Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 74 Speaking of which, I'm also a mentalist.

Just as Ning Ze was settling Luo Feng, a huge uproar broke out in the outside world.

Laser cannons attack humans!

This has never happened before in the history of humankind. Laser cannons were always created to defend against monsters, but now this weapon is finally being used against its own kind.

Thunder Martial Arts School Headquarters.

A burly, bald man was on the phone with Hong. His face was contorted with shock, his eyes wide as bull's.

"That kid really took a laser beam head-on? Are you sure it was at full power?"

"...What? That kid actually created a powerful defensive technique?"

"Brother Hong, you're so lucky! How come our Thunder Martial Arts School doesn't have someone like that?"

He is Thor, the second strongest in the world. The two martial arts schools are constantly competing, and there are even many fights and hatreds among the martial artists below. However, the founders of the two martial arts schools are close friends and confidants who are as close as brothers.

How could someone who led humanity through a cataclysmic disaster be a mortal enemy?

The conflict between the two martial arts schools is meant to ensure that people don't lack competition, even in the base city, so that humanity can strive for self-improvement.

End the call.

Thor's eyes held a hint of envy. He was truly lucky to have recruited such a genius. The clash between the two martial arts schools would also be a source of enjoyment for them.

With the emergence of a genius like Ning Ze, who is on par with an inspector, at the Limit Martial Arts Academy, he was naturally at a disadvantage. In fact, he now has to wait to buy the secret manual.

Suddenly, Thor's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice, "These parasites actually dared to use laser cannons to attack a genius! They are truly audacious! Let you be Ning Ze's stepping stones; I'll deal with you sooner or later!"

……

America.

Inside the main hall of an old-fashioned Gothic castle.

"Speaker, this is Ning Ze's situation."

A handsome man dressed in Western aristocratic attire reported to the front. He bowed slightly, his right hand covering his left chest, a very gentlemanly posture, and his fluent English was full of a special charm.

Ahead, on a square stone throne resembling the dragon throne in the Golden Palace of an ancient imperial palace, sat a burly, muscular, blond young man. His face was resolute and rugged, and his long blond hair was draped over his shoulders, making him look like a blond lion.

He is the third Speaker of Earth, and the third-ranked being among those who surpass the God of War, Merhandson, also known as the Ice Emperor!

"God of War level, able to withstand laser cannon attacks. Even with the Black God Set, the laser cannon's attack wasn't at full power. This person's defense has reached the planetary level. Ordinary Gods of War simply cannot harm him. He can now be called an invincible God of War. Hong has found a good prospect."

He spoke softly with his head held high, his posture as if he were an emperor making an assessment.

Upon hearing this, the gentlemanly man bowed even more deeply; the aura of a planetary-level powerhouse was truly not something an ordinary person could withstand.

"Alright, you can go now!"

"Yes."

The Ice Emperor, Mohanderson, looked down, and after the person in front of him disappeared, a smile appeared on his lips. "Ningze? An interesting little fellow."

……

Kyoto base city.

It was still that lavishly decorated basement.

Wang Chang sat on the sofa with a terribly gloomy face, his eyes flashing with cold light from time to time, and also with a hint of fear.

Others might not know what was going on, but he knew perfectly well. To avoid being exposed, the message wasn't sent directly, but it would arrive within two minutes. He received the message before Hong even arrived.

Two laser cannon attacks, one at 70% power and the other at 50% power, would be enough to bring down even a King-level monster if it withstood both attacks!

And they were utterly powerless to resist!

The speed of light is simply beyond human comprehension!

Even so, just eight minutes later, Ning Ze appeared in the elite training camp unscathed, without even wearing an SS-level combat suit. Humanity's defense relies entirely on combat suits.

If Ning Ze had been wearing an SS-level combat suit when he was attacked, he doubted that Ning Ze could have survived the laser cannon attack and killed those people!

silence.

Upon receiving this news, he merely issued a cleanup order and then fell silent.

This is a world of martial artists, where the center of power on Earth is comprised of councilors and speakers! Existences surpassing even the God of War—planetary-level powerhouses! Their contributions are unparalleled. Their power is unmatched.

Even Chu Qiang, an outstanding graduate of the elite training camp, was able to become the head of a department after joining a national power, and it was a specially established department. Not to mention those powerful members of parliament.

Such powerful individuals cannot be won over, controlled, or coerced.

Ning Ze possesses this talent, making him a definite planetary-level powerhouse.

Once it grows strong, this kind of enemy is impossible to deal with, impossible to provoke, and impossible to resist.

Now, they are mortal enemies!

Even laser cannons cannot defeat this enemy, so the Wang family's situation has reached its most critical point.

Money, the currency for transactions within humanity, suddenly became utterly meaningless.

After a long silence, he didn't know what to do or what method he could use. Even if he handed over all his wealth to a planetary-level expert, would that really protect them?

Whose talent can surpass Ning Ze's?

"squeak!"

A faint sound of the door opening came from inside, and a neatly dressed middle-aged man walked in. He said softly, "Dad, the matter over there has been resolved."

The Wang family's cultivation genes are not outstanding; without strong strength, even maintaining their appearance would be difficult.

Wang Chang simply nodded without replying. His eyes flashed with a cold light as he wondered if there was any way to prevent Ning Ze from attacking their family, or even prevent him from attacking their family at all.

Threaten Ning Ze's family? You can't do something like that openly.

Even if Hong didn't intend to take action against their family this time, it doesn't mean he couldn't or dared to; it simply means he didn't want to.

If they really do something to threaten Ning Ze's family, not only Ning Ze, but all the martial artists in the world will be furious. At that time, money will be of no use at all.

They can't use the satellites in the sky, and their family doesn't even have a War God. They can't even kill a mentalist without lifting a finger. If they have no power, what can they threaten?

After thinking for a long time, Wang Chang said, "Contact Chen Jiangyuan and invite him to our Wang family home tonight."

Chen Jiangyuan was Wang Xing'an's maternal grandfather, and also the one he relied on for his previous reckless behavior.

"Yes, Father, I'll go right now." Wang Yucheng replied and walked out.

Wang Chang was the only one left in the basement. He sighed heavily. Now, he was driven to a dead end and had no choice but to cut his losses and survive.

……

The next day.

Ning Ze continued his cultivation as usual. He arrived at Jiang Fang's pavilion early, but no one came out after waiting for a while.

He found it very strange. Yesterday, he had messaged her saying he was back and that they had discussed their cultivation together. Jiang Fang had replied, "Understood."

In his understanding, this kind of response meant agreement, so why was he late now? Was it because of women? That shouldn't be the case. In the past, such things wouldn't have affected them at all during wartime; at most, they would go to the toilet for a few minutes.

Ning Ze took out his communicator and sent a message.

Teacher, are you still practicing today?

With a "ding," a reply came quickly.

Jiang Fang: Your strength has already surpassed mine, so you don't need to fight and train with me anymore. I don't have anything to teach you. You are now a mid-level War God, so you don't need to call me teacher anymore.

Ning Ze remained silent for a moment. Before his vacation, his strength was 180000 kg, and when he exerted his strength, it reached 1620000 kg. This strength had already surpassed the level of a war god. Jiang Fang naturally did not have this kind of strength, so he always reduced his own strength before fighting her.

The pressure was indeed less, but the strength and proficiency gained from the battle were about the same as his own training. After all, Jiang Fang's physical fitness was stronger than his, and the gravity in the gravity chamber was much higher.

Without affecting his cultivation, he reciprocated by sharing the cultivation room with Jiang Fang, which would also help improve her strength.

Now, Jiang Fang has actually refused. Did his previous incident offend her? Or is it her usual arrogance, not wanting to take up his cultivation time?

Okay, then I'll go practice by myself, Sister Fang.

Ning Ze hesitated for a few seconds before sending the message, then turned and left.

He was just struggling with the issue of how to address him.

He was twenty years old this year, and Jiang Fang was in her thirties, not sure if she was in her thirties. He felt that it would be more appropriate to call her "Auntie" when addressing her as his teacher.

However, martial artists are somewhat special, especially war gods, because their lifespans have increased and the age gap between them has been compressed; ten years is not a significant difference.

Although he had never met the God of War, he knew something about what was going on.

Five minutes after Ning Ze left, the door to Jiang Fang's attic suddenly opened.

She stood gracefully inside the door, her slender hands resting on the mahogany door frame. She was still wearing that familiar purple training uniform, but compared to before, her face was much paler, her eyes were red, and her silver teeth were tightly biting the corner of her red lips, giving her a pitiful and sorrowful appearance.

"squeak."

The door closed, and she walked toward the academic affairs office. New students were coming, and she wanted to find something to do to distract herself, like before, when she would immerse herself in cultivation all day long and time would pass quickly.

Ning Ze quickly arrived at the Nine-Story Tower, his expression somewhat strange. "You two, is there something you need?"

As soon as he arrived, two people blocked his way: one was Wu Hao, the God of War who had guided him, and the other was Zhang Ran, the God of War who was there to greet him from behind.

Wu Hao smiled broadly, nudged Zhang Ran to the side with his elbow, and said with a slight chuckle, "We'd like to take the mission you posted. What do you think?"

Ning Ze pondered for a moment upon hearing this. To be honest, the two War Gods were not weak.

Being able to teach in the elite training camp means you're a strong person even among the God of War. There are even more wild Gods of War, and they are already considered very outstanding.

Even in this training camp, if one person's Trial Tower level is 3.5 and another's is 3.7, as long as the exertion reaches 2.8, the amplitude of the exertion will be close to 10.

This is not a simple number; anything above 8 is considered excellent! Since it's excellent, naturally not everyone will reach this level.

Most elite training camps only qualify students with a high level of achievement upon graduation. This is the world's number one training camp, and even the elite training camp of the Thunder Martial Arts Academy falls short.

There are about sixty people a year, and these are the most talented geniuses. Those who are slightly less gifted will slow down their training after leaving the training camp, and might only be slightly better than the teachers here.

Many of today's war gods are quite old; they didn't have this kind of training environment before.

In terms of strength, it's definitely a matter of people...

Ning Ze looked at Wu Hao with a strange expression. After this guy left, he'd probably have a blast, right?

Letting someone like that protect his family? It just doesn't seem very reliable!

Wu Hao's face was full of embarrassment. He never expected that he would become his boss after just going out to pick up a student.

His attitude at the time wasn't exactly bad, but it certainly wasn't good either; otherwise, there wouldn't have been Zhang Ran later on.

When Wu Hao accepted the task again, his face flushed red. He nudged his arm to the side, as if to say, "Dude, hurry up and tell me!"

Zhang Ran smiled slightly, turned to look at Wu Hao, and introduced him to Ning Ze: "Wu Hao's combat strength is quite good. He is not only a martial artist, but also a mentalist. However, the strength of a mentalist is only comparable to that of a high-level general, not a martial artist, but he is very good at protecting people. He has not given up his mentalist training, so he usually looks lazy and tired, but he is actually very reliable."

Ning Ze immediately became interested upon hearing this. He hadn't realized that Wu Hao was a mentalist. He guessed that it might be related to cultivation manuals. The curator had many treasures, including cultivation methods for mentalists, and Wu Hao might have simply switched to another one.

"Wu Hao, God of War, could I have this opportunity to test it out? To be honest, I'm also a mentalist, but I'm only at the level of a high-level general."

His mental cultivation speed has always been relatively slow, mainly because his visualization techniques are too poor. It only improved slightly as he incorporated countless sword techniques into it, but the improvement speed still cannot keep up with that of a martial artist.

Ning Ze once analyzed that his comprehension talent in the mental aspect should be somewhat special. Logically speaking, the growth of mental power should be faster than that of the body. The reason why it is slow is still due to the combat style. He only uses the methods of a mental master to assist, which has little stimulation on mental power.

"Want to test it out?" Wu Hao hesitated. "You control matter? I use soul attacks. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to use it on you?"

Ning Ze smiled brightly and said, "I know a little about object manipulation and mental attacks. I've never fought against a mentalist before. You've cultivated the secrets of mentalists, how about we practice our offense and defense against each other?"

"Of course, I am very grateful that you two are willing to take on the mission to protect my family, and I agree to let you take on the mission. I am just curious and want to try it out."

Upon hearing that he could accept the mission, Wu Hao's expression visibly brightened with joy. He repeatedly said, "Sure, sure, of course! When would you like to conduct the experiment?"

"How about now? It'll be over soon anyway?" Ning Ze was quite happy and couldn't wait to try it out.

Wu Hao patted his chest, quite smugly saying, "You attack first, bring it on!"

Zhang Ran's expression was a bit strange. Could he not be so arrogant?

The person standing in front of you is an unparalleled genius. If a martial artist is this strong and has such comprehension, how weak can a mentalist be?

Turning his head, he saw a silver-white longsword in Ning Ze's eyes. The sword light was so bright that it hurt his eyes. He quickly turned his gaze away and looked at Wu Hao.

For a moment, he felt that his friend might be doomed, and his face began to contort. He must be in a lot of pain.

(End of this chapter)