but who looked more shrewd, came out from the inner room.

He is the owner of Hongchang Martial Arts School and the older brother of the injured coach.

"came back?"

The shopkeeper frowned when he saw his younger brother's disheveled appearance. "Why are you back so soon? Did you finish the job? Where's that kid from Golden Dragon Martial Arts Academy?"

"What a load of crap!"

Upon hearing this, the younger brother reacted as if a powder keg had been ignited. He slammed his hand on the table, which aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, he recounted everything that had just happened at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, embellishing the details as he went.

"Damn it, some kid named Qin Feng popped up out of nowhere and crippled me in one move! That Jinlong Wu Gao guy saw things were going badly and turned tail and ran! I'm stuck here holding the fort all by myself!"

"Bro, what the hell is going on here! How did such a tough nut to crack appear out of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy?!"

As the curator listened to his younger brother's account, the expression on his face changed from initial doubt to later solemnity.

Finally, when he heard the words "Qin Feng" and "Qiming General Star," his face turned deathly pale.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

However, his younger brother was completely unaware of his older brother's unusual behavior.

Still consumed by his anger and humiliation, he said viciously:
"Brother! I can't swallow this! That kid went too far! How about... we find some people in the underworld, spend some money, and teach him a lesson? I'll also investigate his family. I refuse to believe that a mere kid can cause trouble! We have to teach him a lesson and let him know what happens when he offends us brothers!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Snapped!!!"

A resounding slap landed squarely on his face!
The slap was extremely powerful, causing him to stagger, and half of his cheek visibly swelled up.

The younger brother was completely stunned by the beating.

He covered his face, staring incredulously at his own brother.

"Brother...why...why did you hit me?"

"I'll hit you? I'd fucking kill you!"

The museum owner's body trembled slightly from extreme fear and anger.

He pointed at his brother's nose and roared hoarsely, "Are you fucking insane! Or is your brain filled with the excrement of strange beasts?!"

Do you know what "Qiming General Star" is?!

"He is the only champion to emerge from among the top martial arts high school students in the entire Qiming Star region! He is a future pillar of the empire! He is destined to become a planetary-level, stellar-level figure!"

The owner's voice became sharp and shrill due to his excitement.

"Take revenge on him? And even his family? Let me tell you! Don't even mention us two low-level, idle martial artists. Even the managers of those beast processing plants around our community, those local bullies who have hundreds of thugs under their command and whose word is law in this area, would have to act like grandsons and bow and scrape before this guy! They would have to do everything they could to suck up to him and his family, afraid that he might suffer even the slightest grievance!"

"You still want revenge? You idiot! I'll fuck your mother!"

The younger brother was completely stunned by his older brother's series of roars.

He stood there blankly, and subconsciously muttered something in a wronged tone.

"We...we share the same mother..."

"Shut up! I'm fucking your virtual girl from the subspace!"

The owner was so angry that he slapped him again, and this slap finally woke him up completely.

The owner was furious at his younger brother's foolish behavior, but he was still his own brother after all.

He suppressed his anger and spoke in an unprecedentedly serious tone:
"Now! Immediately! Right now! Get me a subspace network pass! Spend some more money to get permanent access to the Imperial Forum! Go brush up on your common sense there! Don't fucking think you're invincible just because you fought in underground boxing for a few years! Let me tell you, people like us are the lowest of the low in this interstellar martial arts society! The authorities call us 'unemployed martial artists'!"

"I finally managed to turn my life around by opening a martial arts school. If you, an idiot, ruin it for me, I'll beat you to death with my own hands!"

Seeing his older brother's serious expression, the younger brother finally realized that he seemed to have really committed a terrible crime.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Brother... is it really that exaggerated? Even that arrogant Director Liu from the alien beast carcass processing plant in our area has to fawn over him?"

"Ah."

The owner nodded heavily, his eyes filled with lingering fear. "Director Liu, everyone has to suck up to him. Now, do you understand? Stay put and don't cause any more trouble!"

"I...I know."

The younger brother nodded hurriedly, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He now realized that he had just escaped death today.

He thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Brother, how about I go to the Extreme Martial Arts Academy again tomorrow to apologize in person?"

"Don't you think you're shameful enough already?!"

The owner almost slapped him again. "Those big shots will forget about you like the plague in no time, isn't that great? Why do you have to keep trying to get attention? You're such an idiot!"

"Aww...yes, yes."

The younger brother suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

He slumped into the chair, let out a long sigh, and prayed silently.

"I hope this enlightened venerable general is magnanimous."

"Just treat me like a fart, give me a piece of your mind, and let me go..."

……

The scene then shifts back to Qin Feng's home.

More than an hour later, Qin Dahai hummed an off-key tune, carrying large and small bags, and returned home contentedly.

He bought only the freshest, most energy-rich meat from ferocious beasts, along with various vegetables and seasonings that his son loved.

He then plunged into the kitchen and got busy.

Qin Feng wanted to help, but his father smiled and pushed him out, telling him to relax and watch TV in the living room.

An hour later, eight steaming hot dishes, each with its own distinct color, aroma, and flavor, were served on the table.

Braised Griffin Leg, Steamed Dragon Scale Fish, Stir-fried Salamander Tenderloin... Every dish is made with high-quality ingredients, has an enticing aroma, and is full of the taste of home.

"Come on, son, eat up! Try Dad's cooking and see if it's gotten any worse!"

Qin Dahai placed a large piece of griffin leg meat on Qin Feng's plate, his face beaming with a happy smile.

Qin Feng ate heartily, constantly serving food to his father as he ate.

The father and son ate and chatted in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

"By the way, your uncle will probably be able to take leave and come back in a few days."

Qin Dahai said, "And your two younger brothers are on summer vacation now, playing wildly at home every day. When you have time, give them some pointers. With your cousin, a rising star, personally teaching them, they can brag about it for a lifetime."

"OK, no problem."

Qin Feng smiled and agreed.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to our new home to show you around."

Qin Dahai added, "That villa is located in the core area of ​​the metropolitan area, with top-notch environment and security. It's excellent."

"it is good."

The father and son didn't exchange many polite words; everything was conveyed through the simple and genuine meal and conversation.

After dinner, Qin Dahai urged Qin Feng to go and rest early, saying that he must be tired after a long day of running around.

He, meanwhile, hummed a little tune and contentedly began clearing away the dishes.

Qin Feng knew that his father was always like this.

The passion and love in his heart were like magma buried deep underground, fiery and profound.

But when expressed, it always carries a hint of taciturnity, a sense of alienation belonging to the older generation.

Qin Feng didn't say anything more and returned to his very familiar bedroom.

He lay on his somewhat old bed, feeling that long-lost, familiar soft touch.

The scent of sunshine lingered on the sheets.

An unprecedented sense of tranquility and peace enveloped him.

At Qiming No. 1 High School, he was always on edge, practicing diligently without daring to slack off in the slightest.

Now, back in this haven called "home," he can finally relax a little after being tense for more than a year.

He didn't fall asleep immediately, but closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness in his own sea of ​​knowledge.

He began practicing the "Emperor's Meditation Method".

Visualizing that majestic and eternal figure of the emperor tempers one's will and helps to sort out one's recent turbulent emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, a wave of weariness washed over me.

Qin Feng's consciousness gradually sank, and finally, he fell into a long-lost, deep sleep.

That night, he slept particularly soundly.

(End of this chapter)