After dinner, Jiang Chen received a call from Zhao Erhu.
"Lao Jiang, the Martial Sect Successor is here!"
"She looks pretty impatient. Get ready. We'll probably have to leave tomorrow."
"Someone's actually in a hurry to deal with a Paranormal Incident?" Jiang Chen froze. Usually, before Unusual Persons went to deal with Paranormal Incidents, they wore miserable expressions, as though they were about to jump into a fire pit.
"Don't treat that killing machine like a normal person!" Zhao Erhu warned in a strange tone. "To tell you the truth, I haven't been at school these past two days because I was in seclusion, trying to break through."
"Just after midnight last night, I stepped into C-Class."
"But even with my current C-Minus Rank strength, one glance from her just now still made my heart pound with fear!"
"That woman is terrifying. I'd rather face a Vengeful Ghost than be her opponent."
"Really?" Jiang Chen couldn't help thinking back.
But he realized that earlier, all his attention had been fixed on the old man in the vehicle, who had put him under considerable pressure.
He really hadn't noticed the young girl at the time.
"Lao Jiang, whatever you do, don't go looking for death." Zhao Erhu wasn't normally very talkative, but now he could hear that Jiang Chen didn't seem to have much reverence for the Martial Sect Successor.
So he hurriedly explained, "You should know that all Martial Sect disciples practice the most orthodox ultimate techniques of ancient martial arts. In terms of killing power, they're second only to the Netherworld Messenger System."
"And this generation's Martial Sect successor, Jiang Hongyu, primarily practices an ancient fist art that focuses solely on offense, with no defense, and has unrivaled killing power."
"The Seven Injury Fist!"
"It's an ultimate technique that