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by Big Yeeeaaar


  “Don’t cry!”

  Andrew scolded her harshly.

  Catherine rubbed her eyes and smiled. “Dear, have you… gone to the wilderness these few days? Can you tell me about the wilderness?

  “By the way, can you bring me with you next time you go?”

  Andrew sneered. “If I bring you with me, won’t your father come to chop me with a knife?”

  “You are a grandmaster. How can my father beat you?”

  …

  Andrew could only divert Catherine’s attention, “Actually, the wilderness is not interesting. There are monsters everywhere, and there is not even cell phone reception. The key is that at night, the air is very humid, and there are many mosquitoes. It is very annoying.

  “Some mosquitoes are also mutated. They’re as big as a fist. If you’re accidentally bitten, you might even turn into a pig’s head.

  “In the wilderness, it’s very inconvenient to eat. Usually, only mineral water and compressed biscuits can be eaten. To be honest, that’s really not something that people can eat. If I hadn’t brought a barbecue stove and was lucky enough to kill a purple-backed bull, I definitely wouldn’t be able to stay in the wilderness.”

  Andrew was talking to the person in the video.

  On the other side of the restaurant, the few grandmasters with Charles all heard what Andrew said.

  They all had stiff smiles on their faces.

  Charles was about to open his mouth and introduce Andrew to the few of them.

  However, one of the grandmasters couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Chief Charles, are all the warriors in Boston… so good at bragging?’

  Charles: “…”

  Bragging?

  This kid was usually good at bragging, but what he had done was shocking.

  Just as well. He would let Andrew continue bragging and introduce him to the grandmasters later to see if he was embarrassed.

  Charles thought so and directly got up and left the restaurant.

  On the other side, Andrew did not notice that the group of grandmasters behind him was eavesdropping on his phone calls.

  In the video, Catherine suddenly lowered her voice and said, “Andrew, there have been a lot of soldiers in Boston these days. The regulations have become much stricter. We can’t go out at night and have to stay at home.”

  Chapter 75 - Misunderstanding

  Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

  “Many foreign fighters are gathering in Boston. Do you know what’s going on?”

  At the mention of this matter, Andrew was instantly angry.

  He gritted his teeth. “It’s all because of those f*cking bastards from Dong Mountain…

  “They agreed to start the beast tide, and I was so excited for nothing.

  “You don’t know. For the sake of this beast tide, I’ve been lying in ambush for a day and two nights. Originally, I was preparing to attack the beast tide and go all out, but in the end… the beast tide didn’t come at all.”

  Pfft!

  That burly eighth stage Golden Body Realm martial artist, Custer, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

  When he saw Andrew turn his head around, he hurriedly said, “Young man, keep bragging. It’s fine… Don’t worry about me!”

  “There’s a retard here. I’ll go deal with him. I’ll hang up first.”

  Andrew hung up the video call with Catherine and couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

  He then turned around and looked at the brawny warrior, frowning.

  He said in surprise, “Golden Body Realm?

  “Another Golden Body Realm?”

  Andrew looked at the others with a hint of shock in his eyes.

  “Four seventh stage grandmasters, two eighth stage Golden Body Realm experts, and one…”

  After seeing this, his gaze finally landed on Johnson. His eyes were filled with shock, and his look was solemn as he said in a deep voice, “A ninth stage saint?”

  Andrew was shocked.

  But Johnson was even more shocked.

  They had restrained their blood qi aura, and ordinary people wouldn’t be able to tell their strength.

  And this martial artist in front of them was very young.

  His blood qi strength was around the peak of the third grade, not even reaching the fourth grade.

  A fourth-grade martial artist was able to see through their hidden strength. How was this possible?

  “Who are you?”

  The brawny man, Custer, suddenly stood up. His eyes were filled with solemnity as he looked at Andrew.

  The aura on his body slowly rose.

  There were a lot of messy things in Boston city now. Previously, two seventh-grade divine generals of the Heavenly God Sect, Soder and Black Rock, had been killed.

  The evil warriors had been killed inside the city.

  After that was Venerable Wuji had been killed.

  It was suspected that a warrior from the Holy Land had come out of the mountain.

  In front of him, there were too many things about this young warrior that made people suspicious.

  Even Johnson’s eyes flickered.

  Andrew smiled.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charles smoking outside the restaurant.

  He immediately guessed that these people’s identities should not be too big of a problem.

  They probably knew that the beast tide was coming to attack Boston and had rushed to support Boston City.

  But…

  They actually dared to laugh at him?

  Andrew suddenly stood up and sneered. “In my territory, you ask me who I am?

  “I see that you people are acting abnormally and your eyes aren’t straight. You might be evil martial artists!”

  After saying this much, Andrew shot out an ‘Eye of Spirit.’

  The expression of that brawny man, ‘Custer,’ changed greatly.

  He sat down on the ground.

  Crack!

  The chair shattered.

  The floor tiles under his feet were made into two butt-shaped dents.

  “Custer!”

  Seeing this, a seventh rank martial artist shouted angrily.

  His aura instantly exploded out.

  The entire restaurant seemed to have been blown by a hurricane, and crackling sounds could be heard.

  The plates, bowls, lamps, and other porcelain and glass in the restaurant all shattered into fragments.

  This seventh rank martial artist was stronger than Grandmaster Soder and was ranked 103rd on the list of grandmasters. His nickname was ‘Three Fist Kill.’

  He was good at fist techniques, so he instantly erupted and rushed toward Andrew. The Shadows of fists filled the sky and enveloped Andrew.

  “F*ck!”

  Outside the restaurant, Charles, who was smoking, was almost scared to death when he heard the commotion.

  This…

  They started fighting in the time it took to smoke?

  ‘Three Fist Kill’ was very famous among seventh-grade grandmasters. Although he was only ranked 103rd on the list of Grandmasters, once he went crazy and unleashed those three ultimate fist techniques, even the top ten grandmasters would have to give way.

  Otherwise, they would definitely be injured.

  Charles thought that if he injured Andrew, this wouldn’t do…

  Andrew was a genius youth from Boston. He couldn’t be harmed at all.

  Not caring about so much, Charles instantly burst forth and shouted, “Stop… He is…

  “One of us…”

  Charles, who had just burst forth, hadn’t finished speaking.

  He was stunned.

  He was dumbfounded.

  The last word “Human” was so weak that only he could hear it

  He saw the grandmaster known as the “Three Fist Kill” charge at Andrew.

  His fist technique was fierce and showed signs of killing Andrew.

  Then.

  Andrew punched.

  Indeed, it wa
s one punch, not a sword or a saber. It was just a simple punch.

  Crack!

  The sound of bones breaking could be heard.

  The “Three Fist kill” Grandmaster flew out.

  He broke the wall behind him and fell outside the restaurant. After rolling on the road for more than ten meters, he stopped in the middle.

  The fist shadows that filled the sky all disappeared.

  Andrew looked surprised.

  He stared at his own fist for two seconds.

  That grandmaster just now seemed to have a powerful aura.

  Just this much? He was able to finish him with one punch?

  Or was it that his Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique was too awesome?

  But…

  A cultivation technique that he had never heard of before, even if it was at the level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, it wasn’t the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Arts, the strongest body tempering cultivation technique. Furthermore, he had only cultivated it to the first stage, and he hadn’t even learned any fist techniques…

  One punch, and he almost blew up a seventh-stage expert?

  Boom!

  This time, even the ‘Sword Saint’ Johnson couldn’t sit still.

  He suddenly stood up, held his longsword in his hand, and released sword intent from his body that covered Andrew.

  Andrew’s eyelids twitched.

  It seemed…

  A bit too much.

  “I just wanted to teach that eighth stage expert who mocked me a lesson… However, it’s a good opportunity to experience the strength of a ninth stage saint.”

  Andrew wasn’t afraid at all. He looked at Johnson and said excitedly, “Good, very good. Ninth stage martial saint. I, Andrew, haven’t fought with a ninth stage martial artist before. It’s a good opportunity for me to experience your strength.

  “However, this place is too small. Shall we go to the wilderness and fight?”

  “Okay!”

  Johnson was stunned for a moment, but he quickly agreed and nodded.

  This was Boston City.

  If a ninth stage realm expert were to go all out and fight, there wouldn’t be a need for the beast tide to attack the city. Just the battle between the two of them would be enough to destroy Boston.

  However, at this time, Charles finally returned to his senses and stood between Andrew and Johnson.

  He was so nervous that his forehead was covered in sweat. He said, “Lord Johnson, it’s a misunderstanding. This is a misunderstanding!

  “We’re on the same side. We’re all on the same side!”

  “Huh?” Johnson frowned.

  On the same side?

  There were only so many experts.

  Moreover, this was the era of communication, not the ancient times. Although it was not very convenient to communicate in the wilderness, in the city… the Internet was still very developed.

  Chapter 76 - Fighting Against A Ninth-level Master

  Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

  There were only so many saints. Even if he had never met them before, he had seen information and photos online.

  He did not know this youth in front of him.

  Andrew was not surprised at all.

  Nonsense!

  If it were not for his own people, he would have drawn his saber long ago!

  Why am I still talking nonsense with you here?

  However, when the thought of fighting against a ninth-level saint rose in his mind, it was difficult to suppress it. He shouted, “Chief Charles, don’t be bewitched by these evil warriors…”

  “Andrew!”

  Charles couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Shut up. Don’t talk nonsense.

  “Sir Johnson is a ninth-grade martial saint. His swordsmanship is unrivaled, and he is a conferred sword saint. His strength is ranked in the top five of the ninth-grade.”

  Andrew was not afraid at all. He sneered. “So what if he is a martial saint? I, Andrew, am fearless!”

  Charles was speechless when he heard that. He was completely speechless.

  What f*cking fearless!

  The key was that they were all on the same side. Why were they fighting?

  However, on the other side, Johnson’s eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Andrew and said in shock, “He is Grandmaster Thunderblade?”

  …

  For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

  The “Three Fist Kill” grandmaster struggled to come in from the outside.

  His clothes had almost been torn to shreds, and his entire body was covered in blood. He looked pretty miserable.

  Of course, this was only a superficial injury caused by rolling on the road.

  His fatal injuries were on his fists and arms.

  Andrew’s punch had directly shattered the bones on his arms.

  Fortunately, Andrew didn’t use his full strength. Otherwise, this so-called “Three Fist Kill” guy might have died from this punch.

  In such a situation where the bones in the arm were broken, even a seventh rank grandmaster with a strong blood qi would need half a month to recover his body.

  “This Charles… really has a pig’s brain!”

  Andrew cursed in his heart. Could it be that he could not see that he had always reserved his strength every time he attacked?

  But since Charles had said his name, his identity had also been exposed.

  Andrew deliberately put on a shocked look and said in surprise, “Chief Charles, You weren’t bewitched? Are these people really not evil warriors?

  “I heard that evil warriors are good at enchanting people, brainwashing and even controlling them with spiritual power…”

  As Andrew said this, he looked at Johnson and licked his lips.

  He really wanted to fight a ninth-rank master.

  He wanted to see if he could fight with a ninth-rank saint.

  After all, he had the system to support him.

  He was not afraid of a ninth-rank saint.

  Charles’s face was even uglier than dog shit. He said with a dark expression, “If they were evil fighters, Boston City would have been conquered long ago. How could they have the chance to eat and chat here?”

  Johnson also recovered from his shock.

  He looked at Andrew again and said, “Previously, the name of Grandmaster Thunderblade had quickly spread in the martial arts circle. I didn’t quite believe it, but after seeing you today…

  “The rumors are indeed exaggerated. Half of them are true, and half are lies.”

  “Grandmaster Thunderblade, how could he be a genius? He’s simply abnormal. He’s only eighteen years old, right? He defeated Grandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’ with one punch. His strength is enough to rank in the top ten of the seventh-grade ranking.”

  One punch defeated three fists?

  Andrew was a little speechless. Was it forcefully rhymed?

  Grandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’, who had just squeezed in from the side, said with a gloomy face, “Grandmaster Thunderblade, I’m the grandmaster with the title ‘Three Fist Kill’. My real name is Connor.”

  So that was the case.

  Andrew showed a look of realization and subconsciously glanced at Charles. He couldn’t help but say, “Senior Johnson is too much. I just won by luck. Grandmaster Three Fist Kill doesn’t know my skills, which is why he lost. If he knew it, he could have been prepared and avoided my first punch. Maybe I’d still need a second punch to defeat him.

  “Moreover, there are many hidden experts among seventh rank grandmasters. My strength is nothing.”

  Look at Chief Charles.

  His control over his strength was 100%. He could probably crush all the experts on the seventh rank grandmaster list.

  But he was still very low-key, ranking at 300th.

  This was a true expert.

  “…”

  F*ck!

  “Three fist kill” Grandmaster Connor’s face was dark as he said, “Sir Johnson, fellow g
randmasters, I’ve bought a ticket for today’s afternoon train. The train is about to enter the station. I’ll be leaving first.”

  He really couldn’t stay any longer.

  The injury on his arm wasn’t important. What was important was that he was a martial artist and had some fame among the grandmasters.

  This kind of psychological blow was the most unbearable.

  Among this group of people, he was actually the most trash.

  Everyone watched Connor leave. Andrew could not help but say, “Even though his arm was shattered, his expression did not change. He did not even go to the hospital to treat his injury. He just wanted to take the train home. He is really a respected grandmaster senior.”

  Hehe!

  Respected?

  Did you respect him?

  Who respected a senior like you? Andrew had punched the grandmaster until his arm was shattered.

  The other fighters did not understand Andrew. They looked at him with a strange gaze.

  Charles could see what Andrew was thinking.

  He did not put him in his eyes at all.

  At least he knew that Boston was in danger and came to help. You just punched him until he was a level two cripple.

  It really didn’t make sense.

  However, it couldn’t be helped no matter how much it lacked logic. After all, he was Andrew.

  They could only change the topic and say, “Everyone, he is Grandmaster Thunderblade that you all want to see, Andrew!

  “He is the pride of our Boston. He is only eighteen years old, but he has already entered the grandmaster realm. His strength is tyrannical. He killed a seventh-grade crocodile demon and then killed two seventh-grade diving generals of the Heavenly God Sect in succession.”

  After saying this, Charles turned his head and continued, “Andrew, this is our Massachusetts Regional Martial Arts General Administration’s Lord Johnson. He’s also the number one expert of the five great base cities in the Massachusetts region. He’s a ninth-grade saint and is titled the Sword Saint.”

  “Johnson, how do you do?”

  “This is Custer, the number one expert of Houston.”

 

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