167: Chapter 167 Registration: The Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God of the Universe! Mission Reward: Race Template Upgrade!

Kyoto, Martial Arts Bureau administrative hall.

The corner of the hall was desolate, with no one even coming near.

Behind the window glass, Lin Wanzhao was sprawled in her chair, one hand supporting her cheek, the other scrolling through short videos, slacking off with a clear conscience.

Beside her stood a white sign with black letters that read: "National Martial Arts Tournament Offline Registration Desk."

Nowadays, this Martial Arts Tournament had become popular across the country. On the day the online registration channel opened, the server crashed three times, and the number of registrants exceeded one million, with an outrageous momentum.

But that was online.

"I really don't know what the leaders are thinking. It's the information age, yet they still insist on this offline registration nonsense."

Lin Wanzhao pouted and muttered, her fingers swiping rapidly: "Any martial artist has their identity information recorded at the Martial Arts Bureau. Just fill it out online and be done with it. Who would run offline to suffer like this?"

"If there really were some hidden masters, they would be staying near the ferocious beast battlefield or deep in the mountains. Why would they come to Kyoto to register?"

She complained with her mouth, but felt sweet in her heart.

Compared to her colleagues who were sent to suppress cults or risking their lives with ferocious beasts in the wilderness every day, she was guarding this leisurely window, blowing air conditioning, and scrolling through her phone. It was a god-tier job—good pay, light work, and safe.

Just as she scrolled to a funny clip, Lin Wanzhao laughed, showing her teeth, her shoulders twitching, when suddenly—

"Thump, thump, thump."

Three moderate knocks landed on the glass counter.

Lin Wanzhao was startled, her first thought being: The boss is checking the post!

She scrambled to slam her phone face-down on the table, straightened her back, sat upright, looked forward, and instantly switched to a standard eight-tooth professional smile. The whole set of actions was practiced to the point of being pitiful.

But she made a mistake in her haste.

Her fingertip accidentally brushed the volume button.

The next second—

"Oh... ah..."

A series of urgent female gasps exploded at full volume from under the phone, clear and piercing, echoing exceptionally clearly in the quiet corner.

The air froze instantly.

Lin Wanzhao stiffened into a wooden stake, blood rushing to her head, turning her ears and forehead red, even the base of her neck blushing.

She stiffly raised her head and finally saw the person standing outside the window.

It was an extremely young man.

His figure was tall and straight, his face handsome to the point of being demonic. There was a hint of careless laziness between his brows, but the moment his eyes swept over, they carried an indescribable pressure, like a blade that had sheathed its edge.

Their eyes met.

The gasping in the phone continued, each sound clearer than the last.

Lin Wanzhao's tongue tied, and she stammered, explaining: "I... this is a running video! Really! You have to believe me!"

Lu Qingyun stood outside, seeing the little girl's head almost smoking, and very kindly didn't laugh on the spot. He just politely curled his lips and nodded.

"Bang—!!"

A muffled sound.

Lin Wanzhao clenched her fist and smashed it solidly onto the phone.

The special alloy body became like dough, instantly flattened and deformed, the screen shattered into powder, and that evocative sound stopped abruptly.

She expressionlessly kneaded the flattened piece of metal, applied force with her fingertips, crushed it into a small metal ball, and casually stuffed it into her uniform pocket.

The whole set of actions was smooth and fluid, done in one go.

After doing all this, Lin Wanzhao took three deep breaths. When she looked up again, her face already held a perfect professional smile, as if she weren't the person who had just suffered a social death so embarrassing she could have dug a three-bedroom apartment with her toes.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?"

Lu Qingyun looked at her forced composure, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, and spoke slowly on purpose:

"Actually, you didn't have to smash it so quickly."

"Listening to the sound, they ran quite professionally. I was actually thinking of learning from it to improve my stamina."

"Boom!"

Lin Wanzhao felt white smoke rising directly from her head. She was like a steam engine at boiling point, even her ear tips were frighteningly hot.

What is wrong with this person!

He looks decent enough, why is his mouth so annoying!

She bit her lower lip, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, whipping Lu Qingyun's corpse eight hundred times in her heart.

Fortunately, Lu Qingyun knew when to stop and didn't continue teasing her. He cleared his throat and returned to the main topic:

"National Martial Arts Tournament offline registration, is this the place?"

Lin Wanzhao felt as if she had received an amnesty. She nodded quickly and pulled a standard form from the drawer to hand over: "That's right, sir! Please fill in your identity information, martial arts realm, and contact information. After the review is passed, we will notify you of the schedule arrangement as soon as possible."

Lu Qingyun took the form, his fingertips paused on the paper, and a subtle expression appeared on his face:

"Can this form... be filled out casually?"

"Huh?"

Lin Wanzhao didn't react for a moment. It took her two seconds to understand, and her first reaction was that this guy was here to cause trouble!?

But catching a glimpse of the surveillance camera pointing this way, she swallowed the words back, maintaining a professional fake smile: "That's not possible, sir. Is there something inconvenient about your identity information?"

Lu Qingyun's eyes flickered.

Of course, he couldn't participate as "Chen Luo."

For one, Chen Luo was only a lecturer at the Yukong Realm Seventh Stage on the surface. If he killed his way to the championship, the strength gap would be too large, making it easy to arouse suspicion and expose his identity.

Secondly, he also wanted to use this national competition to whitewash a completely independent, clean new identity for himself.

After all, judging from the publicity of this competition, they were even extremely happy to see some geniuses who had never been shown to the world come to participate, so the scrutiny in this aspect should not be too rigorous.

The setting of a wild cultivator or a disciple of a hermit master, while cliché, had the advantage of being useful.

"There's nothing inconvenient about it."

Lu Qingyun's tone was flat, and he came out with it, fabricating a full background in three seconds: "I grew up in the Western Wilderness following my master. I don't have a household registration, nor have I been recorded at the Martial Arts Bureau. For the name, just write Universe Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, and set the realm as Yukong Realm Peak for now."

Lin Wanzhao: "..."

She listened expressionlessly, the pen in her hand not even pausing.

Keep making it up, keep making it up.

What kind of heaven-defying name is this!

Is it possible he didn't even have the time to put some thought into a normal name!?

Lin Wanzhao complained wildly in her heart, but her hand honestly began to input the information.

There was no other way; the higher-ups had long ago given a death order.

This Martial Arts Tournament would not ask about background or origin. As long as it was a human martial artist who dared to come and register, they would be allowed to participate.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, even if they said they jumped out of a meteorite from outer space, they had to be registered.

"Alright, Mr. Invincible Tyrannosaurus, your information has been successfully entered."

Lin Wanzhao handed over the printed participation certificate, her smile standard and mechanical, "The participation certificate will be delivered to the address you provided within three days. A specialist will notify you of the specific schedule before the competition. I wish you good results."

In less than ten minutes, the registration process was completed.

Lu Qingyun took the certificate and had just taken a step when the system notification sound, which had been silent for several days, suddenly rang in his mind!

[Ding! Detected that the host is coming into contact with the human National Martial Arts Tournament, task triggered!]

[Task Name: Investigation]

[Task Description: Humans are suddenly holding a grand Martial Arts Tournament; there must be an earth-shattering secret behind it, which is very likely to endanger the safety of the entire Monster clan! As the glorious commander of the Slime race and the future ultimate BOSS of the heavens, you have the responsibility and obligation to find out the truth and crush the human conspiracy!]

[Task Requirements: Find out the true purpose and core secret behind the Martial Arts Tournament]

[Task Reward: One Racial Template Upgrade!]