Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 244 - 162 What am I if you guys are called geniuses?_2

Chapter 244: Chapter 162 What am I if you guys are called geniuses?_2

This apprentice is really something, thinking about how to win!

"The strength of the professional level isn’t about the difference between ’ninety-nine’ and ’one hundred.’ It signifies the human body crossing into another limit, a complete transformation from physical to mental, an all-round enhancement of vitality."

Old Liang chewed on chicken feet, making a crunching sound, and said ambiguously:

"For example, when I stepped into the professional level, I fought in a ring and encountered a tough opponent who broke one of my arms. Look at this, from here it was directly torn off, the flesh ripped apart, almost shattered.

But later, my master used medicine and special secret techniques from the Hong Sheng Sect to stimulate vitality, which allowed me to heal and regenerate the broken arm!"

Qin Shi leaned in and saw a shallow red line at the elbow joint on Old Liang’s left arm, exclaiming:

"An arm broken, and it can grow back. This kind of vitality is too incredible! Master Liang, does that mean professional level doesn’t have that thing anymore?"

His thoughts wandered to the imperial years of ancient Dongxia, where the profession of "eunuch" was prevalent.

"What’s in your mind?!"

Old Liang was speechless, then wiped his hands and said:

"I asked my master this question back then, and received a knock on the head almost turning into a fool. But finally, my master answered. The higher the rank in professional level, the stronger the concentration of vitality. Limb regeneration, wound healing, even not dying from decapitation might be possible.

But once the thing down there is cut off, it’s definitely gone. My master said it’s ’essence blood’ related, very hard to recover and regenerate."

Qin Shi put aside the perfect level electric shock saber, and gulped down the icy drink.

Thinking that the strongest point of the professional level is the concentration of vitality crossing a limit, already transformed to a "non-human level."

No longer as fragile as the amateur level, not only afraid of hot weapons but even cold weapons.

"Therefore, in the army, many soldiers in battle groups undergo ’glorious evolution’ and transplant surgery, with the standard being the professional level. This ensures higher survival rates."

Old Liang spat out the chicken feet bones, his eyes showing a hint of nostalgic reminiscing.

"I’ve seen some spiritual ability paths, due to special heritage, cultivating pupil techniques may easily lead to overload. So they carry seven or eight bionic eyes in their tactical gear box, ready to plug and use."

Qin Shi’s mouth twitched, hearing it sounded like some evil goblin tribe.

"In conclusion, professional level crushes amateur level, it’s about increasing vitality concentration a big limit. But for you, that’s not the problem instead."

Old Liang glanced at his apprentice’s weapon and grinned:

"Your knife is of high grade, even making me feel a subtle threat. It’s likely a divine weapon with ’property,’ if it’s a common professional level, it might not withstand."

Qin Shi thought indeed, the perfect level electric shock saber was forged by four divine pillars, the "golden word entries" should be abundant.

If it has "slaying," "blood sucking," "True damage," that would be invincible!

"But you must be particularly wary of those martial artists with degenerate, polluted, and mutated flesh. They are willing to pay a huge price for a surge in vitality.

Unless you can pierce their heart and blow up their brain, completely destroying the body, otherwise their self-healing and regeneration capacity will give you a terrifying surprise."

Old Liang solemnly reminded.

During his military service, he had encountered many degenerate and mutated flesh sect martial artists.

Strict operational rules must be followed, burn the corpses on-site, completely grind the bones to dust.

"Got it, I will remember."

Qin Shi nodded, if he encountered professional level martial artists he could defeat, he would definitely handle it from death to cremation clearly.

"Xiaozhi."

Old Liang turned sideways, looking at the radiant red sunset.

"This time the Top 100 competition, fight well. Let the people of Heng Province know, a young genius emerged from Old Factory Street."

He pointed at the soon-to-be-demolished Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School, lightly said:

"You walked from here to the Tai’an Metropolitan Area, took more than ten years. But with your current skills, it won’t take that long to step out of the urban circle of Heng Province towards the Star Sea.

Be it me or Nanhuang Daoist School, these are merely stepping stones for you, letting you move forward boldly without worries."

Qin Shi nodded heavily with a determined voice:

"Master Liang! Senior Ren from Nanhuang Daoist School said you were well-known in the past. I will definitely make Heng Province Martial Arts Association shake again with your name! Who said a physical education teacher can’t train a world-class genius!"

Old Liang’s lips trembled, lightly turned his face:

"You brat, always saying sweet things... go on then, I used to hear a saying in Jing Province, ’an old dog cannot teach a wolf pup.’

But this old crippled dog here insists on teaching a tiger or leopard with the vigor to devour an ox!"

...

...

Central City, a week later.

Wearing a bulletproof vest, Zhou Yuanchen fully armed boarded the helicopter welcoming him.

This time, the Top 100 competition location was set in the ’Pollution Zone’ hundreds of kilometers from Yan City.

Song Haifeng, wearing sunglasses, sat opposite and said in a deep voice:

"Yuanchen, according to the intelligence from the Education Department, Heng Province Martial Arts Association restarted the wilderness trial. You will be randomly dropped into the ’Ghost Wailing Canyon,’ a jagged canyon stretching for thousands of kilometers."

Zhou Yuanchen seriously watched the holographic map projected in Song Haifeng’s hand, frowned and asked:

"Is it a survival test? Similar to past wilderness trials, allowing each contestant to carry one or two days of supplies, then survive for half a month? Or a month?"

Song Haifeng shook his head, expression very solemn:

"It’s not that simple. Ghost Wailing Canyon was the site of the first dependent battle during the Great Expansion period. Due to the high-intensity war, nearly seventy thousand lives were buried there, especially favored by esoteric Buddhism and degenerate martial artists.

Maintaining extreme weather and harsh conditions year-round, even has rift entrances leading to the Netherworld... it’s not just a survival test, reportedly, Heng Province Martial Arts Association prepared ’surprises’ for you."

Zhou Yuanchen asked in amazement:

"Going this far? High death toll, not afraid of warnings and penalties from the Martial Arts Association?"

This isn’t the imperial age, where human life is as cheap as grass.

The contestants in the Top 100 competition are elites from various universities or government units.

With such brutal competition, how many can survive?

"Martial Arts Association dares to hold it like this, naturally has protective measures. The terminal watch sponsored by Tomorrow Group, can use a powerful signal beacon to penetrate electronic blockade once. If encountering danger and wanting to quit, it will immediately activate the barrier, allowing the rescue team to arrive and assist."

Song Haifeng explained.

"I have no need to worry about Martial Arts Association, this is what makes it interesting! If everything goes smoothly, the chance to step into the professional level might be in this Top 100 competition!"

Zhou Yuanchen’s lips curled, as long as he beats the Nanhuang Daoist School’s apprentice, his debt of seventeen billion will be cleared, and he can continue to take loans to enhance strength for the Star Cup.

"Humph, how can those mediocre ’goods’ be qualified to be called geniuses like me! They don’t even understand the basic rules. The new generation martial arts path is about daring to spend money and take loans; only then is there a future!"

Zhou Yuanchen felt very confident, in his view, the resources and funds the mediocre goods could consume at best are millions or tens of millions, no future at all.

Only someone like him, who spent seventeen billion cleanly and turned all the funds into strength, deserves to be called a genius!

Every punch he throws, every battle he fights, is filled with a strong desire to win and an absolute belief in victory.

That’s not just sweat and effort but also contains the intense burning smell of massive amounts of money.

Because of this, Zhou Yuanchen dared to challenge the professional level coach Song Haifeng.

His punch isn’t just twenty-two years of struggle but also seventeen billion worth of power!

"I don’t think any opponent in the Top 100 competition can stop me."

Two hours flew by, the helicopter landed, Zhou Yuanchen took big steps forward, jumped down, and landed on the solid ground.

He looked around, at the bustling open lawn filled with young faces.

The Top 100 competition participants will board the transport planes nearby and be deployed to the ’battlefield.’

Zhou Yuanchen, being the last batch, immediately attracted a lot of attention as soon as he appeared.

Regarded as the hot favorite for the championship, with a loud reputation, undoubtedly a ’star figure.’

"Indeed, just as I thought."

Zhou Yuanchen hands in pockets, slightly held his head up, observing the rows of teams with a scrutinizing and condescending look.

"Don’t even mention my punch worth seventeen billion in power, opponents worth over a billion power are rare.

If you mediocre goods are called geniuses, then what am I? A Martial God seed?"