128: Domestic super modified adrenaline arrives

The second match ended with Shen Bei's victory.

However, Shen Bei's performance in this match was truly unremarkable.

He didn't even use any Martial Skills; every move was based on fundamental techniques.

This greatly disappointed the audience.

Where was the berserk fighting style?

Had he given up?

In contrast, Luke's continuous flurry of sharp saber techniques was pleasing to the eye and drew constant praise.

Now, those students who also wielded sabers revered him as an idol, collectively running over to surround Luke, chattering and asking for tips and tricks on using a saber.

This annoyed Luke immensely; he was still spitting blood.

Instead of helping him up, they should at least stop his bleeding!

At this moment, the entire audience began to leave, discussing the recent match while eagerly anticipating tomorrow's ultimate battle, "king of champions!"

...

"Let's go, let's go."

Principal Zhang's face was wreathed in smiles: "Tonight, my treat to celebrate!"

Professor Gu Xinrou interjected: "Isn't it a bit early? The finals are tomorrow."

Principal Zhang laughed heartily: "The finals or whatever, I don't care anymore. Getting into the top 20 was my goal. Watch me boast about it on my PPT."

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling that the Principal's aspirations were a bit low.

In Shen Bei's recent match, he won without even bothering to use Martial Skills.

With that level of strength, he might even win the championship against Liu Hanfeng tomorrow.

...

"Liu Hanfeng, what do you think of Shen Bei?"

Old Qin asked.

Liu Hanfeng pointed to Principal Zhang, who was gesticulating wildly and excitedly in front: "What's his deal? He seems to be celebrating a championship?"

"Ah, him..." Old Qin snorted, saying with a hint of disdain: "It's just that the Shepherd's influence is too great, and he wants to use this competition to wash away the shame."

"Of course, before coming, he probably didn't expect Shen Bei to perform so well. His initial goal was just to get into the top 20."

Liu Hanfeng hummed in acknowledgment, his tone somewhat flippant: "His aspirations are indeed low. With Shen Bei's current strength, I would have to give it my all."

"I think you're overthinking it."

Old Qin smiled: "Although Shen Bei won his last match, he was pressured by Luke."

Liu Hanfeng pondered for a moment: "Could it be that Shen Bei doesn't want to reveal his trump card?"

"What trump card could he possibly have?"

"I suspect Shen Bei has also Cultivated True Qi, but he wants to give me a surprise and refuses to reveal it prematurely."

Old Qin frowned, but was frank: "No one would believe that a student who made it to the finals doesn't have True Qi."

"Yes."

Liu Hanfeng nodded.

Old Qin patted Liu Hanfeng's shoulder: "Tomorrow, absolutely do not let Shen Bei get close, and don't let your guard down."

Liu Hanfeng replied with firm eyes: "I will."

Old Qin then looked towards Principal Zhang and his group.

A great curiosity arose in his heart: the Lingnan City Martial Arts University teachers had spoiled the entire national pot.

But he didn't expect that there was still a teacher who could mentor such a formidable student as Shen Bei.

It was truly unexpected.

Which teacher was so capable?

Should he try to poach him?

Old Qin shook his head, dismissing his own idea.

He was about to be transferred to become the Principal of Capital Wu Da.

Which meant that all the Martial Arts Universities in the country would be under his jurisdiction.

At that time, he could promote this teacher to mentor more good students.

Although Lingnan City was the end of the Universe, it was a relatively large city.

But that was just an obvious taunt.

Such a teacher could not be overlooked.

...

Evening.

Shen Bei received a package delivered by a special courier.

He opened it in his room.

It was an alloy box with a fingerprint password lock.

The box read: "Top Secret Item. If found, please hand it over to the nearest Patrol Bureau, otherwise, criminal responsibility will be pursued according to law."

Additionally, there was a large warning sign below: "If fingerprint verification fails more than three times, or if this box is subjected to external impact, an explosion will be triggered."

Shen Bei gasped.

The security measures were... flawless.

If this box were to be lost midway.

Anyone attempting to force it open, whether through the fingerprint lock or external damage, would surely trigger the detonators scattered throughout the box, instantly setting off the explosives.

Blowing the contents to smithereens.

"These words alone would scare ordinary people senseless."

Shen Bei reached out to verify his fingerprint, and with a click, the box automatically opened.

Inside were soft pads cushioned with foam.

Five syringes were neatly arranged on top.

Shen Bei picked one up and examined it.

Unlike the Super-Modified Adrenaline Lei Laohu had used and the Shepherd had dropped, the syringe's outer packaging had a different color.

"This is the power of the nation, one syringe becomes five!"

Shen Bei sighed, if he were to research this item himself, he might never find the answer in his lifetime, let alone produce it.

He took out one syringe, placed it in his small bag for immediate use, and sealed the other Super-Modified Adrenaline in the box.

Leaving the room.

Shen Bei headed to the restaurant.

He reached the third floor.

He saw Principal Zhang whispering with the waitress at the front desk.

Principal Zhang: "Can I get an invoice?"

Waitress: "Sir, we are a legitimate hotel, of course we can issue an invoice."

Principal Zhang: "How much was the bill for the table I just ordered?"

Waitress: "Five thousand and eight yuan."

Principal Zhang: "Give me an invoice for ten thousand."

Waitress: "..."

Waitress: "Okay, yes, sir, but there will be a tax point."

Principal Zhang: "I'll drink one less bottle of Maotai later to cover the tax point."

Waitress: "..."

Waitress: "Sir, I... we've never done it this way."

Principal Zhang: "That's because I wasn't here. If I had been, you would have done it this way long ago."

"Principal!"

Shen Bei called out from behind, startling Principal Zhang.

"You walk without making a sound?" Principal Zhang patted his chest.

"Are you making money?" Shen Bei asked.

Principal Zhang's face immediately turned serious, his tone stern: "What making money! I don't like hearing that. If all industries don't issue invoices, who will pay taxes to the country?"

Shen Bei gave a thumbs up: "Great righteousness for the nation."

Principal Zhang shook his head: "Of course. Come on, dinner's served."

The private room was not large.

Just enough to accommodate the Lingnan Martial Arts University group.

Food and wine were served.

Principal Zhang was so happy that he drank too much.

Du Ziteng also loved to drink, and the two draped their arms over each other's shoulders, calling each other brothers.

Principal Zhang even self-disclosed a past event that still made him indignant: "I once encountered a love, it was in a small alley, we were overcome with passion, then spent the night together, and then I didn't love her anymore, and I gave her three hundred yuan as a breakup fee."

"The police officer from the Patrol Bureau just didn't believe it, isn't that infuriating?"

Du Ziteng grunted a few times: "That's... *hiccup*, administrative protest..."

"By the way."

Principal Zhang, his face flushed with drink, looked at Professor Gu Xinrou: "The police officer who handled the case back then was your brother, and he fined me 2000 yuan."

Professor Gu Xinrou rolled her eyes: "Serves you right!"

After the eating and drinking concluded.

Principal Zhang and Du Ziteng, arms over each other's shoulders, humming a song, went to the front desk to settle the bill.

Du Ziteng, for some unknown reason, had a wire crossed in his brain.

He slapped the table: "Alright, bill time! Tonight, it's my treat, no one fight me for it, I'll get angry if you do."

The waitress, with a smile, pushed the bill in front of Du Ziteng: "Hello, sir, 5008 yuan."

Du Ziteng hiccuped: "Round it down."

"Okay, no problem."

Du Ziteng rummaged through his wallet and threw 508 yuan onto the cashier's counter.

He waved his hand: "Bill settled, let's go, let's go."

Waitress: ???

Everyone: "..."

The waitress was completely stunned.

She stared at the money with a bewildered expression, her mouth twitching, questioning reality.

Holy cow!

Rounding down means removing the 8 yuan, not removing the zero in the middle!

Whose family rounds down 5008 to 508!

"Sir, do you... perhaps misunderstand what 'rounding down' means?" The waitress asked, utterly surprised.

Professor Gu Xinrou, with a headache, waved her hand.

Niu Yanben stepped forward and kicked Du Ziteng: "Stop messing around, dammit!"

He was escorted away.

In the end, Professor Gu Xinrou settled the bill: "Issue an invoice for twenty thousand."

Shen Bei: "..."

Making money was too easy, wasn't it?

No wonder various leaders were always nowhere to be found; they were all out on business trips, issuing invoices.

What an eye-opener.

The group disbanded on the spot. It was getting late, and everyone returned to their rooms to rest, as there was still a match to participate in tomorrow.

The next day.

The Lingnan City Martial Arts University group was ready to go.

The Zha Tian Gang even unfurled their banner, marching into the final arena with an arrogant swagger.

Principal Zhang was even more nervous than Shen Bei before the match, fussily advising: "Liu Hanfeng naturally has an advantage over you."

Shen Bei understood.

He was unarmed.

While his opponent had a long-range weapon, a bow and arrow.

"So, my advice to you is..."

Principal Zhang paused here, pondering for a moment.

The others also pricked up their ears, curious.

They also wanted to hear what good advice and counter-strategies Principal Zhang had for this.

"If you can't win, just raise your hand and surrender!"

As soon as Principal Zhang said this, everyone almost fell to the ground.

They had thought Principal Zhang was a modern-day Zhuge Liang.

But he turned out to be a terrible strategist.

"You must listen to what I say."

Principal Zhang put on an expression that said, 'I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice': "Getting injured here could affect your Cultivation progress."

Shen Bei: "..."

I, really, truly, thank, you, so, much!