Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"I really miss it." He stretched out his hand and sighed, "I've only ever heard of these kinds of literary duels from storytellers; this is the first time someone has ever invited me like this..."

Ying Qin Guan grasped the other's hand, which was covered in dark red stripes.

Kui stood to the side watching, expressionless, but a hint of admiration appeared in his pupils.

If there is anyone in the world who most approves of "literary debate," it must be Kui. However, like Ying Qin Guan, he only demands this of himself, but not of others.

Kui himself neither dodges nor defends, but he would not demand that of others. Ying Qin Guan himself does not refuse any challenge, but he will not force others to accept his challenge.

The so-called strong are always those who are challenged.

Athossa said calmly, "I'm about to exert my power."

"Ah..." Ying Qin Guan slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "You can come."

boom!

Athoshe exerted a sudden burst of force. He didn't use his internal energy; instead, to generate more power, his feet sank into the ground. Veins bulged amidst the dark red stripes of his feet. If the force of that grip were converted into a strangulation, even a robot would be suffocated... and never wake up again.

But... at this moment, Athossa doubted what he had actually grasped.

How can I describe this feeling?

It's like a junior high school baseball enthusiast standing on the field, holding a bat, with a baseball traveling at 170 km/h whizzing past him.

Like a low-health support escaping back to the fountain, before he could even rejoice at being the last survivor, he saw super minions on all three lanes leading a massive army to invade. Meanwhile, the two inhibitor turrets had already been destroyed in the previous battle.

It's like someone who's never learned to swim suddenly jumping into a raging torrent traveling at 40 kilometers per hour, getting hit head-on by the raging waves.

That fatal, despairing sense of powerlessness then descended.

This is how Athossa feels right now.

What exactly have I grasped?

Is this really... a human hand?

It's almost like...

Atoshe's gaze gradually shifted to Kui beside him.

Yes, it's almost like...

"You lost." Ying Qin Guan hadn't used any force from beginning to end, and he naturally let go of her hand after A Tuo She looked away.

Athosse withdrew his gaze, exhaled a breath of stale air, and calmly admitted it.

"I lost."

Although Ying Qin Guan did not exert any real pressure on him, although neither side used their inner energy, and although a battle of wits and a battle of wits are completely different concepts, at this moment, none of these were valid reasons.

"You, could it be that you are..."

Athossa said in a low voice... but he didn't finish his sentence.

Ying Qin Guan felt that it was best not to reveal his identity if there was nothing wrong, but he didn't care if he did.

"Let's go," Ying Qin Guan said with a smile. "Let's clean this place up. Come to think of it, I've never seen a magical beast before."

Atuoshe remained silent, perhaps still processing the shock in his heart. Kui, of course, did not care about this matter, and the three of them entered the palace.

-

Inside the dimly lit room, the only light source, an oil lamp, cast a faint glow. A man with one eye blind and disheveled hair sat at the desk, holding an ancient book in his hand, his right foot propped on the chair, exuding an air of decadence and amusement.

Suddenly, the space in front of him distorted slightly, and in a flash, Wang Qiushui, with an extremely ugly expression, appeared in front of the man.

This is the space magician of Fengshen... She can appear anywhere she wants, impossible to guard against, and impossible to defend against.

"You orchestrated Bird's affair?!" she demanded coldly.

"This is quite a rare guest. I never expected that the great space mage would actually come to me..." The man rubbed his head, his tone flippant. "Judging from your tone, this accusation is really huge and unfounded. I've been focusing on my studies lately, busy saving my race. I don't know what you're talking about. First of all... what is Bird?"

"Don't play dumb..." Wang Qiushui's face was gloomy and extremely frightening. She said, word by word, "Borde is the capital of the Ang Empire. A virus broke out there, and the entire city was locked down. You were the one who orchestrated all of this. No one else had the time, ability, or energy to do those things!"

"—Before that." The man put down his book and said casually, "Could you tell me the whole story first? Miss Wang, the man in front of you knows nothing."

Wang Qiushui suppressed her anger and explained the events in Bird City to the man. Although the United Nations tried its best to cover it up, Wang Qiushui was not a god-maker like Kui who had no source of information; how could such a thing be kept from her?

"Oh...is that so?" The man's expression remained unchanged as he listened to Wang Qiushui's words.

"Are you really not the one who did this?!" Wang Qiushui became somewhat suspicious when she saw that the man seemed genuinely unaware of the matter. But she still felt that the man was acting, and that he was the one who did it.

Faced with an incredible legend, Wang Qiushui had no choice but to speculate about this person with the utmost malice.

"The agents of the Ang Empire went to the Black Dragon Ruins and took out something unknown, which led to that disaster... Are you saying that what actually triggered this disaster was not what they brought out of the Black Dragon?"

"How would I know about that?" the man asked matter-of-factly, and said leisurely, "Who knows what they did? Maybe they really stole some technology from me, modified it themselves, and then it caused problems."

Even so, Wang Qiushui's eyes were still full of suspicion... she couldn't help but be suspicious. She couldn't imagine anyone else besides the man before her doing such a thing.

Seeing Wang Qiushui's expression, the man was not annoyed, but smiled slightly and said, "Wang Qiushui... what is my purpose?"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Crimson

What is his purpose?

Wang Qiushui remained silent for a moment, then said, "To conquer the world."

Yes, anyone can see what the man's purpose is: to conquer the world and bring it under his control.

Throughout history, no one has ever ruled this entire continent, neither in reality nor in name.

"To conquer the world..." the man repeated Wang Qiushui's words, then laughed and said, "That's my goal. So what do you think I intend to do by releasing this virus? If I really am the mastermind, then according to what you said, the virus's ability to spread is really that terrifying. I am indeed confident that I can release this virus and put the United Nations in a great predicament, but what is the point of that?"

“Those who died…” he said calmly, “were all my subjects.”

Riding the wave of the times, believing his success was inevitable, he already considered everything under heaven as his own. As an emperor, how could he destroy his own possessions without any reason?

".."

Wang Qiushui remained silent for a moment, feeling suffocated by the man's imposing presence. Mingxuan Hou reminded her that they were dealing with a tiger... Mingxuan Hou was right.

This man, with a heart of stone, unwavering resolve, ruthless nature, unconventional thinking, extraordinary will, and a clear-cut purpose, is destined to influence an era. If you are willing to give him a little more talent, time, and opportunity, then he will create an era.

Wang Qiushui suppressed the trembling in her heart, changed the subject, and pretended to be tough, saying, "What's the deal with that Dream City...? I can't hide that from you. You actually secretly established contact with the alien race?!"

The man laughed heartily, "Wang Qiushui, Wang Qiushui, you're so old, how can you still act like a child? Marquis Mingxuan must be very worried about you, giving you all sorts of instructions, right... As long as it's for the sake of conquering the world, what wouldn't you do? Don't worry, I'm just using them temporarily..."

The man raised his head slightly, a crimson glint flowing in his pupils, reflecting Wang Qiushui's slender figure, like a prisoner with nowhere to escape in a dark jail.

He repeated it with a half-smile, seemingly unintentionally.

"Just temporarily...using it for a while."

-

Inside Bird City.

"It's here..."

Nephalem, as expected of the Seven Luminaries Empire's top agent and head of intelligence, remained highly skilled despite having enjoyed a period of leisure. After several searches, he quickly located the intelligence department.

Inside an office building, with an accounting firm sign hanging outside, everything seemed normal. But Nephalem had observed the building before entering and quickly deduced that there was a secret room inside. After some searching, he indeed found the switch.

"The Ten Commandments, come here!"

The Nephalem called out to its teammates, "I've found it!"

The Ten Commandments, their bodies wrapped in bandages, came to the Nephalem's side.

Nephalem stood in front of a wall where a bookshelf had once stood. Now, the bookshelf had been dragged aside by Nephalem. He reached into the inside of a vase, found the mechanism, and with a slight twist, a soft sound came from it. A section of the wall sank in, revealing a dark passage large enough for one person to pass through.

"Even in their own country's capital, they have to hide like this...?"

Although he had anticipated this scene, Nephalem couldn't help but sigh. This was the capital of the Ang Empire. If he were outside, in some chaotic province, he could hide however he wanted. But here he was, in his own country's capital, and he had to hide like this...

This can't be explained simply by saying that weak nations have no diplomacy; they've practically lost their sovereignty. But Nephalem is more inclined to believe that... the other side has done far too many shady things.

The two entered the room and encountered a zombie along the way. Judging from its clothing, it was someone who had previously worked in this secret room.

In this pitch-black environment, the sudden appearance of a zombie would certainly be a scare tactic in a horror movie. Unfortunately, the two people present were top-tier martial artists. Nephalem remained calm, raised his hand, and twisted the other's neck without making a sound.

The two walked through a not-too-long, dark corridor and finally arrived at a small room. There was a desk in the room, and several bookshelves against the wall. Nefertari touched them a few times and found that they were all clean. He casually picked up a few books, glanced at them, and then put on the Pain Mask.

damn it..

It's all coded language.

Secret language, also called cryptic language or coded language, refers to words that do not directly express the intended meaning but are spoken in other words. Not only spies, but almost every profession has its own secret language. Bandits, robbers, cooks, tomb raiders, assassins, spies... all have a set of words that outsiders cannot understand, so that insiders can confirm identities and do things in a tacit manner.

but! Yes!

This is fucking ridiculous!

Your own country's intelligence agency, hidden in a place like this in your own capital, and even using coded language to record things after it's done?

this..

Does it make sense?

What's even more troublesome is...

“This thing can’t be taken out yet,” Nephalem sighed. “It has a virus on it… We have to use the dumbest method.”

The Ten Commandments nodded slightly, their voice hoarse, "Yes."

This book can't be taken out of the country, and it's impractical for Nephalem to translate it alone. Although he's a top intelligence officer and knows almost everything, translating this book would take too long. The UN has plenty of professionals and time; it's better to entrust the task to them than to him. But if the book can't be taken out... then the only option is to use the most foolish method to transmit intelligence.

That means explaining it once... or rather, showing it to them on the outskirts of the city, behind a protective shield, copying it down, making copies, and then handing it over to UN professionals for translation.

Regardless, the Nephalem and the Ten Commandments will certainly have a lot of work to do here.

The Nephalem swept all the books off the shelf—actually, there weren't many, so taking them all wasn't difficult.

Then, the Nephalem dialed the walkie-talkie, contacted headquarters, briefly explained the situation he and the Ten Commandments were facing, and received orders to return to the edge of the city.

"Although there's still some time to work out, we're basically done here..."

Nephalem put away the walkie-talkie and looked into the distance.

"I wonder how things are going on their end."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Giant Zombies