Hong and the Thunder God! Zhou Ze's Conditions!

Hong and Thunder God watched Janet's past and present combat footage one by one. Without even analyzing it, they could see the vast gap between before and now.

"Damn, this kid's force emission was only at the second level before, her blade technique was just at the perfection stage, and her footwork was only at the subtle level..."

"Now she's straight to the third level of force emission, touching the artistic conception stage of blade technique, with footwork stable at the mastery level. That's insane."

Thunder God's eyes went wide as he exclaimed in shock, occasionally glancing at Hong beside him, sometimes rubbing his bald head, his expression far from restrained.

"Bro Hong, this is my Ninefold Thunderblade. Did you notice? Before, she was executing it completely separately. In this short time, she's not only broken through to the third level!"

"On top of that, she's integrated the guidance technique, blade technique, and footwork together. It's hard to believe this is the result of just half a month!!"

"Mm." Hong said gravely, "How exactly did he guide her?"

Hong was slightly puzzled, then shook his head and said:

"The world is vast, full of wonders. Just like this universe—we might be the top martial artists on Earth, but placed in the cosmos, we're no better than vagrants, barely scraping by to eat, less than ants..."

As the strongest martial artist on Earth, Hong had obtained quite a bit of information about the universe from various ruins during the Great Nirvana period.

Thunder God naturally knew some things from certain ruins as well. He laughed heartily and said:

"This is a good thing! If he really has that kind of ability, once his strength rises in the future, he might even be able to guide us."

"Maybe."

Hong smiled faintly and didn't say much more.

"Bro Hong, should we go see him together? I'm getting more and more curious about this guy. This isn't just improving physical fitness—it's too amazing..." Thunder God poked Hong's shoulder.

Hong thought it over briefly: "Alright, I'm a bit curious about what kind of person he is too."

"But before we go, let me call Luo Feng. Actually, forget it—Luo Feng and Zhou Ze both have their communication methods turned off right now. Let's just head over."

At that moment.

On the villa rooftop, Zhou Ze looked at the frowning Luo Feng and laughed: "Why the long face? In life, the most important thing is to be happy, you know."

"Teacher, you've really screwed me over..."

Luo Feng shot Zhou Ze a resentful look and poured out his grievances:

"Teacher, you don't know—after Senior Sister Janet returned to the training camp, she caused a huge uproar!"

Just now, Luo Feng's communication watch and phone hadn't stopped ringing, including calls from council members and national leaders from various countries who'd found his contact info through different channels.

"It's not that big a deal. Why make such a fuss? It's just a slight improvement in ranking..." Zhou Ze said casually.

"Teacher, I feel like you're showing off..." Luo Feng's face went stiff.

"No, I'm stating facts very seriously." Zhou Ze waved his hand: "By the way, aren't you heading to the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins at the end of this month?"

Luo Feng nodded seriously: "Yes, Teacher. I told you about it."

"I'm still considering it. Normally, the casualty rate going in is 72%. I'm a bit hesitant about whether it's worth it."

Luo Feng thought Zhou Ze was concerned about his safety.

"But I made an internal call, and they estimated my success probability at over eighty percent. Teacher, do you think I should go?"

"Back when I got this Black God Suit, the condition was that I'd eventually enter the ancient civilization ruins and obtain another Black God Suit for the Martial Arts Hall for free..."

Zhou Ze said lazily: "Stop asking me questions like this. You're an adult now, and an invincible war god. Make your own decisions. Don't keep acting like a kid who hasn't grown up."

Luo Feng's expression froze. Remembering Zhou Ze's past teachings, he nodded seriously: "Teacher, I understand."

Suddenly, Luo Feng sensed a disturbance in the distance. The next moment, the sky above blurred, and a blood-red smart fighter appeared there.

"The Hall Master's... Primordial-level Smart Fighter!" Luo Feng didn't know what to say, but it was within expectations.

Before, because he'd always been by his teacher's side, he hadn't felt it. But knowing that after receiving guidance, Janet's ranking had instantly jumped to 23rd, he realized just how lucky he'd been to follow his teacher since he was sixteen!

The blood-red smart fighter, the signature vehicle of Limit Martial Arts Hall Master Hong, descended on Bright Moon District, instantly causing a huge commotion in the neighborhood.

Fortunately, the guards had notified Wu Tong, the president of the Limit Hall here in advance, so no chaos broke out.

Hong and Thunder God flew out of the smart fighter's hatch and landed on Zhou Ze's rooftop. Even though Hong deliberately restrained his aura, Zhou Ze still felt a pressure on his will and consciousness.

Such strong willpower. As expected of Hong, and Thunder God too...

Zhou Ze quickly stood up and, along with Luo Feng, bowed respectfully: "Hall Master, Thunder God Speaker!"

Luo Feng hadn't expected the Hall Master to come, let alone Thunder God as well. And judging by their demeanor, their relationship seemed unusual.

He sized up Thunder God slightly, feeling an inexplicable sensation. After all, he'd been studying the Ninefold Thunderblade all this time, and now its creator stood right before him.

"Xiao Feng, go brew some tea and bring it to the reception room..."

After Zhou Ze instructed Luo Feng, he exchanged a few polite words with Hong and Thunder God without being obsequious or arrogant. The three then entered the reception room and sat down.

Luo Feng quickly brought over a teapot and three cups, poured tea for each, then left the space to the three of them.

"Zhou Ze, how did you do it? It's incredible." Thunder God, barely seated, eagerly asked the question on his mind:

"Over the years, Bro Hong and I haven't been stingy about guiding our disciples and students, but compared to you, we feel utterly ashamed."

Zhou Ze smiled faintly. "It's nothing special, really. Maybe it's just talent—understanding the essence of guidance techniques, blade arts, and movement skills, then identifying the core and specific issues in a student's body and mind, and explaining them in a way they can grasp."

"The key is still that the students themselves are willing to work hard."

Thunder God rubbed his chin. "Saying those few words is easy, but doing them? Old hard..."

"The first part—understanding the essence of guidance techniques, blade arts, and movement skills—is still manageable. The latter part is okay too. But that last bit, explaining things in a way they understand, that's the very essence of teaching!"

Hong sighed. "Great truths are simple. On this point, both Thunder God and I fall short of you."

"Haha, you've dispelled our doubts with just one sentence." Thunder God laughed heartily. "That's pure talent. Even if we wanted to learn it, it'd be damn hard."

Zhou Ze sighed inwardly. The existence of his cheat wasn't just about amplifying his ability to teach students' understanding. A big part of it was also the secondary consciousness window the cheat opened, giving him complete insight into his students' bodies and minds.

If he taught recklessly, the results would drop drastically.

"Zhou Ze, I'd like to invite you to teach at my training camp. Name your terms, whatever you want—how about it?" Thunder God said with a grin.

Upon hearing this, Hong simply stared at Thunder God coldly, as if to say, Try driving up the price again, just try it!

Zhou Ze replied calmly, "Thunder God Speaker, the Hall Master invited me before, and I turned him down. To each his own. I've always felt comfortable and free staying in this little place."

"But since things have come to this, even if I refuse you both, it won't be peaceful for me from now on. Still, I have a few requests..."