Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

  Chapter 40 Clean and Hygienic

"Simply put, that little guy never leaves the martial arts academy except when he goes out for competitions, and there is a tough martial artist by his side who never leaves, even the people I sent out to contact him have no chance to approach him, let alone those unfamiliar faces. ."

  George Hopkins shook his head and pinched his eyebrows with some headache.

   "The most terrifying thing is that the tiger has disappeared. No one knows if he is hiding in secret and spying on all this. No one dares to ignore the threat of a top assassin..."

   "Then what should we do? Are we just watching that kid climb all the way to the top of Hon Hai City?"

  Roger Bronte stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the living room.

   "If you can't even press a child to death, what will businessmen from other countries think of us?"

   "Will they think we're weak? Once they smell blood, they'll come up like sharks and take our sphere of influence!"

  George Hopkins sighed and looked out the window.

   "Even without this, they would keep creating friction and testing our bottom line, just like we did with them..."

   "And this [Lanzhou Rookie Tournament] is the common plan of all countries, and it is not our family's responsibility. Since we can't kill him, let other big people have a headache."

   Saying this, George Hopkins looked soothed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

   "You mean?"

   "Send him to the county town. If it doesn't work, it will be the state capital. There are more than 100 cities in Lanzhou. We only occupy the small Hon Hai city. Why should we solve the hottest potato?"

   "But this will make us look bad."

   "Face? How much face is worth? When he really kills all our people on the list, it will be really shameless!"

"Uh…"

  Roger Brontë scratched his hooked nose and frowned tangled.

   "But even if we want to send him to the county town, then he has to climb to the top of Hon Hai City. [Omniscient Eye] Those people won't cooperate with us to cheat."

   "It doesn't matter, with the strength he has shown now, after two or three games at most, he will go straight to the top. At that time, we will send him to the county seat to harm others!"

  George Hopkins, lying on his back on the sofa, smiled in relief.

  …………

  In the early morning, Zhao Yinshun walked out of the gate of the martial arts academy in white clothes and pursed his lips unwillingly.

   Damn!

The [True Martial Secret Record] in   's Twelve Heavens is so difficult!

   After several days of hard work, even the [God] spent several rounds, and the number after the level is still 36!

   According to this speed, if he wants to break through to level 37, it is estimated that he will have to use up a few more rounds of divinity, which will take several days.

   And if I want to push the remaining [Essence] [Qi] [God] three-dimensionally to the extreme wall, I am afraid that [Zhenwu Milu] has to cultivate to at least level 40, I don't know if this will be another hurdle...

   If the [Zhenwu Secret Record] before level 30 was driving on a wide highway, then after level 30, every time Zhao Yinshun practiced, it was like walking on a pitted forest trail.

   Not only must we recognize the "road" ahead, but also ensure that the "qi car" carrying [Essence] [God] will not be turned over by him...

Due to the increase in "micro-manipulation", the consumption of [God] has also increased sharply, the wear and tear of [Qi] has increased, and the running route of [Middle Twelve Heaven] is one longer than [Lower Twelve Heaven]. Big cut, the result is that the progress of [True Martial Secret Record]'s practice is much lower than expected.

   Alas... If only I had unlimited [God]...

   or [God]'s recovery speed could be faster!

   It is too wasteful to start the super-dimensional sensory training [God]. The time to really "open" these few days is not long, and most of the time is wasted waiting for the restoration of the [God] attribute!

   Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly with his boundless fantasies.

   "Children will grow wrinkles when they sigh~"

   Unknowingly reached the destination, the charming voice entered the eardrum, Zhao Yinshun looked up at Oakley Yani with a lollipop in his mouth, and walked towards the ring with a cold face.

   After waiting for a few minutes, it was his turn to play, this time he finally got what he wanted and met a foreigner.

   A long brown hair exploded like a lion, the worn leather armor was stained with oil, and the thick beard almost covered most of his cheeks. Only the huge rosacea and cloudy eyes hinted at his identity.

   Dwarves?

   It is rare to see an opponent who is about the same height as him. Zhao Yinshun looked at the opposite side with great interest, and found that his horned arms were thicker than his waist!

   From a distance, this horizontally developed dwarf looks like a sturdy wall, and his lush beard is glued together by some semi-solid "fermenter".

   You can smell the strong "manly smell" on his body from a long distance, and the iron hammer in his hand exudes a suspicious stench.

   Really clean and hygienic…

  Being so hot that he couldn't open his eyes, Zhao Yinshun twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust, and slowly drew out his long sword.

   "Zhao Yinshun, the battle, Majidin Mendiro, the game begins!"

  唰~

   Zhao Yinshun's figure instantly turned into a gust of wind and attacked the enemy. The long sword in his hand pierced a shrill streamer, forming an arc to the throat of the dwarf.

  【Flowing Wind Sword】!

   The dwarf's turbid pupils shrank suddenly, he raised the heavy hammer in his hand, rotated his waist, and whistled towards the icy sword light.

   But the expected impact was not reflected in his hand. The cold sword light twisted like a phantom, evading the interception, and reflecting a line of death in the dwarf's pupils.

  【Lost Step】!

   As soon as he missed the blow, the cumbersome weapon had no time to change his moves. He could only watch the beautiful and cruel sword light grazed his neck and neck, dissipating like the wind, leaving only the icy coldness spreading in his throat.

  “Hey…”

   threw down the hammer, and in vain grabbed his neck with both hands. Behind him, Zhao Yinshun shook off a trace of blood on the blade of the sword and gently put the sword back into the sheath.

Before the divinity in his eyes dissipated, Zhao Yinshun suddenly sensed something and looked back at the dwarf who was kneeling on the ground.

   It's that feeling again...

   Something intangible spilled out, but I couldn't catch it.

what exactly is it?

   frowned slightly, Zhao Yinshun could only sense that the vision had calmed down, watching the dwarf twitch and struggle, gradually losing his breath.

   "Zhao Yinshun, victory!"

   oh oh oh~~

  Seckill!

   Another spike!

   With the announcement of the referee, the deafening cheers of the people of Damin made the ring under their feet tremble slightly.

  You foreigners are scumbags! ~

   Any kid on our side can kill you all!

   In the fierce cheers, Zhao Yinshun reluctantly retracted his eyes, dissipated the divinity of resonance and vibration, and walked down the arena step by step.

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   (end of this chapter)