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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nThere was no technical problem.

nBut as an armor, it had to be good-looking.

nEspecially for Annie, girls had to wear beautiful clothes.

nThis made Andrew feel a little headache.

nHe needed to study the style of women’s clothing to be able to make decent divine armor.

nIn that case, he could only put this matter aside for now.

n“Oh right, Sister.” Andrew suddenly remembered something. “How did you know that I was injured?”

n“I saw it on the forum. There’s a photo on it saying that you were seriously injured.”

nAndrew immediately took out his phone and logged into the forum.

nThis was the internal forum of the fighters.

nIn other words, only martial artists could log into it.

nOnce he entered, the title of the top post read…

nGrandmaster Thunderblade is heavily injured. Life and death unknown!

nOpening this post, there were two pictures inside, both of Andrew taken last night.

nFrom the pictures, it could be vaguely seen that Andrew was covered in blood and was seriously injured.

nThere were many comments under the photo.

nMany people felt that with such severe injuries, Grandmaster Thunderblade’s future achievements would be greatly affected.

nEven if he didn’t die, he would probably end up crippled in the future.

nThere were many people who chose to believe in Grandmaster Thunderblade.

nFrom their point of view, Grandmaster Thunderblade could become a seventh rank grandmaster at the age of eighteen. It was clearly something that ordinary people couldn’t compare to.

nAt this level of injury, an ordinary person might die.

nBut he was Grandmaster Thunderblade!

nJust as Andrew was flipping through these posts, a call came on his phone.

nIt was from Charles.

n“Andrew, are you alright? I just saw the post saying that you’ve received a grievous injury.”

n“I’m fine,” Andrew said with a smile. “It’s all exaggerated by some warriors. My injury is fine. It’s almost healed.”

nAfter chatting for a while, Charles suddenly asked, “Oh right, Andrew, you are now at Stanford University. Have you heard of Pescadero?”

n“I have.”

nNot only had he heard of him, but he had also been there yesterday. Moreover, his serious injuries were caused by the battle with the Anaconda King.

n“Do you know that there is an Anaconda King that has attained the dao?”

nAndrew was stunned after hearing that. “Anaconda King? Attained the dao?

n“Who said that?”

n“Who else could have said that? Of course, it was Clayton. He said that the Water Python King in the Pescadero region has broken through the Ultimate realm. Moreover, it has led many monsters and intends to launch a beast tide!”

n“Ultimate?”

nAndrew suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

n“Are you sure about this?”

nCharles smiled. “How can such a thing be fake?

n“The news has spread in almost the whole martial arts circle has. If you don’t believe it, you can ask your principal and vice-principal.”

n“His mother!”

nAfter hearing this news, Andrew cursed.

nNo wonder the Anaconda King last night was so strong.

nIt wasn’t a ninth-grade demon beast at all.

nIt was at the peak.

nIf Andrew had known this before, he wouldn’t have gone.

nTo directly go and fight a pinnacle demon beast, wasn’t that courting death?

n“What happened to you?” Charles asked curiously.

n“Right, what happened to your injury?”

nThe moment he asked this question, a possibility suddenly came to his mind.

nIt can’t be!

nAndrew’s strength was so strong. Could he fight against a top-tier monster?

nThe moment this thought came to his mind, Charles was stunned.

nHe was just about to ask clearly on the phone, but a du du du stopped him. Andrew had already hung up the phone.

n“Sister, I killed an Ultimate realm monster last night!”

nAndrew said to Annie excitedly.

n..

nMeanwhile, at the Martial Arts Bureau in New York.

nClayton was still having a headache.

nThe news of the death of the Anaconda King had spread all over the country.

nSeveral top-tier existences in the monster world had also learned about the matter.

n“Who killed the Anaconda King?”

nUntil now, Clayton still couldn’t figure it out.

nSoon, Evans called.

n“Do you know that the nine-headed demon snake has already deployed a large number of demon beasts and is ready to attack the human cities?”

nClayton frowned.

nAs expected, because of the death of the Anaconda King, the demon beast powerhouses hated humans even more and were ready to launch an attack.

nThis was going to be troublesome.

n“Why don’t you go to the depths of the swamp and negotiate with the nine-headed demon snake?”

nEvans sighed. “This is the only way.”

nAfter hanging up the phone, Evans immediately rushed to the swamp where the nine-headed demon snake was.

nHe was, after all, a top-notch expert in the military. At this moment, in order to protect the safety of the people, he had to stand up.

nMeanwhile, Clayton was still worrying about the mysterious expert.

nSuddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and Chris walked in.

n“Is it them?” Clayton asked expectantly.

n“No,” Chris answered honestly.

nHe had already contacted a few warriors who might be mysterious experts.

nBut unfortunately, none of them admitted that they had been to Pescadero.

nThey were all humans, so it was impossible for them to lie.

nClayton sighed and lay on the table helplessly.

nThere seemed to be a top expert among the humans, but as the director of the Martial Arts Bureau, he actually didn’t know who it was.

nThis made Clayton feel a deep sense of defeat.

nBeep Beep Beep.

nThe phone rang again.

nIt was the director of the Boston Martial Arts Bureau, SI.

n“What is it?”

n“Director Clayton, you said a few days ago that the Anaconda King had attained the pinnacle of the dao. Is this true?”

n“Nonsense!”

nClayton scolded.

nHe thought it was some new clue, but it turned out that it was because of this matter.

n“Good, good, I can’t believe it!” Charles shouted excitedly.

n“Is there something wrong with you? If there is something wrong, I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up. Don’t waste my time here.”

nClayton was about to hang up the phone.

nCharles shouted, “Chief, do you know who is seriously injured? It’s Andrew!”

n“It has nothing to do with me. I told you that I’m swamped right now.”

nClayton said sternly.

nBut soon, he was stunned.

n“Who did you say was injured? Andrew?”

n“That’s right. There are a couple of pictures circulating on the internet. Andrew was seriously injured last night! I even called him to ask him. It’s true!”

n“Last night? The Anaconda King also died last night.”

nCharles was stunned when he heard that.

nThe news of the Anaconda King’s death had not spread yet, so he did not know about it.

n“The pinnacle demon beast actually died, and it’s very likely that Andrew did it?”

nWhat did this mean? It meant that he was an eighteen-year-old Ultimate realm powerhouse!

nWhen he thought of this, even Clayton sucked in a breath of cold air.

nWas there really such a talented person?

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