Li Jiahao froze at those words.
He lay on the ground, looking up at Yue Xiaofei, then at the credential gleaming with a strange metallic sheen.
The Ninth Bureau?
A Swordbearer?
Gulp!
Li Jiahao swallowed, climbed to his feet, and straightened his filthy collar.
"So... the country has finally noticed my peerless brilliance."
"I knew it. Gold shines wherever it goes."
"I hid in this mundane mire for nineteen whole years, but you found me in the end."
Standing beside him, Yue Xiaofei's eye twitched.
He had met arrogant enemies and heroes unafraid of death, but never anyone who needed so little encouragement to start showing off.
"The people who just tried to kill you were operatives from the Ancient Gods Church in the West!"
Yue Xiaofei's cool voice cut off his monologue.
"They've already reached into our country. People like you, with awakened powers you haven't fully mastered, are the first targets on their list."
"That move of yours was powerful, sure. But once the rain stops, you couldn't even beat an ordinary thug with a knife."
"Next time, the Ancient Gods Church won't send operatives who only know how to take potshots. They'll send real monsters that can tear tanks apart!"
"When that happens, do you think you'll have time to pick up a branch?"
At the word "monsters," Li Jiahao's eyelid twitched.
He knew his weakness better than anyone.
Whenever it rained, or whenever he was somewhere with plenty of water, he felt invincible.
Everything between heaven and earth could become a deadly sword arc at his whim.
But as soon as the sun came out and the ground dried, he was just a high school student who couldn't hurt a fly. Climbing six flights of stairs left him gasping for breath.
When those three operatives