"Out of seclusion?"
In the guard station study, Banner Commander Pang Tai reviewed official documents as he smiled at Wang Chen. "I imagine your gains were considerable?"
Pang Tai had grown ever more appreciative of Wang Chen, this young squad leader. Cherishing his talent, he had allowed Wang Chen to cultivate in seclusion and lie low at the guard station for over three months, sparing him from harm at the hands of the Hidden Dragon Society.
Wang Chen answered respectfully, "Thanks to your auspicious words, sir, this subordinate was fortunate enough to successfully break through!"
"Oh?"
Pang Tai's gaze flickered. He immediately set down his brush and asked, "Then your current rank is?"
Without hesitation, Wang Chen simultaneously activated the four baleful wheels—Corpse Hound, Prostrate Arrow Wheel, Sparrow Yin Wheel, and Swallowing Thief Wheel. A chilling, murderous aura suddenly burst forth from his body.
"Hmm?"
Pang Tai's eyes abruptly sharpened, and he instinctively clenched his fists.
This was the instinctive reaction of a Martial General!
But Wang Chen withdrew his aura as soon as he released it, and the pressure bearing down on Pang Tai vanished in an instant.
The corner of Pang Tai's eye twitched involuntarily. "Martial General rank!"
Martial Artists were easy enough to distinguish from ordinary people, but once one entered the Martial Master rank, their life-force was deeply concealed. Unless they chose to reveal it themselves, their true cultivation was difficult to discern.
Pang Tai had previously known that Wang Chen was a Third Tier Martial Master.
A Martial Master at sixteen was enough to earn the title of "genius," and it was also one of the important reasons Wang Chen had been promoted beyond convention.
Yet Pang Tai had never imagined that in merely a few months, Wang Chen would rise to become a Fourth