Forbidden Zone of the Human Race

Chapter 345: There’s Always A Taller Person If The Sky Falls

That wasn’t all. After that, when people asked how Xiang Ning killed the remaining six beasts, the witnesses would utter two words: “Instant kill.”

Instant kill. Based on the beasts’ natures, when up against equal-tier humans, the beasts would have the advantage unless the human had an advanced breathing technique or a certain mastery of their skills.

Xiang Ning and his fellow special trainees didn’t represent the entire Federation’s martial artists. One must remember that before the existence of the special training classes, the number of graduates from Qiling Academy that could surpass tier three could be counted on both hands.

But now, forty percent of the first batch of special trainees had reached tier three, while Xiang Ning’s squad had all reached tier four.

Although having resources helped, they were also talented. Xiang Ning was an exception, so he couldn’t be used as a comparison. Based on the overall data, it was uncommon for martial artists across the Federation to hit tier four, while it was even rarer to possess martial skills at Peak Mastery.

What was Peak Mastery? That was a person who had practiced a skill until it was their instinct; they could even be a teacher for it. Anyone who possessed a skill like that was welcomed everywhere, since it was just too difficult to achieve that level.

That was why, although human martial artists were able to defeat beasts, it required great effort to achieve the level of ‘instant kill’ or perform as naturally as Xiang Ning. Every move struck critical spots, there was an absence of the unnecessary, and his movements were as light as a dragonfly on water. josei

Six beasts, six strokes, and two seconds later, six carcasses lay on the ground. Although the rest of them were weaker than Xiang Ning, the dramatic scene made them forget the danger they were in.

“He… he became stronger again,” stuttered Fatty Wang.

“What… what is his true cultivation?” Forced several steps back by the Ghostblade Mantis, Qi Jiuming frowned looking at Xiang Ning. He could feel a tier four, seven-star cultivation level from the boy but couldn’t fathom how he had defeated the tier six tyrant of the forest at Hang City. That was a beast that could tackle a tier seven Beast King!

Wait… doesn’t that mean the brat is able to fight me too? Qi Jiuming’s sudden realization made him look up at the sky in lamentation. Time waited for no man. Xiang Ning was truly like a Chosen One, the heavens’ favorite child. The other kids that followed him were also unreasonably strong.

Just as he was thinking, he heard an awkward reminder, “Mr. Headmaster, if you don’t chase after the praying mantis, it’s going to run away.”

Qi Jiuming jumped. Wasn’t the kid a hundred meters away just then? It was unbelievable that he hadn’t noticed his approach.

He smirked, and a shockwave radiated from his spear. Xiang Ning’s pupils constricted; just that flex of aura would be enough to kill a tier four Iron Tank, for Qi Jiuming had vibrated his spear within the smallest breadth of space at the fastest speed.

“GO!”

The spear flew like an arrow, nailing the Ghostblade Mantis to the ground.

“Alright, time to talk about you.” Qi Jiuming smirked, maliciously looking at Xiang Ning.

“What? Wait, let me tell you, I can fight a tier six already, no, don’t hit my face! No, save me some face!”

“Oho? Disrespecting your elders? You deserve it!”

“Wait, wait, I bled for the Federation, I made contributions! You can’t treat me like this!”

Since Xiang Ning hadn’t activated his Eight Gates skill, Qi Jiuming could obviously pin him down and beat him up. He knew of Xiang Ning’s almost telepathic predictive ability—even Lei Zhongyuan’s hits only landed sixty percent of the time when he tried to teach Xiang Ning a lesson.

That was why it would be best if he pinned Xiang Ning down. Then he couldn’t run.

The audience was stunned. That was… detrimental to his reputation. Xiang Ning had appeared like a shining hero, now he was being used to mop the floor.

“What are you looking at? Go clean up the other beasts!” roared Qi Jiuming.

The audience jumped and rushed back into battle. With their help, the ratio was now two humans to one beast, so they were all fish in a barrel. The situation was no longer worrying.

While Xiang Ning was being beaten up, his Windbreaker arrived.

Qi Jiuming knew to not take it too far. He looked at the Windbreaker and spat, “You must not leave!”

Xiang Ning hesitantly looked at the number of his Fury Points.

Fury Points: 3243

That’s right, he only had three thousand Fury Points left; it wasn’t even enough for ten rounds of the raffle. And what had happened to his large number of Fury Points? They were spent on learning one-fifth of Dong Qianyi’s dimensional technology theories and a fifth of Chen Tianhua’s engine technology. Every subject had cost him five hundred thousand Fury Points, not including other miscellaneous topics.

Xiang Ning used to feel like he was filthy rich, but he now realized how poor he was. Indeed, knowledge was money, knowledge was power.

He needed to earn more Fury Points. It wasn’t enough for him to only know the key theories of dimensional travel, nor could he directly write the concepts on paper. If he really did that, not even his beloved Master would be able to protect him; he would only watch as Xiang Ning was dragged into interrogation to ask if he was human.

“Mr. Headmaster, why can’t I leave?”

Qi Jiuming couldn’t give him an answer. All he knew was that he couldn’t let Xiang Ning leave or the brat would cause some drama again.

“If that’s the case… I have something to say, but I’m not sure if I should?”

“What is it?”

“Goodbye!” roared Xiang Ning, sprinting off with Shadowmist Ghost Step. Qi Jiuming smirked. What a cheap trick. I’ve long known you were going to do that. He lunged the moment Xiang Ning moved. He was a tier six martial artist, why wouldn’t he be able to catch a tier four?

But Xiang Ning’s Keen Observation was locked on Qi Jiuming, so the hand that should surely grab him had caught a knife instead, while Xiang Ning slipped away and mounted his Windbreaker. He quickly activated its overload setting and shot off like an arrow.

“You! You just wait!” Qi Jiuming was fuming—how would he not know what Xiang Ning planned? “Why are you so silly? Even if the sky falls, there’s always a taller one there to hold it up. Why do you need to go?!”