444: I'm really not bragging.

Shen Bei was originally walking leisurely towards the Zha Tian Gang activity room.

A dark shadow behind him suddenly launched a silent and fierce attack.

Shen Bei's sixth sense immediately blared an alarm.

He was a little surprised.

This was Shen City Martial Arts University!

Neither the Headhunter Tribe nor the Apocalypse Cult had the guts to launch an attack on campus.

In a brief moment, Shen Bei knew who it was without even looking back.

He drew his long saber with a backhand and slashed it backward.

A faint, almost silent sound of air being torn apart rose from behind him, as the sharp blade cut through the air.

Crisp metallic clashing sounds constantly rang out—the impact of the saber and a dagger. In the pitch black, the saber and dagger occasionally drew long sparks in mid-air.

Illuminated by the sparks, Niu Yanben's grinning face also showed a hint of surprise.

His body was half-shorter, with only his upper body appearing above the ground.

His lower body was completely out of sight.

Shen Bei initially thought that Niu Yanben had encountered some accident and his lower body had been cut off.

Upon closer inspection, that wasn't the case.

Niu Yanben's lower body was submerged in his own shadow, as if inserted into the ground.

Shen Bei then remembered that Niu Yanben seemed to Cultivate Assassin Martial Skills, so it seemed reasonable that he could hide in shadows.

And Niu Yanben had indeed originally been lurking in Shen Bei's shadow to launch a sneak attack.

For an ordinary person, it would have been a sure thing, but on Shen Bei, this freak, it had no effect.

“Still a bit off, buddy,” Shen Bei said coldly, his voice sharp and hoarse, like a metal sheet scraping across a rough stone surface.

“Damn it,” Niu Yanben glanced at him, couldn't help but purse his lips, and spoke with some difficulty, “Can't you let me leave a significant mark in my professional career, huh?”

Shen Bei put away his long saber and asked, confused, “What do you mean by that?”

Before Niu Yanben could speak, Qi Chuanyu's emphatic voice came from a distance: “We're graduating, you know. Everyone wants to defeat you and brag about it later.”

Shen Bei turned his head and saw not only Qi Chuanyu, but also Du Ziteng and Liao Zhongyang accompanying him.

“Graduating?”

Shen Bei's brows furrowed slightly, as if he understood: “What, no confidence in getting into Beijing Martial Arts University?”

Du Ziteng still laughed freely and easily, with a playful and hearty tone: “It doesn't matter. Being able to get into Shencheng Martial Arts University is already like our ancestors' graves emitting green smoke.”

Shen Bei's mouth twitched: “Don't tell me you're still Fifth Rank…”

The four fell silent for a moment, then collectively nodded.

“Don't tell anyone you know me when you go out from now on, you good-for-nothings.” Shen Bei showed the flawless smile of a butler from a wealthy estate, cold yet beyond reproach.

On the Martial Dao path, no one can guarantee perpetual progress.

The further one goes, the harder the Cultivation becomes.

Even if the four of them were considered top students in Changtu County and Kaiyuan County, they still had their ceilings.

Of course, this only refers to academics. Perhaps after entering society, they might gain some enlightenment, and with a sudden burst of attribute, a Breakthrough might not be impossible.

Whether it's a Martial Arts University or society, in a broad sense, both are schools.

Both offer things to learn.

Shen Bei had witnessed too many students fall behind, so he felt nothing about their current predictions.

“Look, look at him.”

Qi Chuanyu pointed at Shen Bei, racking his brain to organize his words, but after a long while, he couldn't come up with much, only managing to say: “This guy is simply ungrateful, not to be befriended, not to be befriended!”

Shen Bei's tone became meaningful: “Old Qi's extremely smooth technique of slandering people, I suggest he join a government department; he'd definitely be a rotten apple, a troublemaker.”

Qi Chuanyu was so angry he almost spat blood, his finger trembling: “You're practically killing me with your words!”

The others laughed a few times.

The five walked towards the Zha Tian Gang activity room.

Along the way.

The five verbally attacked and teased each other.

This was a common pastime for them; each had incredibly thick skin, and whoever got defensive was the loser.

Liao Zhongyang couldn't help but ask, “Where have you been running wild all this time?”

The others were also quite interested in this question.

This guy had disappeared for almost half a year.

He wasn't even attending classes anymore.

Well, whether Shen Bei attended classes or not didn't seem to matter.

Could he even still be considered a student?

Shen Bei became excited: “It's a long story. Whoever among you has good writing skills can record it now, and later it can be compiled into a memoir. It's sure to be a bestselling book.”

The four rolled their eyes at Shen Bei eighteen times.

The way he bragged.

Even bulls would be exhausted.

“I went to the Xing Sha Dungeon, fought Fang Han, and met the Martial Dao Pinnacle. That's nothing; I even killed Heaven-Shaking Slave, one of the Eight Great Killers!”

As soon as Shen Bei said this, Qi Chuanyu and the other four were all dumbfounded.

They didn't know who Fang Han was, nor did they care what the Martial Dao Pinnacle was.

What was closest to them was the Eight Great Killers.

“Hiss~~~”

Du Ziteng suddenly rubbed his face, as if to rub away all those mixed emotions, and said, “You're bragging a bit too much. When Niu Yanben tested you just now, you were only a Seventh Rank Martial Artist! Who is Heaven-Shaking Slave? He's a Martial God! Are you taking us for fools?”

Liao Zhongyang rarely showed a wistful tone. He stared blankly at the corner, like looking at a dream evaporating on a summer asphalt road: “It's time to wake up.”

Niu Yanben didn't bother to hide it: “Bei, it's a waste that you don't share my surname. The way you brag, my pants feel cold, hey.”

Qi Chuanyu also said bluntly: “Don't be a Martial Artist. Go become a web novelist. In terms of fantasizing, you'd definitely kick the asses of the five great Chinese web novelists and overpower Cuttlefish That Loves Diving.”

“Damn it!”

Shen Bei glared, saying, “You should know what Heaven-Shaking Slave looks like, right?”

Qi Chuanyu stroked his chin: “There are photos of him online, though.”

“Come, come.”

The few of them entered the Zha Tian Gang activity room and locked the door.

Shen Bei pointed at Qi Chuanyu: “You damn well find Heaven-Shaking Slave's photo for me, and open your dog eyes wide to see clearly if it's him!”

Saying that, Shen Bei touched the side of his Storage Ring and directly pulled out Heaven-Shaking Slave's corpse.

This corpse had been kept inside Shen Bei's Storage Ring; Bai Wei didn't want it, and Zhuang Bifan didn't want it either. It was as if it had been forgotten, and no one brought it up.

Heaven-Shaking Slave's corpse was perfectly preserved. In other words, a Storage Ring was equivalent to a world where time stood still.

Niu Yanben's expression became like walking on a rainy day and encountering a large puddle that couldn't be avoided. He suddenly gasped: “Holy crap! This is—this is—this is his mother's—”

Shen Bei proudly raised his head: “See? Can I still be bragging?”

“This is a Storage Ring, hey!” Niu Yanben added.

Shen Bei: …

Damn it!

Was that the main point?

They were off track!

“It really is Heaven-Shaking Slave!” Du Ziteng on the side took a sharp breath: “Look at his face, it's identical to the photos online!”

Qi Chuanyu's mouth hung open, and he asked in disbelief: “You, how did you do it? A Seventh Rank Martial Artist can kill a Martial God? Good heavens! How can I not understand this world anymore!”

Liao Zhongyang's mouth twitched incessantly. If Shen Bei really killed him, the process… just imagining it made him feel dizzy and restless.

Is this something a human could do?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Liao Zhongyang's tone was extremely firm: “You definitely didn't take him down alone!”

Shen Bei was quite straightforward: “You actually guessed right…”

The four breathed a sigh of relief.

They weren't afraid of a brother struggling, only of a brother driving a Land Rover.

As long as it wasn't Shen Bei who took him down, it was fine.

Their minds were balanced.

But the next moment, Shen Bei said, “The people I was with were even weaker than me.”

Everyone: ???

Just then, a voice echoed out of thin air in the room: “Don't be too complacent when you speak. After all… walls have ears.”

Shen Bei: …