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nAndrew seemed to have suddenly remembered something.

nSince he was able to increase Annie’s strength so quickly, then as long as he had enough Great Recovery Pill and sword intent grass, wouldn’t he be able to quickly create experts?

nGreat Recovery Pill could be used to increase cultivation.

nSword intent grass to comprehend sword intent.

nGolden body fragments to forge golden body.

nThen, there was only one thing left… spiritual power.

nFrom the sixth to the seventh grade, the biggest gap was spiritual power. This was also the gap between the middle-grade and high-grade martial artists that could not be crossed.

nIf there was another pill that could increase spiritual power.

nAndrew’s eyes became fiery.

nAs long as these three things could be used, a person could quickly advance to the ninth grade.

nMoreover, he would be a ninth-grade martial grandmaster who had comprehended sword intent, an expert among the ninth grade!

nWith Andrew’s help, Annie cultivated all the way until midnight.

nAt this time, her cultivation had already reached the early stage of the sixth grade, and she had comprehended thirty percent of sword intent.

nWith a casual wave of her hand, a sharp sword qi could be emitted.

n“Not bad, not bad. Your current attack, even if someone’s at the peak of the seventh grade, wouldn’t dare to underestimate it.”

nAndrew had a big idea in his mind.

nThere was a lot of sword intent grass in the system store.

n10,000 strengthening points for one stalk.

nThat was 100 million dollars.

n100 million dollars was a good deal to use to comprehend sword intent.

nAndrew immediately turned on his computer, logged into the fighter forum, and posted on it.

n“Sword intent grass: an extremely precious treasure between heaven and earth. Ordinary fighters can comprehend sword intent after consuming it. Fighters who have already comprehended sword intent can increase their sword intent. The effect is extremely strong!”

n“The price is 30 billion US dollars! If you want to buy it, send a private message to me.”

nAndrew grinned.

nHe didn’t earn much either. He only earned 300 times.

nWhat he needed to think about now was whether the money he earned from the system store would be converted into strengthening points if he sold the things he bought in the system store?

nIt seemed to be a system bug, so Andrew was not completely confident.

nAfter a few minutes, Andrew opened the forum again.

nHe wanted to see if anyone wanted to buy his sword intent grass.

nIn the end, no one wanted to buy it.

nThere was even a comment scolding him.

n“You don’t deserve to be a fighter. You must be a swindler. Have Swindlers started to cheat their way into the fighter forum these days? Such a lousy grass actually dares to sell for 30 billion, who gave you the guts?”

nAndrew frowned.

nIf you don’t want to buy it, then don’t buy it. Why scold others?

nHe looked at this person’s nickname. It was the Little Devil King.

nHe was a student of New York University’s martial arts school.

nAndrew directly replied below.

n“Are you crazy? If you don’t want to buy such a good thing, there are many others who do. You’re blind. You can’t tell whether the thing is good or bad, but you’re still spouting nonsense here.”

nSoon, the Little Devil King’s reply came.

n“Damn liar, you’re still acting tough. Hurry up and delete the post, and then apologize. I, the Little Devil King, won’t argue with you.”

nOf course, Andrew wouldn’t delete it. He continued to reprimand this guy called the Little Devil King.

nIt was already late at night, and after the two of them had scolded each other for half an hour.

nLittle Devil King: “Tomorrow Morning, I’m going to participate in the National Martial Arts Conference’s finals, so I won’t talk nonsense with you. Do you dare to tell me your identity? After the conference is over, let’s meet.”

nAndrew said, “What a coincidence. I’m also participating in the National Martial Arts Conference’s finals. Don’t wait until after it’s over. Tomorrow, we’ll meet. My name is Bennett, the President of Stanford University’s combat club!”

n“Okay, I’ll remember you.”

nBoth sides finished their vicious words.

nOf course, what Andrew said wasn’t his real name.

nAt that time, during the school martial arts conference’s selection, Bennett had left a good impression on Andrew.

nHe had the strength of the middle stage of the fifth grade, liked to fight, had a good personality, and was quite talented.

nAndrew turned off his computer, washed up, and went to sleep.

n…

nAt this moment, in a big hotel in New York, a teenager was wearing an angry expression.

n“Jax, what happened to you?”

n“I got into an argument with a retard online. I think his name is Bennett. He’s from Stanford University.”

nJax was the Little Devil King just now.

n“I’ve heard of him.” Jax’s roommate nodded.

n“His cultivation seems to be at the middle stage of the fifth grade. His level isn’t bad. I heard that he’s a battle maniac.”

n“His father is an eighth-grade martial artist. He’s the director of Stanford’s Martial Arts Bureau, Thomas.”

n“Thomas?” Jax’s eyes widened.

nHe had naturally heard of Thomas. He was currently the number one fighter of the eighth grade on the golden body list.

nThomas could have become a fighter of the ninth grade long ago, but he wanted to forge a golden body of the ninth stage. This was something that had never happened before.

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nThe next day.

nAt ten o’clock in the morning, a plane from Stanford University arrived in New York.

nA team walked into the campus of New York University’s Martial Arts Institute.

nVice President Carroll personally led the team, followed by all the participating students.

nMany New York University students had gathered around. They were most curious about the 18-year-old Grandmaster Thunderblade.

nJax’s eyes kept searching the entire team.

nHe soon saw a tall man in the team, with dual blades on his back.

nJax had previously looked up Bennett’s picture on the Internet, so he recognized him at a glance.

nBoom!

nThe aura of a sixth-grade martial artist instantly erupted from Jax’s body.

nHe landed directly in the middle of the road and roared angrily, “Bennett, you bastard, get out here!”

nBennett was instantly dumbfounded.

nHe did not know what had happened either.

nJax seemed to be taller than him by half a head.

n“Bennett, come out and fight!”

nBennett still did not understand what had happened.

nTeacher Halley turned around and looked at Bennett. He asked, “Do you have a grudge with him?”

n“No.” Bennett looked innocent. “I don’t even know him!”

n“Bullsh*t!” Jax roared angrily. “You actually don’t admit it. You’re too despicable!”

nWhen the two of them were arguing, Andrew could not help but laugh out loud.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, what’s going on?” Bennett chose to ask Andrew for help.

n“Cough, cough!” Andrew retracted his smile and turned serious.

n“This person is from New York University’s martial arts school, and you are from our Stanford University. He has issued a challenge to you. If you don’t bravely stand out, you will lose the face of our school! Go, as a man, bravely step forward and fight with him!”

nAndrew encouraged him. After hearing this, Bennett felt that it made sense.

nJust as he wanted to step forward, he immediately backed down.

nAlthough he was a battle maniac, it didn’t mean that he liked getting beaten up.

nThis Jax in front of him was very famous.

nHe was famous in the entire younger generation and was about to break through to the seventh rank Grandmaster realm. Moreover, he was born with divine strength and had boundless strength. There was almost no opponent at the same level as him.

nNot to mention that he was one level lower than Jax.

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