147: Chapter 147 Gods Fight! I've Become the Hottest Guy!

Su Ming's face remained unchanged, but inside, he was already blooming with joy.

He walked straight to the head of the oval table, pulled out the most conspicuous and magnificent chair, and sat down with a bold, imposing air.

It was so natural, as if he had returned to his own home.

Whoa, this chair really feels great!

He rested his hands on the armrests, looking exactly like a client boss coming to inspect a project, and slowly swept his gaze across everyone present.

"Why are you all standing there like statues?"

Su Ming lifted his eyes, his tone casually annoying, "Sit, sit, don't be polite. Didn't you say we were having a meeting?"

It was as if the group that had just stood up collectively wasn't a bunch of big shots whose foot-stomping could make the Federation tremble, but rather interns in his company who were late.

The immobilization spell was lifted.

The circle of big shots sat down one after another, but their gazes remained stuck to him, unable to move away.

In the conference room, you could hear a pin drop.

The battle for the talent had officially begun!

The first one who couldn't hold back was Lang Qingyun.

He slapped a document stamped with a red seal onto the table in front of Su Ming with a "thwack," his speech speed as fast as if it were on 2x playback:

"Come to my Eastern Lingyun Academy!"

"Come to my Eastern Lingyun Academy! Everyone has witnessed how outrageous your physical body is, but speed and surprise attacks are your next shortcomings!"

"The school promises to give you a Thunder aircraft, with a private license, ready to fly as soon as it lands!"

"Two spots per year for the 'Cloud Sea Illusion' Secret Realm trial!"

"As long as you nod, you can use the air combat simulator as much as you want, practice supersonic collisions freely; if you break it, it's on the school, and you won't have to pay a single cent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the instructors nearby collectively gasped.

"Thunder? That's a top-tier aircraft with a maximum speed of Mach 5, and it even comes with a short-range Space Element jump engine!"

"The Cloud Sea Illusion! It only opens three times a year; one trip inside is worth half a year of hard cultivation outside!"

Su Ming's eyelids twitched.

Just this one aircraft, how many mass points must it be worth?

He was getting a bit carried away. No more pretending, I'm showing my cards—I'm actually tempted.

But on the surface, he remained completely calm.

He just let out an "hmm" and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Stay steady, wait for the next one to raise the bid.

Tie Moshan let out a heavy snort from the side, shifting his entire body forward, causing his chair to let out a "creak" of agony.

He couldn't even be bothered to take out any documents and spoke directly, his voice like a thunderclap:

"Qingyun, you want to scam a Genius capable of solo-killing a 7th-Rank with just a crappy plane?"

"Is your Eastern Lingyun Academy looking down on Su Ming, or looking down on everyone present?"

Lang Qingyun's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot instantly.

"The Xuanjia armor is unbreakable, the Northern Territory shall not fall!"

Tie Moshan patted his chest, his pectoral muscles shaking the tea on the table, "My Northern Territory Xuanjia Academy is the Federation's first line of defense, specializing in forging the Indestructible Iron Body! I am also a Body Cultivator myself; I know the business!"

"The 'Indestructible Heavy Gold Vein' under the northern permafrost—two crystal ores every month, enough for your Body Tempering!"

"After graduation—direct commission to the rank of Colonel!"

The room was in an uproar again.

"The Indestructible Heavy Gold Vein! That's a holy object for body forging that's priceless in the auction house!"

Not to mention the free Colonel rank.

The Northern Territory constantly fights against Vicious Beasts and the Tongyuan Society, and borders the Divine Court Empire; the Xuanjia Academy and Imperial Capital University are the only two academies in the Federation that can freely appoint military officer titles.

This Colonel rank symbolizes solid, tangible merit and resources.

Su Ming's heart did a "thump."

A Colonel...

He cast a sidelong glance at Lieutenant Colonel Chu Feng.

Lieutenant Colonel Chu Feng looked like he was suffering from constipation, his mouth twitching enough to hold a chopstick.

Good grief, he had just happily processed a Captain rank for Su Ming, and the documents weren't even warm in his pocket yet, and the kid would become his superior as soon as he graduated?

He knew the kid was going to rise, but he didn't expect him to shoot up faster than a rocket.

This seniority, it gets messy just like that, doesn't it?!

Su Ming stifled a laugh and picked up the cup of tea on the table, taking a slow, unhurried sip.

Indestructible Heavy Gold Vein... Body Tempering Materials...

He rolled his tongue over his back molars.

This stuff, how many mass points could he get if he swallowed it?

His inner miser instinct started to act up like crazy again.

Just then, Instructor Ying Wuhen, who had been sitting at the very edge of the round table with almost no presence, moved.

She handed over a pitch-black badge, her voice light and cold, as if it were drifting out of an ice cellar:

"Shadow Academy, Ancient Martial Arts Assassination branch, 'Shadow Kill' secret technique, true transmission."

"We have the most exotic Source Beasts in the desert. With this badge, you can claim three 'Abyss Dark Net' missions every year, and the rewards will all go to you."

"The Dean will also custom-make a 7th-Rank stealth combat suit for you."

"Hiss—"

The entire room of instructors gasped collectively.

"Holy crap!"

An instructor from a second-rate academy couldn't hold it in and cursed on the spot, then quickly covered his mouth.

The instructors' eyes were shining, wishing they could roll up their sleeves and sign the papers for Su Ming themselves.

"'Shadow Kill'? I heard that the second-ranked assassin on the list cultivates this very secret technique!"

"The Abyss Dark Net is full of fat sheep; the profits are enough to refine oil!"

"A 7th-Rank combat suit with built-in stealth, combined with Su Ming's elusive Gravity Domain and terrifying explosive power..."

Just imagining that scene made people's scalps tingle.

Su Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

Stealth.

He hadn't drawn a Space Element skill yet; taking this to tide him over wasn't a bad idea.

In the corner next to the main seat, Principal Ma clutched his handkerchief, his face flushed with excitement.

It was a good thing he had the thick skin to come and join in the fun; in all his life, he had never seen such a battle between titans!

A student from his own school had become the prize that all the top forces in the Federation were scrambling for!

His brain was already running at full speed, calculating how to hype up next year's recruitment poster for Jiangcheng No. 1 High School.

As for the teachers from those few second-rate universities and vocational schools, their faces all collapsed like bitter melons.

How could they compete with this?

Anything the others threw out as a casual condition was worth more than their entire school's assets.

Sitting here, they were effectively just tableware on the table, pure background props.

Maybe... they should just pack their bags and go home to sleep?

The air pressure in the conference room was getting lower and lower, so low it could almost squeeze water out.

Yet the young man sitting in the main seat just had a leisurely "you guys continue, don't mind me" look.

Right now, Su Ming was feeling bubbles of comfort inside.

A group of big shots whose foot-stomping could make the ground tremble were lining up to shove resources into his arms, afraid he wouldn't accept them.

The aircraft was sweet, the mineral vein was sweet, the stealth suit was also sweet...

He wanted them all; what was he to do?

Such happy troubles, truly a sweet burden.

Just at this moment of tension, where the smell of gunpowder was thick enough to be ignited, Chu Yao finally couldn't sit still.

She leaned forward slightly, slapped open the folder in front of her with a "thwack," pulled out a contract stamped with the red seal of the Southern United Martial Arts Academy, and pushed it decisively in front of Su Ming.

"Su Ming, I won't waste words."

Her voice was clear and cold, her attitude decisive.

"Southern United Martial Arts Academy, SSS-rank special admission spot."

"Ancient Martial Arts secret techniques, true transmission."

"You can choose any joint combat mission you want, and you get to keep 30% of the spoils!"

She paused, her gaze burning, as if she had slapped down her trump card:

"And—you will be personally mentored and guided by the Vice Dean."

"Come to me!"