“ZHAO TIE, WATCH OUT—!!”
Around the Green-Sprout Town Square, dozens of mortal villagers gasped instinctively as #1 Senior Slaughter-Farmer Chen Ao brought his fifty-thousand-pound, Qi-infused broadsword whistling down straight toward twelve-year-old Zhao Tie’s collarbone!
Simultaneously, across the other 499 Training Planets, 799 other humiliated, ringless Academy trainees (Rank 7 Mid to Rank 7 Peak) also snapped under the weight of their shattered pride—abandoning all pretense of “Righteous Self-Defense” and unleashing vicious, unprovoked sword-slashes and palm-strikes at the politely smiling bakers, blacksmiths, grandmothers, and children standing in front of them!
Even without their 10x System Rings. A Rank 7 Peak Nascent-Soul / Planetary cultivator striking an ordinary Rank 0 mortal villager with full brute force was like a speeding locomotive hitting a porcelain teacup!
“Hmph! Let’s see how your traffic laws stop raw Rank 7 Peak steel!!”
Chen Ao’s face twisted in a savage grin as the razor edge of his broadsword sliced through the outer green paper-silk collar of twelve-year-old Zhao Tie’s mandatory costume—
And touched the soft, warm beige knit fabric of the [Dad-Box Invincible Padded Cardigan] underneath!
TING—DING-DING-DING!!
