Who's Your Dad?

Lin Hao instantly felt his body sink as if he would have to bend over. But he had his pride—how could he bow to some unreasonable old geezer? In an instant, black lightning coiled around Lin Hao, forcibly withstanding the pressure. His eyes locked tightly onto Gu Xuanying.

Gu Xuanying was startled. Though he hadn't used his full strength, how could a Bronze-rank Ability User withstand his Diamond-rank pressure? He had intended to use the damaged weapon as an excuse to suppress Lin Hao, but Lin Hao turned out stronger than he expected.

Off the competition stage, Jiang Weiwei and the others rushed toward it. Even though she was only Gold rank, she couldn't just watch Lin Hao get bullied.

"Haha, Old Gu, you're regressing with age." At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped onto the stage.

He was tall and broad, with a resolute face. He walked over to Lin Hao and smiled. "Kid, I like your style." Then, another Diamond-rank aura burst forth, forcibly pushing back Gu Xuanying's pressure. The newcomer was none other than Han Bantian, Principal of Longcheng Martial University.

"Old Han, you want to stick your nose in this too?" Gu Xuanying's face darkened like water.

"Hey, Old Gu, don't get so worked up. It's just a weapon—what's the big deal?" Another middle-aged man appeared on the stage, his expression gentle as he glanced at Lin Hao. Then, another Diamond-rank aura pressed down on Gu Xuanying. This was Xing Tianhe, Principal of Jiangnan Martial University.

By now, Jiang Weiwei had already run onto the stage, shielding Lin Hao like a mother hen protecting her chick.

"Uh?" Lin Hao was a bit confused. Who were they? Seeing his bewilderment, Jiang Weiwei explained, "They're the principals of Longcheng Martial University and Jiangnan Martial University. The principal of Longcheng Martial University is Han Bantian, a Diamond-rank expert with the title Po Jun. The principal of Jiangnan Martial University is Xing Tianhe, a Diamond-rank expert with the title Xing He."

Just then, a middle-aged beauty came to Jiang Weiwei's side. She looked about thirty-something, with a full figure and a mature charm. "Weiwei, your Shancheng Martial University has really produced a monster this time." She then turned to Lin Hao with a smile.

"Aunt Ning, long time no see." Jiang Weiwei quickly bowed. Then she introduced her to Lin Hao: "This is Ning Feixue, Principal of Qingzhou Martial University, a Diamond-rank expert with the title Ice Snow Empress."

Lin Hao was stunned. "What's going on? Why are all these top martial university principals showing up one after another?" He quickly greeted her, "Hello, Sister Ning!" Not hugging a powerful thigh would be stupid—especially one so fair and long.

Ning Feixue was taken aback, and so were Jiang Weiwei and the other principals. Then a spring-like smile bloomed on Ning Feixue's face. "Oh, Brother Lin Hao, what a sweet tongue. Sister Ning likes it. I'll accept this 'sister.' If you ever need anything, Brother Lin Hao, just come find your sister."

The other principals' faces darkened. Damn it, Ning Feixue had beaten them to it. They had all seen Lin Hao's potential and wanted to show their faces and earn some goodwill. But Ning Feixue got there first.

Just then, a tall, imposing middle-aged man appeared on the stage. He exuded authority without even trying, the aura of a superior. "Old Gu, have you been living too comfortably these past few years? The older you get, the more shameless you become, laying hands on a junior."

Seeing him, everyone quickly withdrew their auras and bowed. "Greetings, God of War."

The middle-aged man nodded. "Old Gu, I don't think you're fit to be Principal of Modu Martial University anymore. Your temperament is too extreme. Go back and temper it properly. When you've figured things out, come apply to me to resume your post."

Gu Xuanying broke out in a cold sweat. "Yes, Lord God of War."

Seeing no objection from Gu Xuanying, Fang Wei nodded. "I'll send a new principal for Modu Martial University as soon as possible."

Lin Hao was dumbfounded. Now there was a God of War too? He turned to Jiang Weiwei. "Who's higher-ranked, him or Uncle Jiang?"

Jiang Weiwei rolled her eyes at Lin Hao. "Our entire Xia Kingdom is divided into four military regions: East, South, West, and North. The supreme leader of each region is a God of War, meaning we have four Gods of War. My dad is one of them. This man is on the same level as my dad—Fang Wei, God of War of the Eastern Military Region, with the title Killing God."

"Oh?" Lin Hao had just heard that all the principals had titles, and the Gods of War did too. "Do you pick your own title?" he asked. He wouldn't mind coming up with one for himself—it sounded pretty cool.

Jiang Weiwei rolled her eyes again. "Titles are only for Diamond-rank and above. Every title is recorded by the Martial Artist Alliance and the military."

"Uh?" Lin Hao was confused again. What was the Martial Artist Alliance? He'd never heard of it. So you had to be Diamond rank to get a title. Guess he'd have to work harder. He'd better think of a cool title before reaching Diamond rank.

Just then, Fang Wei's gaze fell on Lin Hao. He walked over, his tiger eyes wide. "You're Lin Hao?"

"Uh?" Looking at Fang Wei's furious face, Lin Hao's brain short-circuited for a moment. Lord Fang, I haven't offended you, have I? Why are you glaring at me? Fine, glare all you want—I'll glare back. With so many people watching, what can you do to me?

"Yes, I'm Lin Hao." Lin Hao straightened his back, meeting Fang Wei's gaze without fear.

Offstage, Fang Yao was panicking. What was her dad trying to do? Seeing her anxious look, Lin Yueyue was puzzled. "Yaoyao, what's wrong? Can he really do something to Lin Hao?" Fang Yao couldn't hide it anymore. If she didn't show up, her dad might just swallow Lin Hao whole.

"That... that, Aunt, the man on stage is my dad." Fang Yao's voice grew quieter, until it was barely a whisper.

"What did you say? Who's your dad? Who is he?" Lin Yueyue was stunned. "Holy crap, my nephew's amazing—he's dating a God of War's daughter. I've got to go tell Mom. Heh, she can strut around from now on."

Fang Yao had no time to explain. She grabbed Lin Xiaorou and dragged Lin Yueyue toward the stage.

Because the voices on stage were low, the audience had no idea what was happening. They just saw a group of people chatting on stage. Probably about the competition—no one paid much attention, all waiting for the next match to start.

On the martial stage, seeing Lin Hao still calm and composed before him, Fang Wei was slightly impressed. To stay unruffled in front of a God of War—this kid had good nerve. Meanwhile, Jiang Tianhai couldn't sit still. Based on his years of combat experience, he had a very bad feeling. Was Old Fang trying to steal his thunder? No way. Absolutely not. With a flicker, he vanished from his spot.