Your Son Has Been Snatched Away by a She-Demon! (Please Keep Reading!)

The moment he said this, Jolin and Katlan looked stunned.

Both of them suspected they had misheard.

Where did his confidence come from?

How could a War Marshal Level martial artist and a War God Level Psychic Master dare say something like that in the Virtual Space?

Then, realization dawned on them. This was Jiang Zhe's first time entering the Virtual Space, so he probably did not understand the rules here yet.

Jolin asked in a strange tone, "Are you sure you want to fight in the Virtual Space?"

"You may not know this yet, but our Physical Quality is the same in the Virtual Space—normal punching strength of ten tons, a speed of 150 meters per second, and Neural Reaction Speed at the superior Junior Battle General level."

"Most importantly, there is no Psychic Power in the Virtual Space. Your prized Psychic Master cultivation cannot be displayed at all."

Katlan nodded as well. "In reality, your Psychic Master methods may indeed be formidable enough to defeat us. But when it comes to a martial artist's strength, you are still far from catching up to us."

He even used himself as an example. "I am both a Junior War God Level Psychic Master and a Junior War God Level martial artist. I also possess 3 Times Force Amplification and a Perfect Level Movement Technique. With equal Physical Quality, there is probably nothing you can surpass me in."

Jiang Zhe found it amusing as he listened.

The two of them were actually rather friendly. They had not exploited an information gap to make him lose face badly.

Of course, it was more likely because two councilors stood behind him, and they knew someone with that kind of background could not be humiliated.

He pondered inwardly—Grandpa's intention before leaving was probably for me to make a name for myself and prove that I truly have the strength to enter the War God Palace.

As one of the Great Families, they cared greatly about their reputation and were displeased by the rumors outside.

So he had gone to great pains to find two foils at the HR Alliance?

Having imagined Grandpa's painstaking intentions, Jiang Zhe decided to follow his arrangements despite having no interest in sparring.

With that in mind, Jiang Zhe smiled. "Have you considered the possibility that my attainments as a martial artist are also far from ordinary?"

Katlan shook his head with a soft laugh, unconcerned.

He felt that Jiang Zhe was still just a sixteen-year-old kid, though his mouth was certainly stubborn.

Jolin, however, noticed that Jiang Zhe did not look like he was putting on a brave front.

But was it arrogance or confidence? That remained to be seen.

She asked in confusion, "I do not understand. You seem very confident?"

"The arena is right outside. Try me, and you will understand."

"Seriously? I would actually rather see your Psychic Master methods." Jolin was quick-witted, leaving Jiang Zhe an opening in her words.

Jiang Zhe suddenly recalled a line from some movie and chuckled. "When you see my martial arts, you will revere me as a god!"

"Haha~ I like that confident, high-spirited look of yours. You are not as reserved as the other Eastern men in the Training Camp... What do you call it, hiding? Hiding pigs?"

Wild as a female panther, Jolin wrapped an arm around Jiang Zhe's neck and dragged him toward the plaza outside. Tilting her head, she breathed into his ear and teased softly, "Come on, let's have a little practice. We'll see whether you become my little boy or my god."

The two of them walked off as a "pair," and Katlan followed quickly with a dark expression.

At his youthful age of twenty-something, it was absolutely impossible for him to have no thoughts about Jolin at all.

The movements of the three newly advanced War Gods naturally drew the attention of the other War Gods in the hall.

In the small circle around the Jiang brothers, a familiar War God joked, "Brother Xiong, your precious son has been snatched away by a she-demon. Aren't you going to hurry up and save him?"

Someone else joined in. "Brother Xiong, young people are ignorant. If he gets utterly beaten by a she-demon his first time, it will really hurt his self-esteem."

"Exactly. Speaking of self-esteem... I slaughtered a Lord-Tier Sika Deer a few days ago. Anyone want fresh deer blood?"

"What trash is deer blood? We War Gods need... Cough, cough, Brother Deng, can you lend me a Golden Lance for a chat?"

"Count me in. I still have forty jin of mellow tech from before the Great Nirvana!"

"How did we get off track? We're talking business!" A War God of relatively high status forcibly steered the conversation back. "Brother Jiang, are you really letting your precious son go get beaten up? Even if you want to temper him, you should not let those reckless white people do it."

"General Zhou, just put your mind at ease. A little scuffle between youngsters is a piece of cake for my son, Jiang Zhe."

Jiang Chengxiong swirled the red wine in his goblet, looking somewhat wistful.

"You may not believe this, but with equal Physical Quality, I would not even have the ability to resist in front of my son."

The War Gods were stunned. Some secretly frowned in displeasure, while others shook their heads and laughed.

What father praised his son like that?

"You don't believe me?" Jiang Chengxiong drained the wine in his glass. "Come on, let's go out and take a look together."

The circle around the Jiang brothers began to move.

The other War Gods found it interesting as well and followed one after another.

War God Palace Plaza.

Before one of the arenas.

Only then did Jolin release the jade-like arm around Jiang Zhe's neck and pat his shoulder.

"You were the one who suggested it... Then defeat Katlan first. Otherwise, you cannot become my god. You can only be my little boy."

As she spoke, she raised a hand to pinch Jiang Zhe's handsome face, but he dodged.

Jiang Zhe looked at Katlan. "How shall we spar?"

Katlan did not take it too seriously. "Let's just use our fists and feet. In Hanxia terms, it is called 'stop at the point of contact.'"

Jiang Zhe rubbed his chin.

This setup felt a little like... competing in strength against a strongman from Yingland—scratch that, Gaul—and reenacting a classic from over two hundred years ago?

The War Gods stopped at the entrance to watch and did not approach the arena to disturb the three of them.

On the outer wall corridor of the War God Palace, more than a dozen councilors in golden robes overlooked the plaza below, also watching this little bit of entertainment.

Their cluster of golden robes vaguely surrounded two figures in black and white, making them especially conspicuous.

One wore black clothes and black trousers. He stood straight as a spear, looking to be in his twenties, yet the aura around him was not something a young man could possess.

The First Chairman, Hong!

The other wore white robes. Bald-headed and pure-eyed, he resembled a Buddha smiling while holding a flower.

The Second Chairman, Thunder God!

In the plaza, the two had already leapt onto the arena.

Rejecting the prompt to select equipment, the spar officially began once the countdown in their ears ended.

Jiang Zhe stood still with his hands behind his back.

Katlan immediately felt slighted. Anger flared in his eyes, and he moved in fury, striking first.

At a speed of 150 meters per second, on an arena with limited space, Katlan arrived before Jiang Zhe almost instantly.

A heavy punch infused with 3 Times Force Amplification smashed forward.

He could practically see Jiang Zhe being punched offline by him.

Ten tons times three—thirty tons of punching strength!

That was fully at the upper standard of a Mid-Level Battle General under normal conditions. What could your Junior Battle General Physical Quality use to block it?

You could not block it!

Just as Katlan was brimming with confidence, Jiang Zhe suddenly moved.

He merely raised a hand, yet Katlan's expression changed drastically.

To Katlan, Jiang Zhe's speed was unbelievably fast, as if... someone had turned a video to double speed or triple speed.

It really was only a feeling.

Jiang Zhe's "speed" had not yet reached the level of Time Acceleration.

He had merely grasped that special essence. He was still unimaginably far from even stepping across the threshold of the Time Law.

Jiang Zhe raised his arm in the stance of Chicken-Shaking Plume to block. The outside of his left arm collided with the inside of Katlan's right arm, transmitting an immense force through it.

With a sharp crack!

Katlan's right arm bent outward, its inner flesh torn apart to reveal jagged bone.

Astonishment appeared on the faces of the War Gods.

One hand had been crippled in the very first exchange?

It was not over. Jiang Zhe's right hand was even faster, shooting toward Katlan's neck like a venomous snake leaving its hole.

Katlan tried to grab Jiang Zhe's incoming hand, but Jiang Zhe knocked it aside with his forearm, causing even his intact arm to droop limply.

Humiliation and fury filled Katlan's eyes. He lowered his head and curled his body, unleashing all his strength through his feet and waist as he hurled himself like a cannonball into Jiang Zhe's chest.

This was no less savage than the brutal charge of a War Marshal Level monster!

But he had still underestimated Jiang Zhe's strength.

Jiang Zhe's right hand precisely clamped around Katlan's neck, pinning him firmly in place and denying him the achievement of "throwing himself into Jiang Zhe's embrace."

"Kill me!" Katlan growled.

Jiang Zhe nodded and exerted force with his right hand, snapping Katlan's neck.

The corpse faded into a spectral glow, dimmed, and vanished.

He had gone offline.

Jiang Zhe was just about to rub his chin when he recalled the killing move from earlier. His hand paused, then withdrew. He did not touch himself carelessly.

Among the War Gods present were teachers from the Elite Training Camp, who were extremely familiar with Katlan's strength. They could therefore compare it to Jiang Zhe's, and discussion broke out.

On the outer wall corridor, the atmosphere among the councilors was somewhat quiet.

They were all knowledgeable people and gradually recognized what had been unusual about that battle.

Thunder God's eyes were slightly unfocused. He softly smacked his lips, savoring the battle just now.

Such a high force amplification multiplier. It seemed to be on par with mine?

An illusion!

It had to be an illusion, right?

Thunder God rubbed his shiny bald head and turned toward his old partner. "Brother Hong, you have the exact data there, right?"