Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 165 - 165 120 Cosmic Furnace Warfare Strategy

165: Chapter 120: Cosmic Furnace, Warfare Strategy 165: Chapter 120: Cosmic Furnace, Warfare Strategy Old Liang’s eyelids twitched, and he put down the Beicang Daijiao he had just picked up, his palm still clutching the bottle neck.

Nanhuang Daoist School?

Competing with me for students?

Threads of killing intent swirled in his heart, and his energy surged out like a storm, locking onto the figure outside the door through the wall.

“What terrifying energy!”

Ren You, who was standing in the long corridor, shuddered as if struck by cold lightning, feeling as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast with vertical pupils, an inexplicable fear as if exposed to the apex predator.

Fortunately, he was also a Specialized Level Martial Artist, his will strong and unyielding, and his energy surged outward as well.

Like a burst of scorching lava, it expelled the raging energy trying to seize him.

The sudden explosion of pressure created visible ripples in the air.

The two invisible forces clashed like bulls locking horns, neither willing to give an inch.

“It’s all the teacher’s fault, forcing me to say such harsh words, claiming that the disciples of Nanhuang Daoist School must be arrogant and domineering.”

Ren You secretly complained to himself, among all the disciples, he was one of the few who followed the teacher in learning the True Inheritor skills of the Old Martial.

But his talent was mediocre, barely breaking through to the Specialized Level in his thirties, never earning the title of Martial Artist.

His energy was like flaming clouds, seemingly strong but internally hollow, lacking cohesion.

Facing Old Liang’s energy that felt like a constricting python, narrowing its deadly grip, he quickly fell into disadvantage.

“In normal circumstances, you should have put in more hard work; instead, you played tricks!

You can’t even compete with a half-disabled cripple.

Alas!

How can my Nanhuang Daoist School survive with people like you!”

The white-haired elder downstairs sighed heavily, lifting his lowered eyelids, his dim eyes suddenly flashing.

Ren You staggered forward two steps as if kicked in the back, propelled by the scorching, immense energy like a blazing sun.

The previously diminished hot energy instantly surged tenfold, forcing back Old Liang’s energy, and even more aggressively attacking him!

“A master!”

Old Liang suffered a small loss, his hand gripping the bottle neck tightening unconsciously, producing a cracking sound.

His veins pulsated violently under his skin, the terrifying imagery within him about to break free.

“Master Liang, the voice outside sounds familiar, I might know them.”

Just as Qin Shi stood up, Old Liang’s suppressed violent nature didn’t fully erupt.

Qin Shi opened the door and, upon seeing Ren You, exclaimed in surprise:

“Teacher Ren, what brings you here?”

“Tai’an is a place blessed with outstanding individuals, an auspicious land.

Once you come, you don’t want to leave, and once you leave, you want to come back.”

Ren You said with an awkward smile.

He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and wide mouth, looking like an honest person.

It’s truly hard to meet the teacher’s requirements of showcasing the dominance and free spirit of the Nanhuang Daoist School’s True Inheritor.

“Are you specifically looking for me, Teacher Ren?”

Qin Shi asked doubtfully; he seemed to have met this member of the Central City’s Martial Arts Association only once.

From his previous words, it seemed like Ren You was actually a disciple of the legendary Nanhuang Daoist School?

“Mr.

Qin, although you haven’t met my teacher’s expectations, your exceptional talent and outstanding skills make you a rare young hero of Heng Province Martial Arts Association, naturally drawing my interest.”

Ren You continued with his prepared script:

“Mr.

Qin, you might not know, but Nanhuang Daoist School has already relocated to Tai’an, and we’ve reached an agreement with the Education Department to settle in Dangyang East Suburb.”

What?

Qin Shi’s head was filled with a big question mark.

This news felt profoundly absurd and bizarre.

What kind of place was Nanhuang Daoist School?

The premier Martial Arts Holy Land in Heng Province, the last face of the local Old Martial Sect.

Relocating all the way to Tai’an was one thing, but building in Old Factory Street?

It sounded like a famous car company planning to set up a factory and park in the urban-rural fringe.

“Dangyang East Suburb is quite suitable for the Old Martial Sect to take root and sprout.

Tai’an is too prosperous, everything converging towards Central City, making people’s minds restless and hard to focus on practice.

Your area’s high electronic blockade level and the less common use of networks make it more suitable for an undisturbed base.”

Ren You expressed seriously, showing no flaws.

I’ve been to Old Factory Street, the children there are very pure.

Qin Shi scratched his head, thinking, Teacher Ren, do you like playing soccer too?

“Is the Martial Artist inside the one you apprenticed to for your skills?”

Ren You changed the topic, he indeed came with his teacher today to inspect the relocation site for the Daoist School.

Because Dangyang East Suburb was catching up with urban renovation, many shantytown areas were due for demolition.

Not just the Nanhuang Daoist School, but they could indeed allocate land to build a sports hall or a football field.

Qin Shi nodded and said:

“That’s right, I follow Master Liang for my apprenticeship.”

Ren You sighed; such a good seedling was already taken.

According to the teacher’s temperament, he would definitely try to covertly undermine and poach.

But stealing someone’s teachings is akin to snatching their wife.

It would likely lead to conflict and fighting.

Nanhuang Daoist School’s reputation was ruined in such ways.

“May I come in and meet him?”

Ren You appeared quite polite, noting the silent energy clash.

The Martial Artist inside the dormitory, regardless of his Life Force, was undoubtedly strong.

The unintentional bloody and murderous aura, cold and sinister, felt like a mountain of corpses pressing down on him, very horrifying.

In today’s Dongxia, the only places that could forge a Martial Artist’s spirit through blood and fire were the Galactic Frontier, particularly in the battle groups based in Huai and Shuo Provinces.

Within the sixteen major base cities, each selected Vanguard soldier went through rigorous training.

This person likely had military experience.

“Master Liang, Teacher Ren from Nanhuang Daoist School wants to talk to you.”