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Chapter 276 - 254: Talking at The Dinner Table (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 276: Chapter 254: Talking at The Dinner Table (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

In front of the ancient green willows, just a few dozen meters away, dust billowed and stones flew. In the gradually dispersing dust, one could see a large pit about twenty to thirty meters in diameter, with a man in dark red armor lying inside.

The muscular bare-chested man stood atop the armored figure, fists clenched, his smile appearing devilish in the eyes of the man in armor.

In the eyes of the onlookers, that was exhilarating; their teeth gleamed in the sunlight as they grinned widely.

He’s so fierce!

With a downward blow, he had knocked the man in dark red armor to the ground. It wasn’t just strength he contained, but also various skills and a grasp of the timing in battle.

As an elite who had undergone systematic training, Matissa was very aware of the difficulties involved.

To do this, even if gaining the element of surprise, this brute was a superhuman fighter, stronger than the Tree Demon, stronger than the man in dark red armor—a Superhuman Rank fighter from the Non-human Realm!

Is he the mentor of Blue Star?

Matissa looked on, feeling a trace of disappointment. It wasn’t that she thought him weak; he was stronger than she had estimated. However, his thick stubble and bare-chested, unrestrained image were far from the mentor she had imagined.

Compared to strength, appearance is trivial.

Matissa shook her head, dismissing the silly thought from her mind.

"Is that the mentor, then? He really is strong."

Standing beside her, Shi Yunxi exclaimed in surprise, "He’s not the mentor, but Mr. Xing is also a very strong warrior."

Hearing this, Matissa’s expression of surprise became even more exaggerated; it was hard for her to maintain her composure. If not for the dust in the air, she might have gasped in shock.

Upon counting carefully, there’s Green Willow, Mr. Xing with the surname Xing, and the mentor whose name she had heard but never met—three Superhuman Rank beings! She wanted to ask, just how many non-humans does Blue Star have?

But this uninhibited brute isn’t the mentor?

Matissa looked into the distance, at the figure shrouded in dust, her eyes rippling slightly as her thoughts drifted away.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Mr. Xing struck a pose and flexed the muscles on his arm, but he secretly regretted that there were no screams from young girls.

Ah, they were probably just stunned.

Only the familiar cheers of his three younger brothers reached his ears.

"Big boss is mighty, big boss is invincible!"

"I also think the big boss is invincible!"

"Big boss, are you hungry?"

Damn it! Ask again, and he really will be hungry!

Mr. Xing’s mouth twitched slightly; as he gazed into the distance at the black-armored minions charging at him, he grinned, "Let him come. Let this big master send him to heaven."

He stood on the man in dark red armor, looking at the black torrent surging towards him, he got into a boxer’s stance and swung out a punch.

Boom——!!

The force of his punch tore straight through the black torrent, as if capable of splitting the sea in two. Mr. Xing took a heavy step on the dark red armor, pressing the man beneath him down even further and cracking the earth again, as he himself shot out like a cannonball.

The burly man and the black-armored warrior, their silhouettes closed the gap between them in an instant.

The heavy sword moves were both incredibly powerful and precise, a style honed on the battlefield.

But Mr. Xing’s punch technique was even more exquisite, with feints, blocks, and blows—every punch contained profound principles. He was unequivocally a master of boxing, a limit-breaker among the powerful.

Just a few moves were needed before he left the man in black armor wide open.

Overpower! Crush!

The Cannon Punch shattered, and the black figure was blasted away, then driven into the ground by his sweeping leg.

Then, Mr. Xing heard a startled cry, and a fierce wind tore at his back.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Got you!"

A hoarse voice tinged with a hint of surprise came from behind.

Mr. Xing felt his body sink, the earth under his size 48 shoes cracked, and a figure in dark red suddenly appeared behind him, striking dishonorably from behind with a broadsword that shimmered with a blood-red light, heavily chopping down on his shoulder...

...and producing a dull, heavy sound like the clash of metal.

Clang—

Not only the people who had shouted in surprise from a distance froze, so did the man in dark red armor, holding his broadsword, unsure of whether to continue chopping down or to lift it up.

The brawny Mr. Xing’s half-exposed body shone with a bright coppery metallic luster. He shrugged his shoulder, shaking off the broadsword on it, then flicked away the dust with his fingers, turning to face the figure before him.

The grin on his face was fierce like a demon’s.

"Buddy, put some muscle into it."

Watching the man in dark red armor retreat a step, Mr. Xing threw a punch, the gust from the punch exploding clouds into rippling waves. The dark red armor twisted as the body was blown back. Before the figure could gain any distance, Mr. Xing’s rough hand grabbed the opposing warrior’s boot, swung down with force, and hurled it to the ground.

Boom—!

With the armored figure stamped into the earth, he mounted it, his fists swinging continuously like phantoms.

Wood, wood, wood!

Ora, ora, ora!

Sounds like firecrackers echoed around; it took Mr. Xing just a few seconds to rise, looking at the dark red armor now showing some cracks but still largely intact, somewhat surprised.

"Nice armor."

Still, he turned and walked away.

After a while, the Evil God’s minion, imprinted in the shattered earth and leaking blood and flesh from the cracks in his armor, had no more life left.

The black-armored minion saw this and didn’t hesitate to turn and flee into the grey mist.

Mr. Xing also stepped forward in pursuit.

The gray fog churned violently, with bursts of explosions and roaring within, and the rumble of shockwaves wafted out of the fog, stirring the thick, unyielding gray mist.

After a while,

a brawny man emerged from the fog, dragging a corpse, covered in blood.

Green, red, black.

...

Deep within the Ghastly Realm, the city of Sword Flower.

This was an elegant city. Compared to the Black Stone Alliance, the outer city’s buildings were densely packed, but still highlighted a difference with simple yet beautiful decorations. The inner city was even more exquisite, adorned with vibrant flowers and greenery, with the elite often seen garbed in splendid attire, swords at their side, brimming with Spirit.

Within this city were three most revered and elegant places.

They were the three academies that everyone yearned for.

In the Rose Academy, amidst an office decorated with various flowers, Matissa, the Dean of Rose, pulled open a drawer and took out an ancient parchment.

She slowly unfurled the special tan sheet, and upon it, elegant characters began to emerge.

"Respected Dean, as per your instructions, student Matissa has descended to Blue Star... This was the new world discovered by this observation. There was a slight mishap during the descent, but it was without danger. Thanks to this scare, the student also discovered the many extraordinary aspects of the Blue Star World."

"(300 words omitted)"

"Dean, Blue Star’s uniqueness is truly one in a thousand. I believe it is necessary to continue increasing our stakes in cooperation with Blue Star to achieve more mutual benefits."

"This student is about to truly enter Blue Star, to engage in deeper exchanges and understanding, bringing back more news."

"Above, student Matissa, leaves."

Matissa, the Dean of Rose, sat in front of her desk, deep in thought.

Suddenly, she lightly tapped her fingertips, and the petals of the bright red roses on the windowsill began swirling and drifting away with the wind, disappearing from view.

After a while,

more petals drifted out, clustering together to form two rings of flowers before the Dean of Rose, with ripples continuously spreading within, eventually revealing two blurry figures.

The figure on the left stood in front of the window, hands clasped behind, with a sword hanging on either side.

This was the Dean of Sword.

The figure on the right was well-built yet not the least coarse or barbaric. His elegance, accentuated by a gold-threaded, tasseled garment, was different from that of the Sword and the Rose’s elegance.

This was the Dean of War Song.

He spoke, "Matissa has landed in the new world, bringing back first-hand news, but this... is it not a bit exaggerated?"

In sight were three Superhuman Rank individuals!

On the spot, she killed two Superhuman Rank henchmen!

And all these feats were attributed to a mysterious force that had newly arrived... not even novels would dare to write such things.

Hearing his words, the Dean of Rose considered briefly and said, "The news is indeed somewhat exaggerated, but Matissa is my prized student, and she is not one to overstate things."

"Her surprise is evident through the paper, even slightly losing her elegance. Matissa would not have lost her composure unless she had seen something truly astonishing."

"She may not be the most talented, but she is still one of the finest newcomers of our generation."

"Genius, eh..."

At her words, the Dean of Sword sighed.

Matissa was indeed talented enough; otherwise, she would not have been entrusted with the role of ’emissary,’ and she was among the few new generations in the city of Sword Flower most likely to break through to the Non-human Realm.

But compared to that individual from the Great Oasis next door, Matissa seemed to pale in comparison.

"I hear he’s a super-genius, only twenty-one years old, already advanced to the rank of a Fifth Sense Commander, with a stable state and little mutated contamination."

This wasn’t just about comparing with the new generation anymore; even they, aged by several decades or a hundred years, felt envious.

There was possibly a chance to peer into myth.

The Dean of Sword looked at the parchment and paused before saying, "Prepare a little, wait for an opportunity, and if needed... add more stakes."

...

At Camp Two, Uncle Xing searched around before leaving.

Shi Yunxi and the others were still accompanying.

It was now more than half a day after the ’Battle of Slaying the Two Non-humans,’ and Matissa’s fluctuating emotions had gradually eased.

She was ready to enter Blue Star.

Of course, not through the secret land entrance; that was only for the locals. For her, an outsider, the secret land was also a wall, impassable no matter what.

But Matissa had made her preparations.

Or rather, the city of Sword Flower had a contingency plan.

After calming her mind, she set up the ’Descending Ritual’ within the safe environment of Camp Two.

Soon, with a ’pop,’ as if passing through a water curtain, Matissa truly entered Blue Star, opening her eyes to see Perrie and Anna, who had been waiting for her.

Shi Yunxi arrived shortly after.

"The Mentor has agreed to meet with you."

"Really?"

Matissa exclaimed in surprise, "Then what are we waiting for! Let’s go."

Shi Yunxi shook her head slightly, "Don’t rush; it’s not mealtime yet."

"Mealtime?"

Seeing Matissa’s somewhat puzzled expression, she said, "Discussing cooperation over a meal is our custom. Wait for tonight’s dinner, and you’ll be able to meet the Mentor."