53: bless

Seeing everyone enthusiastically gathered around, Qiao Yu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Everyone, I estimate you won't be seeing me for a while. What I just signed wasn't just a non-disclosure agreement, but also a transfer order from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School."

The martial artists from the Dojo of Limits present were all stunned. They had never heard of a transfer order before.

When everyone first joined the Dojo of Limits, they were martial artists of the Dojo of Limits in life, and martial ghosts of the Dojo of Limits in death. How could there be such a thing as a transfer order?

"Qiao Yu, aren't you going to explain this to us? What's going on with the transfer order? Why are you running off to the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School?"

Gao Feng's expression was somewhat gloomy. He wasn't afraid of teammates being cowardly or dragging them down in battle; what he hated most were traitors.

However, besides the martial artists from the Dojo of Limits, there were also martial artists from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School present. Before Qiao Yu could explain, the martial artists from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School immediately became displeased and retorted:

"What's wrong with the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School? Isn't the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School a martial arts school? Is the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School a martial arts school or not!"

"Why can't Qiao Yu be a member of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School? That just proves our Thunderbolt Martial Arts School is better than your Dojo of Limits!"

That martial artist from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School roared, the sound making the eardrums of Qiao Yu, Gao Feng, and the others ache.

"What are you doing? Are you sick?"

Gao Feng frowned and glanced sideways at him.

The martial artists from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School were equally indignant, gathering together, and the two groups were immediately on the verge of conflict again.

"Hey, everyone, don't act on impulse."

Qiao Yu reached out and stopped the two groups.

"This is just a transfer; it doesn't mean I'm no longer part of the Dojo of Limits. It's just that Thunder God wants to personally mentor me."

"I appreciate everyone's kindness. Whether it's the Dojo of Limits or the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, the ultimate goal is for all of humanity, so there's no need to draw such a sharp distinction between us."

At this moment, both groups quieted down—or, more accurately, they were stunned, all frowning as they looked at Qiao Yu.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Qiao Yu felt uneasy under their gaze and chuckled awkwardly.

"Qiao Yu, what did you just say?"

Gao Feng leaned his face forward, looking serious, his tone very cautious.

"Uh, whether it's the Dojo of Limits or the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School, both are for all of humanity, so there's no need to distinguish between us?"

"Not that sentence, the one before."

"I'm still a member of the Dojo of Limits, I was just transferred to the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School by Thunder God, who wants to personally mentor me..."

Qiao Yu scratched his head and said softly.

"Hiss!"

Everyone present collectively drew a sharp breath.

"Thunder God? Which one of those three people just now was Thunder God?"

"Oh my god, I actually saw Thunder God himself!"

"How come Thunder God looks different from the picture in the textbook?"

People from both the Dojo of Limits and the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School stopped arguing and started discussing among themselves animatedly.

"Are you stupid? That's the worlds second strongest person. How could they casually display Thunder God's recent appearance and strength information in a textbook for everyone to see?"

"Aren't you guys from the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School? How can you not know what Thunder God looks like?"

"Well, you guys are from the Dojo of Limits. Do you know what Hong, the world's strongest person, looks like now?"

"The information about Hong and Thunder God in textbooks hasn't been updated for decades. Back then, Thunder God even had flowing golden hair."

Gao Feng also changed his expression from earlier, excitedly patting Qiao Yu's shoulder.

"Qiao Yu, I spoke too loudly just now. I never expected Thunder God to personally mentor you! That's the worlds second strongest person! You've really made it now, young man."

Everyone knows that Hong and Thunder God are biological brothers born of different fathers and mothers. Although martial artists from the Dojo of Limits and Thunderbolt Martial Arts School have friction privately, it is all meant to inspire competition among martial artists so they can further improve their strength.

Everyone understands one principle: no matter how much humans fight internally, if humanity is facing an existential crisis, they will surely unite to resist external enemies.

Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan listened attentively nearby without interrupting. Afterward, they pulled Luo Feng aside to ask him something, and after receiving an affirmative answer, they smiled broadly and nodded in satisfaction.

"Brother Qiao must be watching over us. First, Qiao Yu became a martial artist, then he and Little Feng were appreciated by the high-level executives of the Dojo of Limits, and now he has even gained the appreciation of the worlds second strongest person. Life is truly becoming more hopeful."

Gong Xinlan and Luo Hua were also happy for Qiao Yu.

"It's just a pity that Brother Yu probably won't be able to meet up with us often anymore. I just hope Brother Yu can be my best man when I marry Xiaonan."

Luo Hua sighed softly, pursing his lips, and looked at Qiao Yu, who was still chatting enthusiastically with the Fire Hammer Squad not far away.

"Captain, you're not angry anymore because I signed the transfer order?"

Qiao Yu asked back with a smile.

"What transfer? This is clearly a promotion! Keep it up, Qiao Yu. Maybe the next time we meet, you'll be someone who surpasses us."

Chen Gu lightly punched Qiao Yu's shoulder with his fist.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, the Fire Hammer Squad had gone through several life-and-death crises recently. They were comrades who had fought side-by-side. Just when they had achieved perfect synergy, someone had to leave, inevitably causing sadness.

"I'm not angry. As long as you return, you will always be a member of our Fire Hammer Squad. It's just a shame that you two brothers have to say goodbye."

Gao Feng sighed as he put his arm around Luo Feng's shoulder.

He naturally knew the bond between Qiao Yu and Luo Feng, but whether they were friends or brothers, people always parted ways due to various factors—perhaps differences in talent, differing goals, or simply luck... While Qiao Yu was chatting with the Fire Hammer Squad and the martial artists present, the other family members finished signing their non-disclosure agreements one by one, and Uncle Wu informed everyone that they could go home.

Qiao Yu, Luo Feng's family, and the members of the Fire Hammer Squad were not in a hurry to leave.

After finishing up the loose ends, Uncle Wu finally had time to greet a few old acquaintances.

"Qiao Yu, this is a rare opportunity, so make sure you seize it. The Dojo of Limits and the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School recruit geniuses from all over the world every year, giving them special training contracts, but the number of these geniuses recruited annually is less than ten."

"And you, Qiao Yu. You are the first young person Thunder God has taken a liking to in decades since the founding of the Dojo of Limits and the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School. If those other geniuses found out, you wouldn't have many peaceful days ahead."

Uncle Wu kept rambling on to Qiao Yu, who just kept nodding.

After becoming familiar with Director Wu Tong, he realized that although Uncle Wu was a director, he was just as nagging as other people his age.

"Alright, alright. Go straight to the Director's Office on the fourth floor to find them later. Some details still need to be discussed privately."

Hearing this, Qiao Yu instantly breathed a sigh of relief and rushed up to the fourth floor as if fleeing, without even having time to say goodbye, causing the dozen or so people left behind to shake their heads helplessly.