Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 64 Kowtowing and Apologizing

Awakening from nakedness.

Ning Ze murmured, "Ah...so comfortable."

After a good night's sleep, he felt incredibly ethereal, as if reborn, and even the air felt fresher.

"When did I pass out?"

Ning Ze tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything that happened after that. He felt like he was cultivating in pain one second and was awake the next.

"How much have I improved?"

Open the system panel.

[Host: Ning Ze]

[Realm: Elementary War God 101233kg; Spiritual Master 35379kg]

[Cultivation Skills: Gene Energy Cultivation Method "Five Hearts Towards Heaven"; Guiding Technique "Seven Techniques of Spiritual Wind"; Visualization Method "One Sword Seals the Heavens"]

[Combat Skills: "Swift Strike" Perfect 78956/100000; "Wind Slash" Artistic 29098/1000000]

"100000 kg! My strength surpasses the standard for a beginner-level War God, and I'm almost at the intermediate-level War God level!"

"This is incredible! An increase of nearly 80000 kg!"

Ning Ze was overjoyed, his face full of smiles. He hadn't expected to improve so much. Most people would only double their strength after using dragon blood, but he had doubled it!

"My current maximum strength can reach 80 kilograms! That surpasses the basic strength of a peak War God!" Ning Ze gripped his Shuangquan tightly, feeling as if a dragon lived inside him! He felt that he could smash a small mountain with a single punch!

"Cool!"

"This feels so good!"

Ning Ze moved swiftly through the room, his supersonic movements failing to produce a sonic boom; for a moment, the room was filled with his afterimages.

"Perfect control over power!"

"This is the effect of dragon blood!" Ning Ze licked his lips, feeling that he could hardly suppress his greed. If this were to double, he would be a high-level war god!

Recalling the contents of the instruction manual, Ning Ze's expression was somewhat regretful. "This dragon blood is just something like a catalyst. The first stimulation is quite intense, inducing genes to undergo a more perfect transformation, but the effect will be greatly reduced the second time, and the stronger the body, the weaker the stimulation will be. It can't be used a second time."

Ning Ze looked up at his communicator watch. "4:13 PM. Time flies! My memory is still stuck in the morning."

"Splash!"

Ning Ze washed off all the dirt on his body. His originally fair skin had turned slightly yellow, with a faint, lustrous sheen and a bronze hue.

"He looks healthier and stronger than before."

Wearing the snow-white battle suit, Ning Ze smiled slightly, "Perhaps only I can be so extravagant? I even have two SS-level combat suits."

"And there's also a Black God suit."

Opening the bronze wooden box, you find a pure white plastic box inside, only twenty centimeters long and wide. The Black God Set is stored inside, containing only a thin stack of black cloth.

Ning Ze raised an eyebrow. How could something so thin and light possess such powerful defensive capabilities? He began reading the instruction manual.

"When the Black God Suit is worn, it automatically penetrates the skin and absorbs blood. After absorbing some blood, the Black God Suit undergoes some mutations, making the entire 'Black God Suit' fit the human body perfectly, just like the skin, and completely according to the wearer's wishes."

"The Black God Suit possesses formidable defensive capabilities, surpassing even the quality of an SS-class combat suit. Its primary function is to mitigate impact on specific areas, allowing all parts of the body to share the damage. It automatically repairs itself when damaged. The Black God Suit can isolate poison gas, high-voltage electricity… and allows body parts to extend for attacks. It can also be transformed into any style of clothing at will…"

Ning Ze was speechless. "These functions are too comprehensive. Just looking at this outfit is like telling me that there are aliens in this world, and they are extremely powerful aliens. After all, they can be given away as long as the requirements are met. Obviously, the Extreme Martial Arts Academy is not lacking in these things. The functions are so comprehensive, the cost performance is so high, and there are so many of them. This should not be a high-end product."

"These seniors have so many amazing things! Especially the museum master, he's probably the richest person in the world. The attributes of this Black God Set are simply incredible! Wearing the combat suit on the outside and the Black God Set underneath, my defense is stronger than a monster's! If it were for sale, I'd save up to buy a set even if it was worth a trillion Chinese yuan!"

Ning Ze touched the surface of the Black God Suit. It felt smooth and slightly moist. He pinched a corner and pulled up the entire Black God Suit. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and shaped like a vest.

The Black God Set comes in various forms, sometimes appearing as gloves, sometimes as a vest, hat, pants, or even a ring. His is in the form of a vest.

"Alright, I'll have to take my clothes off first before I can wear the Black God Suit." Ning Ze casually took off his shirt and put the Black God Suit on. "I don't feel anything, it's very light. I can't believe this thing has such powerful defensive capabilities. No wonder it's alien high technology!"

"Hmm? It hurts a little, but I don't feel much. But I can feel something moving."

Ning Ze looked down and could see with his naked eye... streaks of red blood flowing on the surface of the Black God Suit, and the Black God Suit was also flowing, as if countless black droplets were wrapped around his chest.

As a trace of red blended into the black water droplet, the black droplet seemed to undergo some kind of change. The whole process lasted for about 15 minutes before everything stopped.

"Arms can grow longer?" Ning Ze raised an eyebrow, and with a thought, he threw a punch. His entire arm instantly grew longer, and he slammed into the wall five meters away.

"Controlled my muscles? I don't understand. If I used a stick with this Black Mountain suit, it would definitely be stronger, but it doesn't add much to my combat power. I'll just treat it as a combat suit and not change my fighting style. After all, this thing is an external object."

Ning Ze felt he couldn't control the Black God Set, and he felt it wasn't very reliable.

"Let's take a look at the manual. I made an appointment with Teacher Jiang Fang today to learn swordsmanship. Now that the manual has arrived, I need to practice it first, otherwise..."

Ning Ze stroked his chin, unsure, and said, "Otherwise, they might retaliate, right? That's what happened to my sister. Would Teacher Jiang Fang do the same?" He didn't quite understand the mentality of older women; perhaps she was like his mother?

Opening another wooden box revealed three sets of manuals, not very thick, consisting only of text and illustrations; each manual came with a CD.

Turn to the first page.

The word "fast" leaps off the page!

The words looked somewhat alarming, but Ning Ze was no longer the weak Ning Ze of the past, and would no longer be shocked by the handwriting on a secret manual.

"That's interesting."

"Of all martial arts techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed."

"The faster your blade, the faster it gets, the more invincible you become."

……

"The fundamental essence of my creation, the Ninefold Thunder Blade, can be summed up in one word—speed!"

As he watched, Ning Ze pondered, searching for commonalities between the text and swordsmanship.

In fact, speed is also a key element in swordsmanship. The most lethal strike is the thrust, which is characterized by its speed. It is even faster than a knife due to the nature of the attack. However, the sword focuses on a single point, while the knife is mostly a line.

In swordsmanship, a single-line attack involves chopping, intercepting, slicing, wiping, and so on. However, the power of these techniques lies more in their skill, cunning, and sharpness, rather than the force and weight of a knife.

"A more powerful sword, a domineering sword!" Ning Ze seemed to be deep in thought. "Ten thousand swords returning to one? A single sword strike with the force of thunder?" His thoughts wandered as he pondered.

After studying the manuals and videos for an hour, Ning Ze emerged from the secret chamber. He had already memorized all the manuals for the first few levels, so he wouldn't need to refer to them again when cultivating.

As he was thinking about swordsmanship, he looked up and found Zhao Ruo in his living room. Ning Ze was a little puzzled. "Senior, have you been waiting for me here?"

Zhao Ruo stood up from the chair and rolled her eyes. "What are you thinking? Someone outside is looking for you, and they even asked Senior Fang to come and act as a go-between. Then Senior Fang handed the matter over to me, saying that he would let you know when you come out, and it's up to you whether you go or not."

"Someone's looking for me, and they're even sending someone to mediate?" Ning Ze raised an eyebrow, looking quite puzzled. "Who's looking for me?"

"The big tycoon, the Wang family of the underground alliance," Zhao Ruo said with a smile, her already small eyes becoming even smaller, making her look like a little fox.

Ning Ze's pupils contracted, and he said calmly, "I understand."

"Aren't you going to meet them? I heard from Senior Fang that they practically have 'I'm here with money! And I'll get my share too' written all over their faces." Zhao Ruo asked curiously, her words quite blunt—they were there to give money!

No wonder the first thing he said was "big money," because the trainees in the training camp are not some nobody who can be summoned at will.

Those service staff certainly wouldn't dare to do such a thing; to hire students would cost at least hundreds of millions.

However, no one in the training camp dares to offend Ning Ze now, as the cost of simply relaying a message is probably no less than the annual activity budget of others.

After all, you might offend someone if you don't know the situation clearly. What is the Wang family compared to Ning Ze?

That senior student, Fang, also sent a message without even showing his face, which meant that this had nothing to do with me.

"Of course I have to see them. I can't rest easy if I don't see them, and who knows how much trouble I'll get later." Ning Ze walked out with a half-smile.

Seeing this, Zhao Ruo quickly followed behind; she loved joining in the fun.

We arrived at the entrance of the elite training camp.

Ning Ze saw a group of people looking outside from afar at the young man kneeling on the ground, who looked like his father had died. Who else could it be but Wang Xing'an?

Ning Ze chuckled inwardly and walked outside expressionlessly.

He once brought valuable materials to Wang Xing'an, and Wang Xing'an dared to set a trap for him.

It's simply impossible to say that the Wang family wasn't backing them up!

No matter what, Wang Xing'an is just a grandson, he doesn't have that much power, and he wouldn't dare to do it so openly. Now he wants to apologize?

This dream is so beautiful!

They can't even get through the gates of the elite training camp!

Upon seeing Ning Ze emerge, an elderly man in the center of the group stepped forward, a benevolent smile on his face, and greeted him kindly, "This young master is handsome and dashing, with an exceptional air. You must be Ning Ze, Young Master Ning?"

Ning Ze was inwardly sarcastic, but replied indifferently, "I can't accept the title of 'young master.' May I ask what business you have with me? Finding people even in the training camp must have cost you a fortune. It's not easy to meet, so let's get straight to the point. I don't want any more trouble."

That means don't bother anymore, just take this one chance and say what you need to say right away.

"It's all my fault for not disciplining my family properly, which led to such a big mistake. I'm getting old, and I never expected the younger generation to be so arrogant. They're all good kids at home, but they've been fooling me for a long time. I, Wang Chang, take responsibility for my actions and have come here today to apologize to you. As for this kid, you can deal with him as you see fit!"

At this point, Wang Chang's face seemed to show a hint of reluctance. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you've made a mistake, you have to take responsibility. No matter how you punish me, I will have no objections!"

Turning his head, he roared, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and apologize!"

Wang Xing'an knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly without saying a word, constantly confessing, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I arranged for those people to go to the wilderness area, and I also hired people to do the rest..." Wang Xing'an told the whole story of dealing with Ning Ze, but he took all the blame himself.

Ning Ze watched expressionlessly. After Wang Xing'an finished his rambling, he turned around and asked softly, "I accept his apology. Is there anything else? I need to cultivate."

Wang Chang's expression froze. He agreed so easily?

He was filled with unease. "Thank you for your generosity, Cadet Ning Ze. I will send him in when I get back and give those injured girls justice."

Ning Ze nodded slightly, then walked towards the students.

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Chang's eyes, and he was torn between two conflicting emotions.

Whether it succeeds or fails, whether they apologize or not is irrelevant now.

"Let's go home!"

the other side.

As Zhao Ruo walked back, she asked in a low voice, "You really forgave him? He did so many bad things, and he even dared to have people hunt you down."

Ning Ze gave a disdainful smile. "I never cared about him in the first place, so what's the point of talking about forgiveness?"

This feud was already formed; there was no way to resolve a life-or-death enmity. He didn't know why the Wang family had come. But whatever the Wang family's purpose, he would remain vigilant.

Right now, there's no open conflict, so it doesn't matter what you do to him. But if you really push him to the brink, his family will be in danger.

After all, the living dare not act recklessly in the martial arts community, but the certain to die is another matter.

He had witnessed the Wang family's methods firsthand. Those who had hunted him down didn't seem to be after money or power; they were forced into it.

That's how the world is: the strong enslave the weak, no matter what means they use, and no matter what emotions or complicated stories the enslaved have, only a few can resist.

Since he escaped last time, he should just wait for a perfect opportunity to kill all the enemies; there's no need to create unnecessary trouble.

The two parted ways halfway through the journey.

Zhao Ruo returned to Jiangnan Pavilion. Ning Ze went to the pavilion where Teacher Jiang Fang lived.

With all the miscellaneous matters settled, his training in the training camp will be on track.

(End of this chapter)