But is this really the case...
Su Tu frowned, always feeling that it wasn’t that simple. If the Human Race civilization were a great ship, then the military master and the sages would be part of the ship’s main rudder. With such a major problem in the rudder, yet the ship is still sailing full speed ahead, this is absolutely impossible.
Unless... unless everything is deliberate, the rudder... was intentionally knocked off course!
Su Tu rubbed his brow, his eyes flickering slightly.
Then, he stood up and left the teahouse. No matter what conspiracy there was, as long as it involved him, a punch would solve it; strength is the foundation of everything.
As the saying goes, if you’ve learned martial arts, why bother with trivial matters? Otherwise, wouldn’t my learning be in vain??
The most important thing for him now is to test the new skills and adapt early, only this way can he make better strategic plans for future battles.
...
Emperor Star.
A majestic and grand palace stood in the midst of endless desolation, this was a specially created space, where nine gigantic statues stood in front of the hall.
The faces of the statues were unclear, seemingly uncarved, or perhaps obscured by so force.
Every statue exuded an indescribable majesty. Any Human Race person, upon seeing the statue, would feel a profound respect from deep within their heart.
At the base of the statues, an old man in white, with a solemn and respectful expression, knelt on the ground. His whole person carried no special aura, seeming like nothing more than an ordinary preacher.
Suddenly, a drunken voice sounded.
"Old Wen, old Wen, in a few days, a bunch of youngsters will co to Emperor Star, you co and train them, okay."
This voice ca from the top of the statue, and the speaker was a rosy-nosed old man in a loose bathrobe, holding a bottle of liquor, occasionally taking a swig and talking with hiccups.
"This kind of thing... hic... I’m not good at it... you do it, okay."
The preacher-like elder looked toward the top of the statue, furrowing his brows deeply, then raised his hand to grasp the air.
Buzz!!
Instantly, a massive azure hand appeared out of the void, breaking through the air as if carrying thousands of stars, a Star River, with indescribable majesty, directly grasping at the rosy-nosed man.
"Don’t defile the statues of the great ones," the elder said in a deep voice.
The rosy-nosed man glanced at the slowly approaching massive hand, hiccupped heavily, and indifferently said, "Oh, so soone is going to die..."
The next mont.
Rumble!!
The great hand exploded in the void, and the terrifying force instantly tore everything apart. The pitch-black spatial rifts spread across the entire space like shattered glass.
And beneath that massive hand, the rosy-nosed man was like a fly being swatted. His body shattered, with flesh and blood flying, and the whole person was directly smashed onto the ground.
During the descent of his body, it was continuously ground to dust by star-like powers, and by the ti he completely landed, he had been ground into a pile of flesh.
With a ’thud’, it dropped next to the preacher.
After executing that strike, the preacher knelt down again, his eyes seeming to see nothing but the nine statues, as if everything else in the world was just void.
At this mont, the pile of flesh began to quiver.
A piece of flesh suddenly spoke: "You’re really ruthless and unrighteous. Among the nine of us, you’re the one I least want to be on duty with, yet it just had to be you and on the sa team."
Then another piece of flesh spoke up.
"How excessive, to raise a hand against your good brother, good comrade. Hey, hey, hey, you used this move last ti against the Void Spirits, and now you use it on !!"
Afterwards, the pieces of flesh started to boil, shapes beginning to change, appearing incredibly eerie.
Faced with all this, the preacher remained very calm, standing up after finishing the final prayer, speaking indifferently.
"As if you could actually die."
As the words fell, the pieces of flesh twisted abruptly, transforming into miniature rosy-nosed n, even replicating the bottle of liquor in their hands.
"Tch, I’m just called Simu Changsheng, not truly immortal. Seriously, always being so serious, what’s the big deal about sleeping on top? Back then, they even hugged to sleep."
Hundreds of mini rosy-nosed n simultaneously made a face at the preacher.
Yet the preacher ignored the rosy-nosed man, instead speaking seriously.
"Simu Changsheng, is it really necessary for us to personally train them in this True King Competition? Our existence should be the biggest secret of the Human Race."
The rosy-nosed man was no longer joking, seeing the various mini rosy-nosed n starting to rge with himself.
"The great era has arrived, Star River will be in chaos. The news brought by old Zhuge, he divined that the gods are about to return, and there will be upheaval with the Void Spirits."
"The royal seat of the True King Competition has always contained a great secret. Previously, there was no contention because the foundation of the Human Race was insufficient, but now it’s different. At this mont, everything will be in chaos, that opportunity must be seized."
While speaking, the mini rosy-nosed n had gathered into one, returning to the original state.
"Zhuge Buruo’s divination, huh, it’s quite reliable, I understand, you truly cannot teach people, I’ll take care of this," the preacher said seriously.
Hearing the preacher’s words, the rosy-nosed man smacked his lips, saying, "No, we’ve known each other from bare-bottod kids to today, over three thousand years, do you have to call us by our full nas, is it really necessary to be so formal?"
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