The Arrival of Hong and Thunder God

"Student Chen Daolin, you are currently at the Elite Training Camp, which is very close to the city center. We can have the items you requested delivered within an hour. Please be ready to receive them," the deep voice concluded.

It was past three in the morning. At the main entrance of the Elite Training Camp, Chen Daolin stood chatting casually with the military commander in charge of camp security while waiting for the Extreme Martial Arts Hall to deliver his items.

Having gone through this once before, he was much less anxious this time.

Suddenly—

A streak of deep blue light tore through the sky before coming to a halt above the main gate. It was a triangular, deep blue fighter jet. The soldiers at the gate looked up, watching the aircraft with curiosity; since the camp's defense system hadn't triggered an alarm, they knew it was an aircraft belonging to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Currently, only the Extreme Martial Arts Hall made widespread use of these triangular fighter jets, while other factions primarily utilized disc-shaped saucer craft.

The Extreme Martial Arts Hall's aviation technology was ahead of all other factions in the world, arguably ranking first.

The triangular deep blue jet began to descend slowly. As it lowered, its size naturally became more apparent, and it became clearer to the naked eye.

"Which big shot from the Martial Arts Hall is coming here?" some soldiers whispered curiously.

Although this wasn't Chen Daolin's first time seeing such an aircraft, he still felt a sense of envy. Fighter jets were incredibly expensive; mass-produced military models cost over a billion, while those capable of operating independently in the Wilderness Area cost over ten billion. Even Gods of War rarely had the heart to purchase one.

The deep blue triangular jet landed slowly on a patch of grass at the main entrance. With a fuselage length of over twenty meters, only by viewing it up close could one appreciate the beauty of the craft. The curves, the luster... they were absolutely incomparable to those saucer-shaped jets.

A synthesized electronic voice rang out.

"Student Chen Daolin, please come over to receive your items."

A commotion broke out. Countless shocked and envious gazes at the camp entrance turned toward Chen Daolin.

Chen Daolin was also somewhat stunned.

Wait, calling me?

Chen Daolin suddenly realized.

Could this be the delivery for his rewards from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall?

Chen Daolin sighed inwardly; using a fighter jet for a delivery—the Extreme Martial Arts Hall was truly on another level.

Clatter! The cabin door opened. A voice sounded: "Student Chen Daolin, please enter the cabin."

Under the gaze of many, Chen Daolin walked toward the cabin door, feeling a mix of excitement, anticipation, and nervousness.

A blue light scanned over Chen Daolin, and simultaneously, an electronic voice spoke: "Student Chen Daolin, identity confirmed. Please enter."

The interior of the fighter jet was spacious and luxurious. There were four people inside, two of whom were wearing black combat uniforms. All four were staring at Chen Daolin. He could feel a slight pressure; judging by their presence, they were likely all Gods of War, and quite powerful ones at that.

Of the four in the cabin, two were East Asian, one was Black, and one was White. They had been speaking Chinese, but they fell silent the moment Chen Daolin entered.

Since the common language within the Hongning base city was Chinese, it wasn't surprising that most people at headquarters spoke it.

After entering, Chen Daolin looked into the cabin and saw a large silver briefcase, identical to the one he had received his previous rewards in.

Another blue light scanned the briefcase. "Reward items confirmed. No errors," the electronic voice announced. "Student Chen Daolin, please accept your rewards."

One of the Chinese women in a black combat uniform picked up the briefcase and handed it directly to Chen Daolin. They had been discussing something earlier, but they all remained silent as soon as Chen Daolin entered; the Extreme Martial Arts Hall's management and oversight in this regard were very strict. Relying on powerful intelligent systems, almost no one dared to openly violate the rules of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Daolin smiled as he took the briefcase, turned, and left the cabin. The door closed, and the deep blue triangular jet hovered, flew away from the training camp, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"A massive reward in hand." Chen Daolin patted the silver briefcase, feeling excellent.

Returning to his residence in the Jiangnan Pavilion, Chen Daolin entered his underground secret room once more. He used his fingerprint to open the briefcase, revealing the various items inside. They were divided into two layers: the first layer contained a wooden box, a white plastic box, and a partition, holding the Dragon Blood, the Black God Set, and three full sets of secret manuals. The second layer contained the selected SS-grade combat uniform and weapons. As per Chen Daolin's request, the combat uniform, boots, and gloves were grey.

"SS-grade combat uniform. Is this the gear used by those who have surpassed the God of War level?" Chen Daolin curiously took it out to examine it for a while. He pulled on it with force, but even with his current physical strength of over a hundred thousand kilograms, the suit remained completely unmoved.

"Impressive." Chen Daolin praised. With this, his defense in the Wilderness Area would be much more secure from now on.

As for the SS-grade weapons, there was nothing to say; they were weapons capable of fighting King Level Monsters and piercing through their physical defenses.

Whether it was the SS-grade weapons or the combat uniform, they were incredibly expensive, and even high-level Gods of War usually couldn't afford them.

Of the three sets of secret manuals, Chen Daolin had previously chosen the full set of World Destroyer. Now, he had selected Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, Fanhe Sword, and Dragon Elephant Staff. Aside from Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, which was to be passed on to Ji Xuan, Fanhe Sword was for Zhao Ruo, and Dragon Elephant Staff was for Shi Jiang... he had no choice; these were the three people he was closest to in the training camp, and his relationships with others hadn't reached that level yet.

Greed leads to poor digestion; World Destroyer was already one of the strongest supreme skills on Earth, and Chen Daolin didn't even know when he would reach the sixth level. He didn't intend to practice these other manuals, only to secretly keep backup copies for reference and verification. As long as he didn't practice them and wasn't caught, the Extreme Martial Arts Hall wouldn't punish him.

"Dragon Blood..." Chen Daolin looked at the golden liquid in the test tube and pondered. At this point, the effects of Dragon Blood were greatly diminished for him; it would be a waste to use it like this. Perhaps he should let Ji Xuan try it, though he wasn't sure if she would accept.

Last time he gave her the Crystal Vine Fruit, Ji Xuan didn't say anything because their relationship didn't require such formalities, and the fruit was indeed very useful for a Spirit Reader. But if he gave her Dragon Blood now, would it make her feel like she was being 'given charity'? Even with the closest of friends, unless they were parents, siblings, or a spouse, there was a limit to how much one could give away such precious items.

Dragon Blood was indeed extremely valuable; it was worth 160 billion on the outside market, and even the internal price at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall was 80 billion!

"I'll ask Ji Xuan first; if she refuses, then so be it." Chen Daolin stopped overthinking and turned his attention to the last white plastic box. This should be the Black God Set, but looking at the size of the box, how could the set fit inside? A hint of confusion crossed Chen Daolin's eyes.

Chen Daolin opened the white plastic box to find a thick black glove and a manual.

After reading the instructions, he realized this was the Black God Set. The Black God Set could change according to one's will, taking any shape—clothes, hats, pants, rings, necklaces, earrings, weapons, shields, and so on.

The method of use was very simple: a Black God Set that hadn't been claimed would automatically permeate the skin and absorb blood once worn. After absorbing some blood, the Black God Set would undergo a mutation, making the entire set perfectly compatible with the wearer's body, feeling just like a second skin, and completely responsive to the wearer's will.

Soon, after about 15 minutes, Chen Daolin successfully bound the Black God Set. In his senses, he felt an extra part—the Black God Set on his body. It felt like his own skin, a part of him. He could feel the flow of the wind, the temperature, and the humidity.

"Truly magical." Chen Daolin felt like he had found a treasure. With a thought, a black flow of light quickly spread, covering his entire body. Looking into the mirror in the secret room, he saw a person covered in black skin; apart from his eyes and nose, everything else was hidden.

Chen Daolin shifted his thoughts again, and a black tuxedo appeared on him, then it changed into a black helmet, a black longsword, a black shield, black combat boots, a black cape... finally, it turned into black casual clothes. However, Chen Daolin wouldn't actually go out wearing only the Black God Set; that would feel no different from being naked.

Chen Daolin picked up his SS-grade spear and poked the surface of the black film with the tip of the spear. It felt like pressing against the toughest cowhide; the tip couldn't penetrate at all, and not even a scratch was left behind.

Chen Daolin nodded in satisfaction.

No wonder everyone wants to get their hands on a Black God Set; it is truly convenient and versatile. With it, a God of War's survivability is greatly enhanced, making it nearly impossible to be killed by a God of War of the same rank.

Hongning Base City, the global headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, is a massive, ten-thousand-meter-long, spaceship-like structure standing about a hundred meters tall. This giant spaceship building features a massive hatch several dozen meters wide, allowing people to enter. At this moment, the exterior of the structure is heavily guarded by a large number of troops, appearing extremely stern and imposing.

In front of a sealed black door on the top floor of the spaceship building, two people stood.

One was a woman with long black hair, skin as white as jade, wearing a black robe and a golden mask, known as Yao Rao. The other was a man in a black robe, exuding a cold aura and also wearing a golden mask, known as Iceberg.

Whoosh.

The sealed black door suddenly opened, and the two people outside bowed their heads slightly in unison.

"Master."

A man walked out, standing about 1.9 meters tall, dressed in black trousers and a black jacket, with a sharp, crew-cut hairstyle. At first glance, he looked like a spear poised to pierce the heavens. Judging by his face, he didn't have a single wrinkle, appearing to be in his twenties.

Beside him was a bald man in a white robe, wearing a gentle smile as warm as sunshine.

"We spent half a month in seclusion researching this time, and we finally have something to show for it," the black-haired youth nodded slightly.

The bald man sighed softly, "Although we made some progress, it's a pity I still haven't comprehended a domain."

The black-haired youth glanced at him, "In my opinion, you should go fight those two beast emperors in the ocean. Whether you succeed or fail, the chances of comprehending a domain will be much higher. Without a life-or-death battle, pushing for a breakthrough at your limits, your progress will be far, far too slow."

He turned his head, "Yao Rao, Iceberg, you were waiting here for me—is there something the matter?"

The black-robed, golden-masked woman, Yao Rao, said respectfully, "Master, we have a matter regarding the Elite Training Camp that we need to report to you..."

A moment later, a red triangular fighter jet flew out from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall's global headquarters, speeding rapidly in the direction of the Elite Training Camp.

"Thunder God, I'm going to the Elite Training Camp, why are you tagging along?" The black-haired youth looked at the grinning bald man beside him with some helplessness.

Thunder God, still in his white robe, chuckled, "Brother Hong, I'm just curious about that little guy named Chen Daolin. He comes from an ordinary background, relied on no one, and after only half a year in the training camp, he's already reached a combat power amplitude of 16 at just nineteen years old. If you don't want such a genius, Brother Hong, you can let him come to me."

Hong said calmly, "Let's see first." Hong didn't just take anyone as a disciple. As the world's number one person and the strongest martial artist, his standards were incredibly high; how could he be impressed by just anyone? Hong had seen countless geniuses, yet those he chose to take as disciples were few and far between.