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

First Military Academy.

In front of the school gate.

"Holy crap..."

Qin Changsheng couldn't help but widen his eyes. Even with his advanced age of one hundred, he still felt a great shock to his heart, with turbulent waves surging within him.

A full five minutes passed.

He finally snapped out of his shock and let out a deep breath: "This... is this the number one martial arts competition for the human race?"

All I saw was...

Before him stood a massive wall, three hundred meters high and tens of thousands of meters long—no, it would be more accurate to call it a city wall. At the very top of the wall hung a huge plaque several hundred meters long, bearing the four gleaming golden characters "First Military Academy"!

"What a grand gesture..."

Qin Changsheng secretly gasped.

There is no other reason.

This enormous plaque is entirely made of mystic crystal. The characters on the plaque were forcibly solidified by a Grandmaster with boundless spiritual power. If you get a little closer, you can feel the Grandmaster's aura emanating from the large characters on the plaque.

"The value of this plaque alone is probably over several hundred billion, enough to make that old dog Liu Ming'en swell up like a water balloon from all the injections."

Qin Changsheng's eyes twitched violently.

At this time.

A voice sounded from behind him: "Sir, is this your first time visiting our First Military Academy?"

His voice was clear and gentle, carrying the boundless vigor of a young man.

Qin Changsheng turned around and saw a blond boy with a ponytail.

"Um."

He nodded calmly, then asked curiously, "Are you a student at the First Military Academy?"

"That's right."

The young man nodded, looking quite familiar: "The First Military Academy welcomes martial artists of rank three and above to visit. I just came back from the First Transit City today. If you're interested, I can take you inside for a look."

"Oh?"

Qin Changsheng was somewhat surprised. The young man in front of him was energetic and had a very friendly manner, making him seem easy to approach: "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, young man."

"Thank you for your trouble?"

The blond youth raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Qin Changsheng with a half-smile: "Hey uncle, have you misunderstood something? My tour of the First Military Academy isn't free."

As he spoke, he held up his fingers and made a gesture of counting money: "Ten thousand yuan, and I'll take you anywhere within the First Military Academy without any hindrance."

"So expensive?"

Qin Changsheng frowned slightly. The once energetic young man now appeared somewhat mercenary and materialistic in his eyes.

"Then you wouldn't understand."

The young man didn't care about Qin Changsheng's change in expression at all, and said with a smile, "The ticket for visiting the First Military Academy is only three hundred yuan, but the area you can visit is limited, and the only place you can move around is the outer ceremonial area."

"But it's different if I take you in."

As he spoke, he took out a tablet from his backpack, tapped it a few times, and then pointed the screen at Qin Changsheng: "Look, here are the combat tactics area, training area, and so on of the First Military Academy. I can even take you to the cafeteria with my student card and let you enjoy a lunch at the First Military Academy."

"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth for ten thousand yuan."

Qin Changsheng was somewhat tempted by what he said.

I thought about it.

He took out his phone, opened the QR code scanner, and said casually, "Fine, open the payment code, I'll pay you."

"Oh, thank you!"

The blond youth beamed, his already energetic face now displaying a wide, radiant smile: "Uncle, you seem like a straightforward person. Don't worry, follow me, Qin Feiyu, and I'll make sure you get to experience the entire First Military Academy in a single day!"

"Your surname is Qin?"

Qin Changsheng was somewhat surprised: "In that case, we are from the same clan."

"What a coincidence?"

The blond boy was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Since we're from the same family, I'll give you a discount. Uncle, just transfer me nine thousand yuan."

Qin Changsheng scanned the other party's QR code and was about to make the payment.

At this time.

A voice suddenly rang out: "Qin Feiyu, are you trying to scam people again?"

The blond boy, who had been beaming just moments before, instinctively shrank back upon hearing this voice, his eyes now filled with urgency as he looked at Qin Changsheng: "Uncle, hurry up and pay."

Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but his hands moved slowly.

because.

He recognized the voice; not only did he recognize it, but he was quite familiar with it.

A few seconds later.

A girl dressed in black combat gear rushed up to the two of them, grabbed the blond boy's ear, and made him wince in pain: "-Senior, have mercy!"

"You, are you going to use your position in the First Military Academy Student Union to swindle people for profit?"

The girl's voice was full of displeasure and exasperation: "The teacher just scolded you last month, can't you be more mindful?"

Done.

She turned her head, looking at Qin Changsheng with some guilt, and was about to speak when she suddenly paused, startled: "Eh? Grandpa? What brings you to the First Military Academy?"

The girl was Jiang Mengli, a student of Grandmaster Li Qingyue, who fought alongside Qin Changsheng on the battlefield of ten thousand races a few days ago.

"Xiao Jiang."

Qin Changsheng's expression was somewhat complicated: "This matter... is a long story. I encountered some trouble on the battlefield of the myriad races and was driven back to the human realm by the Grandmasters."

"..."

Before Jiang Mengli could speak, Qin Feiyu couldn't help but mutter, "What a load of bull! I've caused a ruckus in the transit city of Shangjing and I've never been noticed by a Grandmaster. You, a mere fourth-rank, can't possibly be kicked out by a Grandmaster?"

Snapped--

Before Qin Feiyu could finish his muttering, Jiang Mengli slapped him on the back of the head, making him wince in pain: "What are you doing? Ouch, that hurts!"

"You idiot."

Jiang Mengli rolled her eyes in annoyance: "The old man is the one I mentioned to the teacher yesterday. In the Eighth Central City, he killed more than ten fifth-rank soldiers and countless fourth-rank and below. How dare you belittle yourself like that?"

"this……"

Qin Feiyu's expression changed slightly, and the next second, he looked at Qin Changsheng with a solemn respect: "Um... Uncle, I'm sorry, I just like to ramble on, please forgive my rudeness."

"..."

Qin Changsheng watched the two bickering, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was somewhat envious of their youthful vigor. Back on the battlefield of the myriad races, he and Zhou Heng and the others had also been playing around like this during peacetime.

"How dare you call me 'uncle'?"

Jiang Mengli persisted, glaring at Qin Feiyu and saying, "Grandpa Qin was a senior who entered the battlefield of ten thousand races in the same batch as Grandmaster Zhou Heng. Today, the junior brother Qin Yan, whom our teacher asked us to guide, is his own grandson."

"what?"

Qin Feiyu's eyes widened as he looked Qin Changsheng up and down. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that the man in front of him, apart from his somewhat unkempt beard, was basically a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.