Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 168 Could it be the Second Master of the Wang Family?

"Who? I hope it really is that old geezer, the second master of the Wang family!"

"The Wang family only has two Martial Gods! If one of them dies, the pressure on Jiangcheng will be halved!"

Before Zhang Lizhuo came to Jiangcheng, he had already prepared for the worst.

The Wang family is powerful, with their seemingly invincible patriarch residing in the capital.

There are two Gods of War.

There are countless experts at the sixth and seventh levels.

Although Shanhe Prefecture has a Martial God.

But he wasn't sure if a mere early-stage Martial God could withstand the Wang family's retaliation.

He came to Jiangcheng to help Ye Feng come up with ideas.

Even as a shield.

The people in the meeting room looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Cao Keyuan picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said nothing.

Director Zhou and Old Zhang leaned back in their chairs with their arms crossed, without saying a word.

Dong Sheng and Boss Zhao exchanged a glance and lowered their heads.

Hong Gu nudged Ah Kun.

Ah Kun immediately shut his mouth.

At last.

Zhang Lizhuo couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Who? Could it really be the second master of the Wang family?"

Everyone in the conference room nodded in unison, their movements synchronized.

Zhang Lizhuo's eyelids twitched, and he gave a dry laugh.

"Stop joking, that's a God of War. Do you even know what a God of War means?"

"In the Great Xia Dynasty, the God of War is an invincible being. He is the darling of the Great Dao, the chosen one of the planes, and is protected by the blessings of the Great Dao."

"That thing is unbreakable unless you're invincible. You're saying Wang Bufan is dead? Or was he cleaved in two with a single strike? Are you kidding me?"

Everyone in the meeting room continued to nod, their movements still synchronized.

Zhang Lizhuo's smile froze.

He looked at everyone one by one.

Everyone's expression was the same.

Serious verification.

This doesn't sound like a joke!

I'm not kidding him!

Is this true?

Is Wang Bufan really dead?

Was it cleaved in two by Ye Feng's blade?

"Really?" Zhang Lizhuo's voice trembled slightly, incredulous.

Everyone nodded in unison.

Zhang Lizhuo felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

He always thought that Ye Feng had a mysterious martial god behind him.

That mysterious war god annihilated the advance team of the mechanical race.

That mysterious martial god is Ye Feng's biggest backer.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Lizhuo turned to look at Ye Feng, "Did you kill Wang Bufan? Not that mysterious martial god?"

Ye Feng took a sip of tea.

He used his teacup to hide the smile on his lips.

Zhang Lizhuo's mouth opened and closed again.

This was repeated several times.

He felt like a fool.

He analyzed so much and speculated so much.

In the end, it turned out they were all wrong.

Doesn't everyone say that Ye Feng has a martial arts god behind him?

It turns out that Ye Feng himself is his biggest backer.

That's a martial god!

He was slashed by Ye Feng with a single blow.

What am I afraid of?

Let alone the Wang family.

It means the gods have arrived!

I also believe that my little brother Ye Feng can cut him down with one strike.

Zhang Lizhuo suddenly stood up.

He shoved the chair backward abruptly.

Everyone in the conference room was startled by him.

Zhang Lizhuo straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and walked up to Ye Feng.

He leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.

"Inspector Zhang Lizhuo will serve Ye Feng to the death today."

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Lizhuo is a person.

They know.

Smooth, worldly-wise, able to say one thing to one person and another to another.

He could be respectful to Zhao Gongming because Zhao Gongming was the lord of the manor.

But he never uttered the words "to die for someone" to anyone.

In his eyes, no one was worth risking his life for.

Now he has spoken.

It was said to Ye Feng.

Cao Keyuan watched Zhang Lizhuo's actions.

A sense of pride welled up within him.

He stood up and walked up to Ye Feng.

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

Then he straightened up and punched his chest with his right fist.

boom! ! !

It made a dull thud.

"Cao Keyuan, serve Ye Feng to the death."

Director Zhou also took off his glasses.

He stood up and walked over to Ye Feng.

Then he placed his right fist on his chest and nodded slightly.

"Night Watchman, die for Ye Feng."

Old Zhang walked up to Ye Feng, his voice even louder than Cao Keyuan's.

"Old Zhang, follow Ye Feng to the death."

The Dong Sheng squad stood up.

Old Zhao's squad stood up.

Everyone faced Ye Feng, placed their right fists on their chests, and said in unison, "I can't breathe."

"I am willing to die for Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng sat in his chair, watching the people who had stood up.

It felt like something had hit him hard in the heart.

This river city is where he was born.

This place holds his childhood memories.

His parents' footprints are there.

There were every plant and tree that he was familiar with.

Ye Feng smiled.

"From now on, we'll all be brothers in arms."

"Take these things back. I hope that in ten days, you will all be seventh-level Martial Venerables."

Ye Feng pushed the Yi Fruit and pills on the table in front of everyone.

……

The secret chamber of the Jiangcheng City Lord's Mansion.

Ye Feng sat down on the futon.

He took out the silver-glowing spatial ring from his spatial ring.

He is under a lot of pressure.

Although he can kill a Martial God, he can only kill one Martial God.

Without the power of a charged attack.

His strongest attack, the sword-drawing technique, is only about five times the normal attack power.

"Seventy or eighty million HP attack power! That's nothing!"

"My current strength has reached a bottleneck!"

He opened the system panel and looked at the number five million.

Should we increase our Qi and Blood or our Spiritual Power?

By increasing his health and mana, his attack power can be greatly enhanced.

If he puts all five million kill points into his health, his health value can exceed twenty million.

With 20 million health points plus five times the draw sword technique, the attack power is 100 million.

"This is barely enough to reach the attack power of a mid-stage Martial God!"

If you add mental strength.

His mental attack power can be greatly enhanced.

Most importantly, it has the potential to break the seal on the Silver Glow Space Ring.

"A spatial ring that's almost invincible! It's at least not worse than Silver Moon's, right?"

"If we gave them a dozen or so Great Dao Fruits, wouldn't that be enough to cultivate four or five more Martial Gods?"

"Let's do it!"

Ye Feng thought for a while and finally chose to increase his mental strength.

"System, consume 4.5 million kill points and add them all to mental power."

[Ding! 4500000 kill points consumed, host's mental strength increased by 1500000 points!]

[Ding! Host's mental strength has reached 3000000 points!]

[Ding! Host's mental power cultivation has increased to the half-step seventh level!]

boom!!!

Ye Feng felt an immense surge of energy flooding his mind, like countless rivers rushing through his brain.

Three million mental strength.

This is an incredibly terrifying number.

It should be noted that an ordinary Martial God in the early stages of a mental energy master only has around one million mental energy.

He closed his eyes for a long time.

My own consciousness gradually adapted.

Then he opened his eyes.

He looked at the silver spatial ring in his palm.

Three million mental strength.

Moreover, it's been enhanced.

"That's equivalent to nine million units of ordinary mental energy!"

"Shouldn't that break the seal on that spatial ring?"

Ye Feng took a deep breath.

Mental energy surged forth like a tidal wave, attacking the interior of the ring.