237: Chapter 237 Did the old man shoot me again today? (3 people)

Marshal Huo Tianxing withdrew his gaze from Su Ming and raised a hand to summon Zheng Baichuan.

"Continue the blockade for three thousand kilometers around the canyon."

"Record all spatial fluctuations."

"Classify the coordinate signal sent out by Zhou Kui as top secret. Aside from those present here, the news must not spread outside."

Zheng Baichuan's right hand was still numb, so he had to salute with his left hand.

"Yes!"

"Also, register the remains of Samuel and the Twelve Knights first, then hand them over to Su Ming."

Marshal Huo Tianxing paused for a moment before adding a sentence.

"Don't secretly keep samples."

The corner of Zheng Baichuan's mouth twitched.

"Marshal, I am the Western Frontier Garrison Commander, not a warehouse rat."

"You'd better not be..."

"What about those two Beast Seal Envoys?"

"Lock them up separately. First, dig out the list of the Tongyuan Society, then ask about the whereabouts of The Fifth Speaker."

"Marshal, Ye Canglan's body..."

Marshal Huo Tianxing looked toward a spot not far away.

Ye Canglan had already been lifted onto a medical pod.

Night Crow stood by the pod door, his hand pressed against the edge of the pod, not moving an inch.

"First, call for the best deep sequence expert in the Western Military Region to preserve his human consciousness."

"As for his body... I will contact Ouyang Jin."

Zheng Baichuan nodded and entered the orders into his terminal one by one.

After confirming there were no omissions, Marshal Huo Tianxing turned and walked toward a sheltered rock wall.

"I am going to report to the highest decision-making body."

"Unless there is an emergency, do not disturb me."

Zheng Baichuan watched his back without thinking much of it.

A Tier 9 crossing the border, exposure of a deep sequence, the death of a Divine Court Judge, and a madman broadcasting coordinates into the depths of the Universe.

Any one of these things, if taken individually, would be enough for the Federation to hold a top-level meeting.

The next few months are going to be busy.

After walking a few hundred meters and confirming that Su Ming's gravitational perception hadn't followed, Marshal Huo Tianxing ducked into a rock crevice.

The rock wall blocked the searchlights outside, and there was still a burnt smell in the air.

He pulled out a palm-sized black terminal, and it passed fingerprint, iris, and Origin fluctuation verification in succession.

The screen lit up.

He precisely avoided all Federation channels and cut into a secret group chat with only three people.

The group name was very plain.

[Was I Blown Up by the Old Man Again Today? (3 People)]

The original intention for creating the group was also very simple.

To say things behind the back of Southern Defense Marshal Shen Hongyuan that they wouldn't dare say to his face.

To exchange experiences of being oppressed, and—to gossip and complain.

As soon as the terminal went online, unread messages jumped to 99+.

[Insufficient Snow]: @Marshal Huo Tianxing, Old Huo, are you dismantling the crust over there?

The six monitoring towers on the northern line all went off at once; if it shakes any longer, the snow mountains on my side will collapse.

[Big Tool, Not Fierce]: The Tier 9 detector in the Eastern Military Region has flashed red three times.

First, spatial tremors, then the self-detonation of a Law, and that last bit didn't even register a value.

Has your western line been breached by the Tongyuan Society?

[Insufficient Snow]: Where are you?

[Big Tool, Not Fierce]: Don't tell me you're gone, right?

[Insufficient Snow]: If he's gone, who will prove that Old Man Shen owed us money when he was young?

Marshal Huo Tianxing's eye twitched, and his fingers tapped rapidly.

[Huo Can't Do It]: I caught him.

Guess who I saw?

The other side replied almost simultaneously.

[Insufficient Snow]: Who?

[Big Tool, Not Fierce]: Spit it out.

Marshal Huo Tianxing looked left and right, confirmed no one was around, and then activated the holographic projection.

Two figures floated above the terminal.

The person on the left was wearing a loose long gown, holding an unfolded folding fan in his hand.

His features had a scholarly air, but behind him hung the black-gold commander's flag of the Eastern Military Region.

Eastern Marshal, Marshal Zhou Buqi.

On the right was a black-haired woman, her silver-white military uniform buttoned only to the collar.

On the table sat a glass of icy water, with a thin layer of frost forming on the glass wall.

Northern Marshal, Luo Qianxue.

After the projection connected, the screen names in the group faded away.

Marshal Zhou Buqi snapped his folding fan shut.

"Who?"

"Is it some Divine Court shaman, or those seven coffins from the Tongyuan Society?"

Marshal Huo Tianxing grinned.

"Neither."

"I have seen the absolute core of the future Federation military."

In the projection, Marshal Zhou Buqi and Luo Qianxue narrowed their eyes simultaneously.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Luo Qianxue reacted quickly: "Did Old Demon Shen go to your place to fish?"

Marshal Zhou Buqi followed up immediately: "Wait—you don't mean to say you saw Old Shen's precious son-in-Law, do you?"

Marshal Huo Tianxing gave a thumbs up.

"You guessed right."

Luo Qianxue instantly perked up, leaning forward half an inch.

"Show the picture! Auntie will help Qingci evaluate whether he's a scumbag or not!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing pulled two screenshots from the micro-recorder built into his battle armor—one from the back, one from the front—and threw them into the projection share.

The images finished loading.

Marshal Zhou Buqi stared for two seconds, then looked down and turned off the facial optimization on his terminal.

He turned it back on, then off again.

"You used beauty filters, didn't you?"

Marshal Huo Tianxing snorted.

"It's a military recorder, where would I get beauty filters?"

Marshal Zhou Buqi touched his own face.

"...The Federation actually produced someone more handsome than me?"

Luo Qianxue glanced at him.

"You call that handsome? That's called devious."

"Luo, we are discussing major military affairs right now, don't engage in personal attacks."

Luo Qianxue ignored him and raised her hand to enlarge Su Ming's face.

"Looks aren't bad."

"I don't see any crooked intentions for now."

"Blast him for me."

Marshal Huo Tianxing's mouth twitched.

"Blast?"

He would love to!

The problem is his strength doesn't allow it!

"Help your sister vent some anger."

Luo Qianxue's tone didn't change.

"Old Demon Shen came to the northern line last time and blasted away eight boxes of frozen pears, saying he was going on a long trip."

"What kind of dog in the Northern Military Region could eat eight boxes?"

Marshal Zhou Buqi immediately chimed in.

"And me."

"A few days ago, he took several pounds of forbidden zone dried beef from me, saying he was raising a dog?"

"Now it seems that 'dog' looks like this?"

"Enough!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing raised a hand to interrupt them.

"I can understand that you two want to take this opportunity to retaliate against that bad old man."

"But this kid is not ordinary. He is very strong, extremely strong."

Marshal Zhou Buqi leaned back in his chair.

"How not ordinary can he be?"

"Eighteen years old, never attended formal military academy training. Records show he only enlisted a few days ago."

Luo Qianxue raised an eyebrow, her tone casual.

"How strong can a little brat be? Quickly punish Old Demon Shen indirectly for me. I'll get you two boxes of frozen pears."

Marshal Zhou Buqi joined in the teasing: "Just eating frozen pears is too hard on the stomach. I'll provide two boxes of dried duck necks."

Marshal Huo Tianxing couldn't take it anymore.

"Marshal Zhou Buqi! You are a dignified Eastern Marshal, yet you use Forbidden Curse-level dried duck necks to bribe colleagues every day. You've lost all the face of the military!"

He thought for a moment, then simply opened the battle armor recording footage.

"See for yourselves."

The first video segment popped up.

Zhou Kui stood in mid-air, the projection of the Underworld River behind him, the pressure of the Tier 9 Law causing the sinkhole to crack continuously.

The screen shook for a moment.

Marshal Huo Tianxing stepped out from a spatial channel and reached out to grab Su Ming.

Then, Su Ming casually slapped his hand.

"Bang!"

The surveillance view spun as it flew away.

The rock wall got closer and closer.

The screen went black.

"Holy f*ck..."

"What the f*ck..."

Marshal Huo Tianxing waited for the laughter to pass.

He waited for a long time, but it didn't come.

"You, a veteran Tier 9, were slapped away by an eighteen-year-old kid?"

"???"

"Old Huo, are you okay? You've lost all the face of a Tier 9."

Marshal Huo Tianxing coughed dryly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"The signal was bad, I played the wrong one!"

"That's too terrifying! Hahahaha! I can laugh for a year!"

"I was off guard at the time!"

"And I was afraid of hurting him, so I didn't release the Spatial Law at all!"

Marshal Zhou Buqi nodded.

"Understood. If you had released it, you could have flown even further."

"Marshal Zhou Buqi! We are just messing around; if you keep talking nonsense, I'll go to the East and beat you up."

"Don't be so impatient."

Luo Qianxue set her cup down.

"I've already saved that segment from just now."

Marshal Huo Tianxing's hand shook, and he hurriedly tried to recall the footage.

The terminal popped up a notification.

[Recall failed; file has been downloaded twice.]

It was quiet in the rock crevice for half a second.

Marshal Huo Tianxing's back teeth ached from clenching them.

These two bastards, how are their hands so fast?

He shouldn't have opened this group today!

"Watch the next one!"

He pushed the second combat video into the channel.

Marshal Zhou Buqi still wanted to keep laughing, but as soon as his gaze fell on the screen, the corners of his mouth dropped.

Zhou Kui detonated the Underworld River spring.

A hundred-meter-diameter Tier 9 energy torrent fell toward the sinkhole.

Su Ming stood at the very center, not retreating a single step.

The next moment, he pulled back his fist and lowered his shoulder!

The light in front of his fist began to shift.

A tiny black dot formed.

The Star Abyss Waterfall stopped spreading, and along with the shattered space, it all collapsed into that black dot.

Two seconds later, the image returned to normal.

The hundred-meter energy torrent was gone!

The spatial channel Zhou Kui used to escape was also erased.

The terminal even recorded the spatial curvature at the time.

The value only displayed half a line before the monitoring module overloaded and shut down.

The folding fan in Marshal Zhou Buqi's hand fell onto the table.

"Clap!"

A crack appeared in the ice cup in front of Luo Qianxue.

Watching their reactions, the frustration in Marshal Huo Tianxing's chest finally eased.

Let you laugh!

Keep laughing!

After a long while, Marshal Zhou Buqi finally raised a hand to point at the screen.

"Is this an on-site recording?"

"It hasn't been processed with frame interpolation?"

"Are you sure this isn't AI?"

"Old Zhou, don't just fool yourself with generated images all the time!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing glared at him irritably.

"How many times do I have to say it! Can you watch fewer deepfake videos?"

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