Swallowing the Stars: Reboot, The Eternal Serpent!

Chapter 29 Your son has been kidnapped by a monster! (Please read on!)

Upon hearing this, Jolin and Cattelan looked astonished.

Both of them doubted that they had heard correctly.

Where does your confidence come from?

How could a warrior of the general level and a mentalist of the god of war level dare to say such things in the virtual space?

Immediately, the two realized that this was Jiang Zhe's first time entering the virtual space, and he probably didn't know the rules inside.

Qiao Lin asked in a strange tone, "Are you sure you want to fight in virtual space?"

"You may not know this yet, but our physical attributes are the same in virtual space—normal punching power of 10 tons, speed of 150 meters per second, and nerve reaction speed of excellent junior general level."

"Most importantly, without mental power in the virtual space, your proud mental master cultivation cannot be displayed at all."

Catalan nodded and said, "In reality, your psychic abilities may indeed be formidable, enough to defeat us. But when it comes to martial arts prowess, you're still far from matching us."

He even used himself as an example—"I am both a beginner-level War God-level mentalist and a beginner-level War God-level martial artist, and I also possess triple the power and perfect-level movement techniques. With the same physical attributes, you probably can't compare to me in any way."

Jiang Zhe listened, finding it amusing.

These two were quite friendly; they didn't try to take advantage of the information gap and make him lose face.

Of course, it's more likely because he had two congressmen standing behind him, who knew that someone with this background couldn't be humiliated.

I was thinking to myself—the old man's intention before he left was probably that he wanted me to make a name for myself and prove that I really had the strength to join the War God Palace.

As a large family, they value their reputation and are unhappy with the gossip and rumors circulating outside.

So, they went to great lengths to find two accompaniments in the HR Alliance?

I can imagine the old man's good intentions. Although he's not interested in sparring, let's follow his arrangements.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Do you think it's possible that my skills in martial arts are also extraordinary?"

Cattelan shook his head and chuckled, unconcerned.

I felt that Jiang Zhe was still just a sixteen-year-old kid, and he was still quite stubborn.

Qiao Lin, however, noticed that Jiang Zhe's expression didn't seem like he was all bark and no bite.

But is it arrogance? Or confidence? That remains to be seen.

She asked疑惑地, "I don't understand, you seem very confident?"

"The arena is right outside. Go out and try your hand, then you'll understand, won't you?"

"Seriously? I'm actually more interested in seeing your skills as a mentalist." Qiao Lin was quick-witted and left Jiang Zhe an opening in her words.

Jiang Zhe suddenly recalled a line from a movie and chuckled, "After seeing my martial arts, you'll revere me like a god!"

"Haha~ I like your confident and radiant demeanor, unlike the other reserved Asian men in the training camp... You guys are called Tibetan pigs?"

With the ferocity of a female leopard, Qiao Lin grabbed Jiang Zhe by the neck and pulled him towards the plaza outside. She whispered teasingly in his ear, "Come on, let's go outside and practice. Let's see if you want to be my little brother or my god!"

The two of them walked away "in pairs," and Cattelan followed quickly with a dark expression.

At the prime of his twenties, it's absolutely impossible for him to have no feelings for Qiao Lin.

The movements of the three newly promoted War Gods naturally attracted the attention of the other War Gods in the hall.

Within the small circle surrounding the two Jiang brothers, a familiar face, known as the God of War, teased, "Brother Xiong, your precious son has been kidnapped by a female demon, shouldn't you hurry and rescue him?"

Someone chimed in, "Brother Xiong, young people are so naive and ignorant. Getting completely humiliated by a vixen on their first time is really damaging to their self-esteem."

"Yeah, speaking of pride... I slaughtered a lord-level sika deer a few days ago, does anyone want some fresh deer blood?"

"What kind of trash is deer blood? We war gods need... cough cough, Brother Deng, can I borrow a golden spear to talk to you?"

"Take me with you! I still have forty pounds of the pure, fragrant technology from before its rebirth!"

"Where did we get sidetracked? Let's get down to business!" A high-ranking war god forcefully steered the conversation back on track. "Brother Jiang, are you really going to let your precious son get beaten up? Even if you want to toughen him up, you shouldn't have sent those reckless white men."

"General Zhou, please rest assured. This petty squabble between young people is nothing to my son Jiang Zhe."

Jiang Chengxiong swirled the red wine in his wine glass, his expression slightly melancholy.

"You might not believe it, but even with the same physical abilities, I have no chance against my son."

The group of war gods were stunned. Some frowned in displeasure, while others shook their heads and chuckled.

What kind of father elevates his son like this?

"Don't believe me?" Jiang Chengxiong downed his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Come on, let's go out and take a look."

The Jiang brothers' social circle has been stirred.

The other war gods also found it interesting and followed suit.

Ares Palace Square.

In front of one of the rings.

Qiao Lin loosened her arms from Jiang Zhe's neck and patted his shoulder.

"Since you took the initiative... then defeat Cattelan first, otherwise you can't become my god, you can only be my little brother."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to pinch Jiang Zhe's handsome face, but Jiang Zhe dodged her.

Jiang Zhe looked at Cattelan: "How do we spar?"

Cattelan didn't take it too seriously. "Let's have a fistfight. In your Hanxia terms, it's called 'stop when you've hit the mark'."

Jiang Zhe touched his chin.

This setup feels a bit like... a duel between a strongman from the Kingdom of Ying (crossed out) and the Kingdom of Gaul, a reenactment of a classic event from over two hundred years ago?

The war gods stood at the entrance and watched, not approaching the arena to disturb the three of them.

On the outer corridor of the Ares Palace, a dozen or so councilors in gold robes overlooked the square below, also paying attention to this "little amusement".

They were a group of people in golden robes, which subtly surrounded the black and white colors, making them extremely conspicuous.

A man dressed in black clothes stood upright with an imposing presence, looking like he was in his twenties, but the aura he exuded was something that young people could not possess.

First Speaker, Hong!

Another figure, dressed in a white robe, bald, with pure eyes, resembled a Buddha smiling serenely.

Second Speaker, Thor!

In the square, the two had already leaped onto the arena.

Ignoring the prompts to choose equipment, the two began their sparring match after the countdown ended.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

Jiang Zhe stood motionless with his hands behind his back.

Cattelan felt slighted, his eyes blazing with anger, and he struck first.

At a speed of 150 meters per second, within the limited area of ​​the arena, Cattelan arrived in front of Jiang Zhe almost instantly.

A punch delivered with three times the force.

He could almost see Jiang Zhe being punched off the line by him.

10 tons x 3, that's 30 tons of punching power!

With a normal level of high-end mid-level warrior, what can your low-level warrior-level physique do to stop you?

You can't stop it!

Just as Cattelan was brimming with confidence, Jiang Zhe suddenly made a move.

With just a raised hand, Cattleland was terrified.

In his perception, Jiang Zhe's speed was unbelievably fast, like... watching a video at 2x or 3x speed.

It was just a feeling, really.

Kang Chul's "speed" is not fast enough to accelerate time.

Even if you grasp that special charm, you're still a long way from crossing the threshold of the laws of time.

Jiang Zhe raised his arm to block with the force of a chicken shaking its feathers, and the outside of his left arm collided with the inside of Cattelan's right arm, transmitting a tremendous force.

There was a "click" sound!

Cattelan's right arm was bent outwards, the skin and flesh on the inside torn open, exposing gruesome bone fragments.

All the war gods showed surprise on their faces.

He lost an arm in the very first exchange?

It wasn't over yet. Jiang Zhe's right hand moved even faster, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, reaching for Cattelan's neck.

Catlan tried to grab Jiang Zhe's attacking hand, but Jiang Zhe knocked it away with his forearm, causing his intact arm to droop limply.

Cattelan was filled with shame and indignation. He lowered his head, shrank back, and unleashed all his strength from his feet and waist, like a cannonball, about to crash into Jiang Zhe's arms.

This is in no way inferior to the savage charge of a Beast General-level monster!

But they still underestimated Jiang Zhe's strength.

With a precise grip on Cattelan's neck, he held him firmly, preventing him from achieving his goal of "throwing himself into her arms."

"Kill me!" Cattelan growled.

Jiang Zhe nodded, then used his right hand to snap Cattelan's neck.

The corpse blurred into light and shadow, dimming and dissipating.

It's offline.

Jiang Zhe was about to touch his chin when he remembered the deadly move from earlier, so he stopped, withdrew his hand, and didn't touch it randomly.

Among the war gods present were teachers from the elite training camp who were very familiar with Cattelan's strength, and thus could compare it to Jiang Zhe's strength, leading to much discussion.

The atmosphere among the councilors was somewhat quiet in the outer corridor.

They were all knowledgeable people, and they gradually realized that something was amiss in the battle just now.

Thor looked slightly bewildered, clicked his tongue slightly, and savored the battle he had just fought.

Such a high power multiplier, seemingly on par with mine?

hallucinations!

Is it a hallucination?

Thor rubbed his bald head, turned to his old partner, and asked, "Hong, do you have the exact data?"

(End of this chapter)