Zhao Xing’s most morable impression during training was of Xia Jing.
The first ti, Xia Jing defeated him, and Xia Jing’s Shattering Elent Finger broke four of his ribs.
In the subsequent training sessions, he was defeated by Xia Jing four more tis!
Such experiences, of course, left a deep impression of this Azure Dragon Martial Arts Institute genius on Zhao Xing.
Chen Fang, he also rembered. This guy was sent flying by him in the first training session and brought Hu Bing to cause trouble the second ti, but was scared off.
As for Zhang Jie, he only rembered the na, he was from the Xuanwu Departnt.
Xia Jing, you and I et again in this second round. What a coincidence. I’ll make sure to welco you warmly... Zhao Xing walked into the cabin with a smile.
Even though he was smiling, the ten martial artists in the cabin couldn’t help but shiver.
Why did it feel so ominous?
The Cloud Flying Boat was a small flying divine weapon, and there were not many seats inside, just ten. Seeing no seats available, Zhao Xing stood in the middle of the aisle, scanning everyone.
Zhang Jie imdiately understood the look in his eyes and quickly stood up: "Minister Zhao, you sit, I’ll go get so fresh air."
Hu Bing also stood up, smiling: "Minister Zhao, take my seat. It’s by the window."
Zhang Jie glared angrily at Hu Bing. Do you have to compete for this too?
Chen Fang was a step late. His butt was already halfway off the seat when he got overtaken.
"Thank you, much appreciated."
Although he said polite words, his actions were not polite at all. He directly sat down in the seat Zhang Jie vacated and closed his eyes to rest.
The remaining six martial artists looked at this scene with so confusion.
One of them nudged the person in front of him quietly and asked in a low voice: "Brother, who is this guy? Why does he seem so tough?"
Chen Fang replied in a low voice: "His na is Zhao Xing."
"Zhao Xing? Never heard of him. Is he very powerful?" The martial artist who asked felt puzzled.
"You didn’t attend the group training with the Minister of Agriculture Supervision last month, so it’s normal not to have heard of him."
Last ti, only three thousand people were selected for training. Many martial artists went to other places for training. For the Minister of Agriculture, it was mandatory training, but for martial artists, it was optional training.
This ti was different. One Minister of Agriculture with ten people, the reserve martial artists from nine armies were almost all brought over.
So, so unfamiliar faces completely hadn’t seen or heard of Zhao Xing.
Seeing Zhao Xing resting with his eyes closed, Chen Fang explained in a low voice: "Zhao Xing is a top-level genius from the Geography Institute. This guy is fierce. During that training session, we were almost wiped out by the team he led!"
"Are you talking about the ti when Fu Ying was eliminated?" The martial artist who asked was surprised, "I rember now; so it was him?"
"Yes." Chen Fang nodded.
"What’s the grudge between him and Xia Jing? They didn’t seem to be talking friendly. There’s sothing else behind their words." Another person asked.
"Xia Jing knocked him down multiple tis." Chen Fang said, "Now they’ve been assigned to this group again. Do you think we’ll have an easy ti?"
"Ugh, it can’t be... My Gluttonous Eating Skill is only at the second level. How did I end up with such a tough character?" The other martial artists’ faces all changed.
Encountering a Minister of Agriculture who was too weak ant they would starve.
But encountering one too strong was equally bad.
Their keen eyes ensured their own performance wasn’t impacted, but they could make life miserable for you. Like Chen Fang said, if you really offended them, would you co out unscathed?
"Better be prepared." Chen Fang sighed lightly.
The other martial artists, hearing Chen Fang’s words, all beca uneasy.
.....
anwhile, on another flying boat launched by the Heavenly Ti Institute.
Shi Yong climbed into the cabin and ran into a familiar face.
"Fu Ying."
"Shi Yong, co sit." Fu Ying smiled and waved. Then, a martial artist next to him obediently gave up the seat.
Shi Yong was with the Tiger Flood Dragon Army, and so was Fu Ying.
The two were acquainted.
"Why were you and I arranged in the sa group?" Shi Yong asked with a smile. "Was it intentional from above?"
"Who knows." Fu Ying, with his robust appearance, replied. Shi Yong, who was sunny and handso, also carried an extraordinary bearing. "It might be intentional. After all, if they paired with a weak Minister of Agriculture, it wouldn’t serve as effective training."
"You’re quite confident. What level is your Gluttonous Eating Skill?" Shi Yong asked.
Fu Ying held up four fingers.
"Not bad." Shi Yong nodded slightly, "It’s already a first-class level."
The Gluttonous Eating Skill was extrely difficult to cultivate. The first three levels were manageable, as they just required eating more and balancing the Five Elents in the diet.
From the fourth level onward, poisons were involved.
By the seventh level, the diet no longer constituted food—it required swallowing gold and silver!
While the Gluttonous Eating Skill could be learned by anyone outside the ranking system, even an eighth-grade martial artist would find it hard to reach the fourth level.
As for the seventh level, it required one to be at least a seventh-grade Earth Evil practitioner with a chance of success. Levels eight and nine were for those in the Sixth Grade Heavenly Gang Realm.
For Fu Ying to reach the fourth level was already first-rate.
"Shi Yong, how are things at the Heavenly Ti Institute? I heard Zhuang Ziqing has been chasing after you. And that Divine Might Army’s Zhao Xing, he’s also been rising rapidly... Is your top position secure?" Fu Ying asked Shi Yong about his situation.
"I don’t know." Shi Yong smiled warmly, "I only compete with myself. Other people’s statuses don’t concern ."
"You do have a good mindset." Fu Ying said, "I am quite keen to compete with Xia Jing. I heard Xia Jing’s Gluttonous Eating Skill is only at the third level. This ti, he’s definitely losing to !"
"He only has three levels?" Shi Yong was a bit surprised: "Why is it so low?"
"Hmph, he’s the heir of a marquis, it’s normal to be a bit pampered."
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