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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nHis guess was correct.

nThe mental strength of the seventh stage realm underwent a qualitative change.

nThe eighth stage realm tempered the golden body.

nThe ninth stage realm also had special abilities.

nAt this moment, he heard Johnson say, “The power of concept.”

nBlack Panther King and Seventh Elder of the Heavenly God Sect could only be considered the weak ones among the ninth-grade martial artists because they hadn’t grasped the power of concept. At most, they were of the fake ninth stage realm!

n“No, they can’t even be considered as pseudo-ninth-grade… ninth-stage golden body, how many stages have they broken through?

n“The accumulated experience isn’t enough, and they haven’t truly grasped the power of concept that marks the ninth-grade… their ninth-grade is very weak!

n“I thought that my combat strength had already reached the threshold of ninth-grade, and I even had the strength to kill ninth-grade. Now it seems that… I still need to cultivate properly.”

nJohnson saw Andrew’s expression constantly changing, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

nIf he thought of another strange idea and wanted to cause trouble, then…

nHe hurriedly said, “The Great Dong Mountain… can not be entered. Once there’s some trouble, it is very likely to trigger a war between the top powerhouses.

n“Some of the big plans of the human race will be interrupted!

n“When an accident occurs, the entire human race will die.”

nOf course, the matter wasn’t that serious.

nIt was just that Johnson deliberately made the matter serious.

nIt was to scare Andrew and prevent him from messing things up.

nAndrew nodded and said, “Thank you, Chief Johnson. Your words made me realize my own shortcomings.”

n“Oh right, what is the power you have mastered?”

nJohnson said proudly, “I’m ranked fifth on the ninth-grade list and have comprehended the power of concept. Moreover, the power of concept I have comprehended is sword intent.”

nAndrew’s eyes lit up.

nBut it soon dimmed down.

nHe wanted to spar with Johnson, but if he said it directly, Johnson would disagree.

nFind an excuse?

nHe could not find a suitable one.

nRight, Johnson was ranked fifth on the ninth-grade list and had grasped the power of concept. Chris rated was third on the ninth-grade list, so he must have learned the power of concept as well.

nHe wanted to understand the gap between him and a true ninth-grade expert.

nChallenging Chris was a good choice.

nThinking of this, he looked at the time.

nIt was already 3:40 pm.

nHe was still 20 minutes away from booking his train ticket.

nIf he left now, he should be able to catch the train.

nAndrew stood up. “Everyone, I have to catch the train. Let’s continue chatting in the future!”

nJohnson looked at him. Andrew was leaving just like that?

nHe had a mission to complete—delay Andrew.

nOtherwise, if Andrew went back and met Chris, wouldn’t it be…

n“Don’t rush. There’s still a lot of food to be served. We’ll leave after we finish eating.”

nAndrew looked at the dining table. There were five people sitting at a table of sixteen people.

nThe table was covered with dishes. There were still dishes that hadn’t been served?

nIf they hadn’t been served, he wouldn’t have eaten either.

nRight now, his mind was full of matters related to ninth-grade experts. How could he have so much time to waste here?

n“No, thank you for your hospitality.

n“Let’s get together again next time.

n“I still have something to do. I’ll go back to Boston first.”

nJohnson wanted to delay for a while.

n“How about I send a car to take you to the station?”

n“No need. It’s not far from the train station. It’s quite convenient to take a taxi.”

nAs Andrew said this, he walked out of the restaurant.

nWith a wave of his hand, he got into a taxi and left.

nThat was not enough. He was not going to the train station.

nInstead, he found an empty corner in the city.

nWhoosh!

nThere was a sound, and a ray of sword energy soared into the sky.

nAndrew activated the sword control technique and rode the Dustless Sword, directly rushing into the clouds in the sky.

nHe disappeared into the sky in an instant…

nHe restrained the energy fluctuation, so it would not alarm the others in the city…

nOf course, it would not alarm Johnson.

nJohnson had his hands behind his back, just like an ordinary old man.

nHe slowly walked to his own neighborhood.

nSmoothly, he bought a pair of slippers by the roadside.

n…

nHowever, just as he put on the slippers, his cell phone rang.

nCharles had called.

n“Chief Johnson, are you f*cking kidding me?

n“Didn’t we agree to delay Andrew’s return to Boston? Didn’t we say that he would only return to Boston at night?”

n“…”

nJohnson was dumbfounded.

nHe had already calculated the time.

nIt was now 4 pm. If he were to take the train from Houston to Boston, he would need to wait until at least 7 pm before he could return.

nAndrew had only left in front of his eyes for less than five minutes.

nHe returned just like that?

nEven if he had the strength of ninth grade, bursting forth with all his power and running back to Boston at twice the speed of sound, it still had only been five minutes. He probably hadn’t even reached the train station yet.

nHowever, without waiting for Johnson to think further, Charles directly said, “F*ck!

n“Johnson, there’s no time to explain!

n“Hurry up and come to Boston. There’s going to be a fight here…”

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nBoston.

nMartial Arts Administration Bureau.

nCharles was on the phone with Johnson when his expression suddenly changed slightly.

nIn the office, the aura of both Andrew and Chris rose.

nAlthough they were deliberately controlling it, outside, Charles’s face turned green.

nAndrew did things as he wished. No one knew what he would do next.

nChris, a man who fought his way from first to the ninth grade.

nHe was famous in the martial arts world for his hot temper.

nHe quickly hung up the phone and rushed straight into the office.

nAt this time, Chris, who was wearing a business suit and had a buzz cut, was sitting in his chair.

nAndrew, on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa very casually.

nTheir eyes met.

nThe atmosphere was agitated.

nHow long had it been since they met?

nAt most… thirty seconds.

nHe had only introduced Andrew and Chris to each other before he came out to make the call.

nIn fact, Chris was also a little dumbfounded…

nWhen the youth in front of him shook hands, his gaze was filled with provocation.

nAlthough he did not know why, Andrew’s battle record…

nChris was very clear about it.

nA genius like Andrew, he also wanted to fight!

nHowever, after all they had just met.

nEven if Chris was a very belligerent person, he was also embarrassed to ask for more battles out of the blue.

nHe immediately smiled and said, “Master Thunderblade, you are indeed different from ordinary people.”

n“Thank you for the compliment!”

nAndrew replied with a smile, “I heard that senior’s pair of iron rods has killed so many monsters that they do not dare to come out of the mountains anymore. The Tein Stick King shook the martial arts world. Today, after seeing you… it doesn’t seem like much!”

n“Huh?”

nChris’s gaze froze.

nHoly **!

nAs expected!

nCharles, who was at the side, quickly went forward and laughed loudly to ease the tense atmosphere. “Senior Chris, the weather today is pretty good. Why don’t we go out for a meal…”

nAs he said that, Charles’s hand was still continuously gesturing to Andrew from behind.

nBut, Andrew didn’t appreciate it at all.

n“Chief Charles, What are you doing with your hand!”

nAndrew was a little speechless.

nWhat did he mean?

nHe didn’t think too much about it.

nHe directly said to Chris, “I heard that you are the creator of the grandmaster list?”

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