Chapter 45: Xiaoanchun: I Am Your Father

Weilong Technology's market value evaporated by hundreds of billions in a single night...

If they let me off, that'd be a miracle.

Zhang Jie stared at the news on the holographic tablet in front of him, his eyebrows knotted into a ball.

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Within the enclosed area, there is a consensus that most people recruited into the Hunting Team are mentally unstable, cyber madmen on the verge of collapse.

If possible, Zhang Jie truly does not want to confront them.

The adult world is rife with conflicts of interest.

Zhang Jie had considered many solutions: fleeing the enclosed area, bowing to Weilong Technology and having Weiniya endorse them, facing them head‑on, or worst of all, selling himself to Weilong Technology to develop a prosthetic stronger than biological frenzy.

But none of them seemed to have a good outcome.

Zhang Jie wore a look of worry, sighed, greeted the absent‑minded Weiniya stuffing her face nearby, left his prosthetic surgery room, and walked toward another street corner.

After a long time, Zhang Jie stepped into the room storing his father's relics, walked to the red‑cloth table, took down the Han sword placed on the sword rack, and held it in his hand.

Swish!

After a long time unsheathed, this Han sword still gleamed with icy light, captivating the soul.

His fingers touched the blade; unlike the Han sword he could barely lift as a child, now it felt just right in weight.

"Last time my father faced Wei'er; who will it be this time?"

"They probably can't pull off a 'fish dead, net broken' scenario."

Wielding the Han sword, his sword technique was fierce and aggressive; Zhang Jie tried to ease his heaviness by dancing with the blade.

"Next, they'll likely use a back‑room maneuver to pit Weiniya against another championship favorite, but it won't be Wei'er."

"In the end, they'll surely have to face the Hunting Team."

As his sword swings grew faster, he subconsciously infused a hint of strength into the blade.

The Han sword danced; Zhang Jie swung, and a burst of qi shot from the blade, instantly carving a bottomless gouge in the steel wall beside him.

"If that's the case, then bring it on."

"Just a bunch of cyber madmen on the brink of collapse."

"My sword is far from useless!"

On the martial path, one values a clear Dao-heart, free of distracting thoughts, and with unobstructed thinking.

In the instant of understanding, a boom rang inside his body, and his strength began to surge through the meridians.

The lake turned into a river; power flowed from the dantian into the limbs, surging throughout the body like a rushing torrent, becoming a great river.

Martial Arts Second Stage Fourth Realm River Flow—breakthrough in an instant!

The Han sword was sheathed; gazing at his father's portrait on the red table, Zhang Jie felt his mind utterly clear.

"I'm off, Father; take care."

"With a sudden insight, you have broken through to the Martial Arts Second Stage Fourth Realm: River Flow. Feeling the growing power within, you begin to anticipate the ultimate form of martial arts: Martial Arts Divine Ability."

"But you still have a long way to go—through Martial Arts First Stage: Body Forging and Transformation, Second Stage: Guiding Qi into Body, Third Stage: Qi and Blood Refining Spirit; only the Fourth Stage leads truly into the realm of Martial Arts Divine Ability."

"You know the ceiling of martial arts is high. Back home, Weiniya pestered you to perform a sword dance; under her astonished gaze you cleaved a sandbag with a single strike from afar, making her gasp."

"Seeing Weiniya's admiring look, you felt greatly satisfied and pretended to be profound, declaring this the miraculous martial arts!"

"Weiniya clicked her tongue in amazement, then clung to you begging to learn swordsmanship, filling you with emotional satisfaction."

"Yet only the world where the sandbag got hurt was realized."

"Weiniya's third match kicked off; this round is a 64‑to‑32 showdown. Whether by fate or coincidence, the occasion when your father was slain by Wei'er was also a 64‑to‑32 bout."

"As expected, your opponent this time is another championship heavyweight, whose popularity matches Weiniya's and who hails from another enclosed area."

"His prosthetic is loaded with an overclocking system that can supercharge the brain—the only system capable of countering Stanweistin."

"It can dramatically boost the brain's computing power in a short time, analyze the opponent's weaknesses, and even ingest their brainwaves to predict their thoughts and actions, thereby defeating them."

"Overall, this is a prosthetic that heavily relies on skill."

"And if you're not mistaken, Weilong Technology surely pulled some shady tricks—though the opponent was only supposed to be known the day before the match, this guy showed up days ago to mock you and Weiniya."

"Hey! Little girl of the black‑fist."

"I heard you used to scrape by picking trash, a low‑life, huh?"

"Is that prosthetic on you something you traded for your coach's…? Ah? Hahaha!"

During the pre‑match trash‑talk segment, Weiniya oddly stared at the kid constantly spouting trash talk, feeling puzzled.

"Why does he think such trash talk will break his own defenses? Doesn't he think insulting the other side will make them flush with anger?"

"No way, no way."

"With such puny attack power, not even a teacher's remark 'form without intent, intent without form' could make one flush."

"Sha Bo Yi."

The opponent's jeering face froze; looking at Weiniya's utterly indifferent expression, his complexion shifted between green and white.

"What did you say?"

"Sha Bo Yi."

"You bastard!"

"I am your father."

Weiniya stared with dead‑fish eyes, a look of rolling‑knife meat, making Zhang Jie below cover his eyes in speechless disbelief.

"Where did you learn all this trash talk? I don't remember teaching you to curse! Weiniya, how did you become like this?!"

Zhang Jie felt heart‑broken; I want back my cute, lovable Xiaoanchun! I want back the polite Xiaoanchun who bows and apologizes after a fight!

And that Bo Yi over there—your attack power is weaker than a curse that would keep you meat‑less for two days; how did you even get flushed?

Watching the two incessantly spouting trash talk on stage, Zhang Jie reached up from below, slipped his hand through the boxing‑rail, and smacked Weiniya's rear hard.

Ouch!

Mind your image, okay? Come over quick and analyze tactics with me!

Seeing Weiniya's little mouth pout as if she wanted to retort, Zhang Jie's one sentence made her instantly break her defenses.

If you don't listen, you won't get meat for two days!

Tonic medicine!

Seeing that his attack power was inferior to just a line about not getting meat for two days, the guy opposite also completely broke his defenses.

He, who got no response despite his nagging, completely flushed with anger, like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

His humanity value... collapsed!