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nAfter exiting the warrior forum, Andrew browsed through the mainstream media platforms.

nMost of them were talking about him.

nThe media platforms, Twitter, Facebook, news, television, and even the national press conference, were all talking about him.

nThe youngest Ultimate warrior!

nThe most talented warrior in the history of mankind!

nThe hero who saved the entire United States!

nBefore reaching the pinnacle, he killed Pescadero’s anaconda king.

nAfter that, he killed the snow leopard king, the monkey king, went to the Amazon rainforest to subdue the purple-gold demonic monkey, and killed the two subordinates of the purple-gold demonic monkey!

nAfter returning to the Arctic Circle, he killed the nine-headed demonic snake and completely solved the great crisis that mankind was facing.

nHe killed the ant king, the emerald snake king, the polar bear king, and also killed over a thousand high-grade demonic beasts. From then on, the demonic beasts in the Arctic Circle were no longer a threat.

nLouis also retreated from the Alaska base and could assist in defense of other cities.

nAfter returning to New York, Andrew slashed the sky with his sword and killed an ultimate monster king. He also scared the other ultimate monster king until it burned its golden body and escaped.

nAfter these battle achievements, there was also a paragraph of praise for Andrew.

nAfter Andrew read it, he blushed.

nAm I that powerful?

nKnock Knock Knock!

nSuddenly, there was a knock on the door.

nAndrew opened the door and found that it was Chris standing outside.

nHe brought a few large packages and placed them in the room.

n“I brought a lot of materials for you. If you want to refine ninth-grade divine clothes, there should be enough for two sets.

n“We also prepared a secret room for you to refine weapons. It’s at the New York Martial Arts Bureau. Do you want to go with me?”

nAndrew shook his head. “Thank you, but there’s no need for a secret room.”

n“I’m just casually refining a set of ninth-grade divine clothes and a ninth-grade divine weapon. There’s no need to go through so much trouble.

n“I’ve posted on the martial arts forum. I need a lot of ores. If your Martial Arts Bureau has them, you can also exchange them with me.”

nChris nodded repeatedly.

nBefore he left, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something.

nHe turned around and said to Andrew, “There’s a celebration party tomorrow. It’s specially held for you. Director Clayton, the military, and government officials will all be there. You must attend. I’ll inform you later about the specific time.”

nAfter Chris left, Bennett sat up from the bed with difficulty.

n“Lord Andrew, I heard that you were able to easily obtain many demon cores. I don’t know if you have any more, but my clan is willing to pay for them.”

nBennett’s family background wasn’t bad. His father was the number one expert of the eighth-grade golden body realm.

n“I’m not selling them.” Andrew decisively refused.

nHe didn’t care about the money he earned from selling demon cores.

n“If you want demon cores, go read the post I just posted.”

nAfter saying this, Andrew went to the room next door.

nHe prepared to start refining the divine weapon.

nTo Andrew, there was no difference between refining a ninth-grade divine weapon and a seventh-grade divine weapon. The steps were the same, but the materials needed were of different grades.

nIt went on until three o’clock in the morning.

nAndrew spent five hours before he finally finished forging this set of divine clothes. They were made according to Annie’s size.

nAll the colors and styles were deliberately designed by Andrew for Annie.

n“Congratulations, host, for forging a set of ninth-grade divine clothes. The experience gained from forging weapons has increased.”

nThe sound of a system notification rang in his ear.

nIf it was an ordinary person who finished forging a divine weapon, their spiritual power would be greatly damaged, and they would need a long time to recover.

nBut to Andrew, this was nothing.

nHe directly took out his seventh-grade divine weapon battle saber and fused a ninth-grade demon core into it.

nIt only took him one and a half hours to finish forging it.

nAndrew stretched out his hand and lightly flicked the blade. Instantly, a ray of saber qi soared into the sky from the Central Hotel in New York.

nThe material of this saber was very good. It was extremely sharp, and the forging process could be said to be perfect.

nBut this was only a ninth-grade divine weapon.

nFor an ordinary pinnacle martial artist, it might be enough.

nBut not for Andrew.

nIf he used his full strength, this battle knife wouldn’t be able to withstand the force.

nIf Andrew used his full strength, perhaps one move would shatter the saber in his hand.

nBut it was better to have a weapon than nothing.

nAndrew could only make do for now.

nHe made up his mind to forge a magic weapon of his own as soon as possible.

nAndrew made a phone call to Clayton.

nThis guy had a lot of things to do every day. As a top-tier warrior, he only had one or two hours for rest a day. He should not be sleeping at this time.

nSure enough, Clayton picked up the phone very quickly.

nAndrew asked where the people of the six Holy Lands live. He wanted to inquire about the Heavenly God Sect.

nSoon he got the address.

nPark Avenue Hotel.

nWells’ room number was 2104.

nAndrew planned to talk to him first.

nThe Dupont family had a very long history, longer than the United States.

nThis guy might know something about the Heavenly God Sect.

nMost importantly, Wells had a bad temper.

nMaybe there would be some extra gains from this trip.

nFor example, 100,000 strengthening points or something.

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nAt the Park Avenue Hotel.

nThis was an extremely luxurious top-class hotel. It was certainly different from where ordinary students stayed in.

nThe Dupont family had terrifying wealth. These expenses were nothing to them.

nWells sat by the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

nHe sighed, looking at the distant night sky.

nIt was already four or five in the morning, but he wasn’t sleepy at all.

nThe news during the day had truly shocked him.

n“Andrew has actually grown to such a level.

n“He’s only eighteen years old, and he’s already able to kill an Emperor-level beast. What kind of terrifying talent is this?

n“The young warriors nowadays can already grow to such a level?”

nWells shook his head.

n“Looks like it’s time to persuade those stubborn old fogies of the family to integrate into the outside world.”

nHe turned on his phone and television. All the news and media reports were all about Andrew.

nIn the Dupont family, Wells was originally a member of the conservative faction.

nHe had always looked down on these external warriors. He felt that they were nothing compared to a Holy Land with a deep foundation.

nHowever, Andrew’s appearance shocked his worldview.

nNow, his thoughts had changed.

nWhether it was Clayton or Andrew, their strength had reached a level that he could not reach.

nIf at this time, he still could not understand how high the talent of the warriors in the outside world was, then it meant that he was a fool.

nFor Wells to be able to cultivate to such a state, it meant that he was not a fool. It was just that he was too arrogant, and his vision was not wide enough.

nHe took a sip of red wine and estimated the time.

nAfter the martial arts conference ended, he would probably have to go home.

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