A Generous Contract!

In the main urban district of Kyoto City, on the campus of Kyoto University.

On the grass beside a tree-lined path, a burly warrior clutched his crippled arm, groaning, while another equally burly warrior shielded a wealthy young man behind him.

When Yang Zheng had crippled the burly warrior, he had already gestured for the female student they were harassing to leave.

Crack!

Looking at Wang Xing'an, who was hiding behind the burly warrior, Yang Zheng willed a paving stone on the ground to split into five pieces. The five small fragments rapidly spun and rose into the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The five fragments left five afterimages as they shot through Wang Xing'an's hands, feet, and fifth limb before the burly warrior could react, carrying traces of blood into the grass.

"Aah!"

With all five limbs crippled, Wang Xing'an collapsed in unbearable agony. After a moment of stunned disbelief, the burly warrior charged at Yang Zheng like a madman. He knew he was no match for him, but he had no choice.

"Then I'll oblige you!"

Yang Zheng sent the burly warrior flying with a single kick, knocking him unconscious in the grass.

"If you're in heat, crawl back to your pigsty. This is civilized human society, not somewhere you can run wild!"

Walking slowly up to Wang Xing'an, Yang Zheng struck again, destroying his vocal cords. His screams instantly became whimpers.

Wang Xing'an struggled and whimpered, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yang Zheng.

Even now, Wang Xing'an could not believe that the man before him had actually dared to attack him-and had crippled him outright.

His only hope now was that the Special Action Team responsible for maintaining order in the main urban district would detect his condition through the Base City Monitoring System, rush over immediately, and report what had happened to the Wang Family.

"Hmm?"

Yang Zheng looked up at the distant sky and saw a deep blue streak of light sweeping rapidly through it.

The deep blue streak slowed rapidly and stopped high overhead. A sleek, saucer-shaped, deep blue fighter began to descend, landing on the lawn just a few dozen meters from Yang Zheng and the others.

The deep blue saucer-shaped fighter drew the attention of everyone in the distance.

"Remember that terrified look on your face."

Yang Zheng looked down at Wang Xing'an on the ground. "I'll give you your own words back: I don't like you either!"

With that, he turned and boarded the saucer-shaped fighter. It swiftly rose into the air and vanished over the horizon in a streak of light.

"Young master!"

The other burly warrior, still clutching his arm, finally forgot his own pain. He hurried over and gave Wang Xing'an an injection of painkillers, then notified his superiors while carrying his young master to a car and rushing him to the hospital.

"That guy was Wang Yanzhao's son. He's a scumbag too!" Yang Zheng explained to Zheng Cangli inside the saucer-shaped fighter.

"Well done!"

Zheng Cangli smiled, though it was unclear whether he meant Yang Zheng's assessment results or something else.

The reason Yang Zheng had not killed Wang Xing'an in public was that the Base City Monitoring System kept the university district under constant surveillance. If the Wang Family pursued the matter through legal channels, even a High-level War God would receive a death sentence.

This was China, after all. The authorities maintained social order, and even the Two Great Dojos cooperated closely with them.

After returning home and finishing his meal, Yang Zheng entered the Martial Arts Training Hall to practice his saber techniques. He had had his fun; it was time to train hard.

Meanwhile, in distant Hongning Base City, a purplish-red triangular fighter rapidly took to the air.

Boom!

At an incredible speed, the fighter instantly left a trail of turbulent air in its wake.

A handsome man sat inside the cabin. He appeared to be only in his thirties, and was none other than Inspector Liu, one of the Limit Martial Hall's five Inspectors.

Even in combat gear, Inspector Liu had an air of effortless grace. His eyes, however, were tranquil, deep, and vast as the sea.

"To think our Huaxia Country has produced another phenomenal genius!" A relaxed smile touched Inspector Liu's lips.

Apart from Hong, the strongest man in the world, the Limit Martial Hall had eight other Planetary Level experts.

Hong's Three Great Guards were not part of the dojo's organizational structure, so its affairs were publicly managed by the five Inspectors.

Since the five Inspectors came from different regions and differed in skin color, culture, and education, conflicts often arose over the allocation of their respective interests.

However, with Hong's transcendent presence looming over them, all friction and disputes remained within the rules.

"The dojo master really is generous!"

Inspector Liu looked at the combination-lock case on the seat beside him. Recalling the contract inside, he could not help marveling.

Clearly, after the "fall" of Luo Feng, that genius Invincible War God, the dojo master Hong valued geniuses of this caliber even more. He was eager for them to grow stronger as quickly as possible.

Early the next morning.

On the twenty-seventh floor of the Limit Hall headquarters building, Yang Zheng's father brought him to a conference room first thing that morning.

Two people were already seated inside. One was Uncle Zheng, Zheng Cangli, and the other had flowing long hair and a faint smile that never seemed to leave his face.

"Greetings, Inspector Liu!"

Wang Jiu stepped forward and bowed. Yang Zheng also greeted him respectfully. He had not expected someone from headquarters to arrive so quickly, much less an Inspector.

"Yang Zheng, you're very impressive!"

Inspector Liu smiled faintly. His presence felt like a gentle breeze, bringing a sense of peace.

"I've already learned about your situation. This is the contract the dojo master drew up. Take a look first, and ask me if there's anything you don't understand."

"The dojo master!"

Wang Jiu and Zheng Cangli, who had been silent at the side, exchanged glances, each recognizing the other's shock. Neither had expected a single test to draw the dojo master's attention.

Yang Zheng was a transmigrator, so he could view Hong and Thunder God as equals. Zheng Cangli and Wang Jiu were different. Hong had profoundly influenced them; it would be no exaggeration to call them his admirers.

The contract...

Only then did Yang Zheng take a close look at the table. A small silver-white combination-lock case and a contract had been neatly placed on it.

The first two pages of the contract were entirely formal, with all the usual rights and benefits. When Yang Zheng turned to the third page, however, its contents were somewhat beyond his expectations.

[Clause one: achieve a force amplitude of 4 times within three years. Reward: any three complete sets of technique manuals, an S-Class Weapon, and a complete set of S-Class Battle Suit.]

[Clause two: achieve a force amplitude of 5 times and reach the artistic conception level in movement techniques within three years. Reward: one drop of the plant spirit Verdant Grass Dew.

[Clause three: achieve a force amplitude of 6 times within three years. Reward: one King-Level Intelligent Fighter and the manual "Fundamentals of Psychokinesis."]

[Clause four: reach Trial Tower level 5 within three years. Reward: one Black God Set (no repayment required).]

[Clause five: reach Trial Tower level 6 within three years. Reward: one Ancient Civilization Gravity Chamber.]