Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

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Ninth Provincial Military Headquarters.

"How is the situation?"

An elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit sat upright at a desk, watching his subordinate walk in to report.

"Currently, battle reports have been sent back from nine cities, including Jiangnan, Jiangbei, and Xincheng."

The subordinates reported in great detail: "Among them, three hundred martial artists from the Myriad Gods Cult were killed in battle in Jiangnan City. Fourteen candidates advanced by fighting in critical moments. Among them, a candidate named Qin Yan killed seven martial artists from the Myriad Gods Cult, making him the most outstanding performer so far."

"Jiangnan City?"

The old man raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly lost in thought, before casually asking, "How's Old Chen's student, the one with the Saint-grade bloodline, doing?"

"She did not play."

The subordinate immediately replied fluently: "Not only that, a genius with a Saint-grade bloodline in Jiangbei City, whose strength has reached the mid-stage of the second-grade realm, is the strongest candidate in the ninth province this year, and he also did not choose to participate in the competition."

"..."

The old man's raised eyebrows furrowed quickly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"These geniuses... perhaps cherish their fame too much."

Seeing this, the subordinate quickly comforted them, "How about... we give them another chance?"

"No need."

The old man frowned, shook his head, and gestured, saying, "All candidates who did not participate in the competition will be considered as having failed the martial arts exam this year. If they want to enter martial arts universities, let them take the entrance exams themselves."

"this……"

The subordinate hesitated, because Liu Ruyan was already Chen Shanhe's student, and if she failed the martial arts exam, it would certainly embarrass Grandmaster Chen: "Governor, wouldn't this... offend Grandmaster Chen?"

"This year, many masters have taken on students."

The old man's expression remained calm, his brows now relaxed, though his voice still held a hint of disappointment: "If we open doors of privilege for them simply because they've become disciples of grandmasters, what's the point of reforming the martial arts examination?"

"The situation on the battlefield of all races is becoming increasingly dire. The time left for our human race to recuperate is running out. What we need now are more warriors, not cowards with only talent and high cultivation levels!"

"Yes……"

The subordinate nodded quickly.

The old man changed the subject: "Pass down the order that the second round of assessments will begin immediately on the first day these martial arts examinees arrive in the provincial capital."

"Aren't they given time to rest?"

The subordinates were somewhat taken aback.

"On the battlefield, will the enemy give you a chance to rest and recuperate?"

The old man asked a question in return, and before his subordinate could answer, he said calmly, "I will personally supervise the second round of the martial arts examination."

"yes!!"

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The martial arts exam team set off once again.

Qin Changsheng then got into a military vehicle and returned to Jiangnan City.

On the road.

He narrowed his eyes, pondering the information Zhou Zhong had just revealed.

On the battlefield of all races.

The current situation is not optimistic. The four powerful clans, led by the Wolf God Clan, have deployed heavy troops near the entrance to the human realm. Once human warriors enter, they will be besieged and attacked by them.

Not only that.

Human warriors currently deep within the battlefield of myriad races are trapped there and unable to return to the human realm.

"This looks...somewhat familiar."

Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could it be... that someone from the human race is about to break through to the Grandmaster level again? I remember encountering a similar situation more than seventy years ago when I was on the battlefield of ten thousand races."

While pondering.

A military jeep stopped in front of his yard.

"Old Qin, we've arrived."

"Um."

Qin Changsheng nodded, opened the car door, got out, and casually closed the door behind him.

The car window rolled down, and the military officer who had driven him there said, "Elder Qin, the military will send over the merit points for the Myriad Gods Cult warriors you hunted today after completing the statistics."

Thank you for your trouble.

Qin Changsheng did not refuse.

The military's merit points are actually quite useful. Many materials needed for martial arts cultivation can be exchanged using merit points, especially on the battlefield of all races, where various medicinal herbs and alloys for forging weapons are traded only with merit points.

After the military personnel left.

Qin Changsheng returned to his room, preparing to continue opening his meridians.

These past two days of battles have made him realize some of his shortcomings. For example, the meridians in his legs are not yet fully open. Although he has a method to subdivide his qi and blood, if a fourth-grade martial artist is focused on escaping, he really has no way to deal with him.

"First, unblock the meridians in the legs."

Qin Changsheng took a deep breath and began to mobilize his internal energy and blood, re-tempering his meridian branches.

Three days later in the blink of an eye.

early morning.

Qin Changsheng's blood and qi surged, and after exhaling a breath of turbid air, he looked as if he had become more than ten years younger. His hair had turned completely black, and even the wrinkles and age spots on his skin had disappeared.

He is now.

Judging from his appearance alone, you could easily believe he is around fifty or sixty years old.

"Nineteen thousand jin."

Qin Changsheng's eyes shone brightly. All the meridians in his body were now fully connected, and his strength had reached the peak of the third rank. He only needed to complete the first blood essence condensation to enter the fourth rank.

"The divine bloodline is indeed astonishing."

He moved his body a little.

Before the system awakened, it took him three whole months to temper his first bone during his first cultivation.

But now.

He opened up all the meridians in his legs in just three days, an efficiency that is incomparable to that of a single day!

"Condensing essence blood can increase qi and blood by about six thousand jin, but this process requires a lot of resources. It's best... to do it in the battlefield of ten thousand races."

Qin Changsheng pondered to himself.

The Qin family is not considered a prominent family in Jiangnan City. After all, the Qin family was of mediocre talent in the past, and among their descendants, the seven sons all achieved limited success. In the third generation, only Qin Yan, a genius, emerged.

With the Qin family's wealth.

To expect someone at the peak of the third rank to break through to the fourth rank is practically a pipe dream.

"Grandpa, something terrible has happened!"

Just as Qin Changsheng was pondering.

Sudden.

A hurried voice came from outside, and a teenager rushed into the yard, his voice anxious: "Someone has broken into our community and is killing people indiscriminately. He... seems to be looking for you."

"Oh?"

Qin Changsheng raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this.

This young man is the eldest grandson of his second son. He has reached the age to enter the martial arts school this year. His qi and blood have been tempered to eight hundred jun, making him one of the most talented members of the fourth generation of the Qin family.

As they were talking.

A series of hurried footsteps approached rapidly from afar.

"You go inside first."

Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking discreetly in the direction of the sound.

After a while.

A man dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a mask and hood appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, exuding a surging killing intent; he was clearly up to no good!

"You are Qin Changsheng?"

The man spoke, his voice hoarse, like a leaky bellows.

Qin Changsheng's pupils narrowed slightly.