Chapter 418

"Before coming, the Hall Master gave me sufficient authority; whether it is the reward for '6th-level Fist Force Exertion' or '5th-level Trial Tower',

I can make the decision to give them to you, but your contract also needs to be changed."

"The reward for passing the 5th-level Trial Tower is that after becoming a planetary-level, you can become a 'Patrol Inspector' of our Limit Martial Arts Hall,

and neither the special training contract you initially signed,

nor the elite training camp contract you signed before coming to elite training is sufficient."

"I'll speak plainly: the resources given to you before were renewable resources,

and our Limit Martial Arts Hall has a vast foundation, so we can completely afford to give them to you.

However, the 'Black God' suit is an item brought out from ancient ruins,

and it is one of the few pieces of equipment in the world; it cannot be casually given to outsiders."

While speaking, Yaorao leaned forward slightly, intending to bring some pressure to bear on Zhang Jie.

At the same time, she stared very seriously at the Lin Yang before her, fearing that this future third-strongest person in the world might run away.

Yes.

In her eyes, Zhang Jie, who had not yet surpassed the War God level but had already reached a combat power amplification of 32.94,

would inevitably become the world's third-strongest powerhouse after Hong and Lei Shen once he grew up smoothly.

Having been by the side of Hong, the world's number one powerhouse, for so long,

she was very confident in her own judgment ability.

No matter what, she had to keep Zhang Jie, this future world-class powerhouse, in the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

This way, the status of their Limit Martial Arts Hall on Water Blue Star would be even more unbreakable.

"Yaorao is indeed worthy of being Yaorao."

Yaorao's movements made Zhang Jie subconsciously glance to the side.

Zhumulangmafeng was already eye-catching enough, so a swaying Zhumulangmafeng made it even harder for people to look away.

If it weren't for the fact that other Zhang Jies had also seen and experienced things, he, being hot-blooded, might have had to show some respect.

Forcibly suppressing the improper thoughts in his heart, Zhang Jie toyed with the Black God Suit in his hand and began to ponder Yaorao's conditions.

After a dozen seconds, he slowly spoke: "Did you bring the new contract?

I need to take a look before considering whether to sign it."

Although the cooperation with the Limit Martial Arts Hall had always been pleasant, and the reputation of the Limit Martial Arts Hall and Hong was well-known,

they shouldn't be the type to cheat him in such matters, as it would both ruin their reputation and offend him,

but when it came to his own vital interests, Zhang Jie didn't want to leave the decision to others,

even if those others were recognized good people or great men.

One of the best-recognized historical dramas he watched before traveling, *Ming Dynasty 1566*, featured the biggest boss,

one of the smartest emperors in Chinese history who was most proficient in power struggles,

but who just didn't do good deeds and only thought about his own enjoyment, the Emperor Jiajing,

the Emperor of Longevity, the True Lord of Flying Origin, the Emperor of Loyalty and Filial Piety, who taught his grandson,

the future 'Lazy Dragon' Emperor Wanli, a sentence that made a lot of sense:

That is, anything anyone promises or pledges to you doesn't count; only what you can decide for yourself counts.

Jiajing's original intention was probably to tell Wanli to firmly grasp power in his own hands,

and that others, whether they were external ministers, eunuchs, or nobles, were all outsiders,

to be used but not overly trusted, and that he should be the only sun of the Great Ming Dynasty.

As a result, Wanli, that genius of misunderstanding, directly interpreted it as "I am the emperor,

I can do whatever I want," and he slacked off in the harem for decades,

directly refusing to attend court, leading to vacancies in the six ministries of the Great Ming Dynasty...

The space of power is right there; if you don't occupy it, naturally others will occupy it,

and from then on, the grassroots governance ability of the Great Ming Dynasty went from bad to worse.

There is a saying in later generations that "The Ming Dynasty actually perished during the Wanli era."

Although attributing all the reasons for the fall of the Great Ming to Wanli, that lazy dragon, is a bit too unfair to him,

he indeed had an inescapable share of the responsibility.

At the very least, the rise of the old slave Nurhaci and the defeat at the Battle of Sarhu,

where the Ming army could only shift to strategic defense, happened during his tenure.

"Of course I brought it; let's go down and take a look."

A charming smile appeared on the face beneath Yaorao's mask; she had come specifically to handle this matter,

so how could she have forgotten such an important prop as the contract?

If she had really forgotten it, wouldn't that be as ridiculous as a soldier going to the battlefield without a weapon?

Step, step.

Yaorao walked with a graceful gait, taking the lead.

Zhang Jie looked at the ninth floor, which was full of training rooms and didn't even have a lounge,

which was indeed not suitable for signing a contract, so he followed behind Yaorao.

"Who are you?"

The elevator arrived, and a yellow-skinned student standing in the elevator, wearing a combat suit and carrying a long spear on his shoulder,

who looked like he had practiced the spear technique "World-Extinguishing" created by Hong,

looked at the two strangers before him with some confusion.

He was also an old-timer who had stayed in the elite training camp for several years,

and the elite training camp, including teachers and students, only had a few hundred people,

so even if he wasn't familiar with everyone and didn't know them like the back of his hand, he had recorded the appearance characteristics of every person in his mind.

Yet he really couldn't find a matching candidate for the two people in front of him.

His gaze first landed on Yaorao; it wasn't that Zhang Jie was inconspicuous,

but as a man, compared to another man, he was still more attracted to a female,

especially a beautiful, hot female, which captured his attention more.

Immediately after, he felt a sudden shock in his heart: "Wait, mask,

blonde hair, Yaorao, sexy, powerful aura, I seem to have heard of this somewhere..."

"Greetings, Inspector Yaorao!"

He hurriedly lowered the long spear on his shoulder and bowed his head to Yaorao in salute.

With such obvious characteristics and the ability to freely enter and exit the elite training camp,

only Inspector Yaorao, one of the three personal guards of Hall Master Hong—Yaorao, Iceberg, and Beast—could match the description.

"Hmm."

Yaorao nodded slightly to acknowledge, then walked into the elevator.

Zhang Jie followed closely behind.

"It really is Inspector Yaorao!"

A stormy sea surged in the male student's heart.

Each of the three inspectors of the Limit Martial Arts Hall was a Councilor-level powerhouse standing at the peak of Water Blue Star,

and even major powers like Hanxia and America had to treat them with courtesy.

They had always been elusive, let alone ordinary people;

even students like them in the elite training camp, who would become War Gods upon graduation, found it difficult to see them.

Many martial artists and ordinary people could only catch a glimpse of their demeanor on television.

"Then who is this young man?"

Looking at Zhang Jie, who was only half a step behind Yaorao, with a relaxed expression, and faintly on par with Yaorao,

the male student was even more shocked, forgetting even to take a step, standing there like a wooden chicken.

"To be able to be so close to Inspector Yaorao, he is either a powerhouse of the same level with similar strength,

or a second-generation or third-generation descendant with heaven-reaching backgrounds, making Inspector Yaorao have to give some face to the person behind him."

"But behind Inspector Yaorao is the Limit Martial Arts Hall, is the world's number one powerhouse, Hong;

who could make her give them face just by relying on their background?

It's more like others giving Inspector Yaorao face!"

"The only possibility is that this is a powerhouse starting at the Invincible War God level!"

The male student made a judgment in his heart.

Recalling Zhang Jie's appearance, which looked several years younger than him—probably only eighteen or nineteen years old—

the male student couldn't help but raise Zhang Jie's strength by another notch:

"I've long heard that the life level of Councilor-level powerhouses undergoes a transformation, and their lifespan far exceeds that of ordinary martial artists;

this person is probably a Councilor-level powerhouse who has undergone rejuvenation during the transformation."

Zhang Jie, not yet knowing that someone had already over-interpreted his situation and viewed him as an old monster, pressed the elevator button,

and together with Yaorao, headed to the first floor of the Nine-Layer Building used for students to rest and recuperate.