At the Black Tiger camp, the Black Tiger commander glared furiously at his subordinates.
Four Black Tiger divisions, totaling nearly four hundred men.
Yet, they were completely annihilated by the one hundred and eighty men of the Blood Battle Army.
This was nothing short of a disgrace!
"Are you sure that Qin Hanchu is the instructor for the Blood Battle Army?" What shocked the Black Tiger commander the most was that a young man in his twenties had reached the ninth rank.
To be an instructor for the Blood Battle Army, one needed at least late ninth-rank strength.
A late ninth-rank at twenty-odd years old was simply unbelievable.
"We're not entirely sure, but the commander of the Blood Battle Army does indeed refer to him as instructor," replied one of the Black Tiger commanders.
"You violated regulations by entering the city. If Wang Zhan doesn't trouble us, who else will? How can we possibly demand an explanation?"
"This Qin Hanchu, a ninth-rank at such a young age, his future achievements are bound to be immeasurable."
"Even if the Deputy Prefecture Lord intervenes, Wang Zhan will fiercely protect him."
Although the Black Tiger commander felt humiliated, he could only accept it.
Just then, his assistant walked in with a grim expression. He said, "Commander, Wang Zhan has escalated the matter to the War Department of Lushan Prefecture. The higher-ups are demanding severe punishment for the four commanders."
"Reply to the superior that the four commanders have all been demoted by two ranks," the Black Tiger commander stated.
At the home of the Deputy Prefecture Lord of Lushan Prefecture.
Mu Zhengrong furiously smashed a teacup to the ground.
Qin Hanchu dared to beat his son into a pig's head; this was simply too arrogant.
What angered Mu Zhengrong the most was that Wang Zhan had actually impeached him to the Lushan Prefecture Lord.
Mu Qianyun had mobilized the Black Tiger Army in Mu Zhengrong's name, which was a grave violation of regulations.
The War Department of Lushan Prefecture had also contacted the Lushan Prefecture Lord, demanding disciplinary action against Mu Zhengrong.
Under the pressure from the Lushan Prefecture War Department, his position as Deputy Prefecture Lord was likely to be lost.
Of course, even without the title of Deputy Prefecture Lord, Mu Zhengrong remained a formidable figure.
After all, Mu Zhengrong also concurrently held the position of Executive Officer of Quancheng.
"Someone!"
Following Mu Zhengrong's command, a middle-aged man walked in. "Master, what are your orders?"
"Assemble several unregistered ninth-rank martial artists and send them to Island City under the young master's command." Mu Zhengrong could not openly help Mu Qianyun deal with Qin Hanchu, but he could resort to underhanded tactics.
As a person in power, he naturally had a group of strong individuals who followed him.
"Yes, I will arrange it immediately." The middle-aged man turned and left after speaking.
"To dare beat my son, what does it matter even if you are a martial arts prodigy?" Mu Zhengrong muttered resentfully.
Deep in the night, at the overseas swordsman base.
"Have you still not contacted Old Ghost?" the helmsman of the swordsmen asked in a deep voice.
"As before, contact has been lost," the communicator replied.
The swordsman helmsman fell silent for a long time before turning towards the residence of the Swordsman Ancestor.
"Old Ghost is missing?" The Swordsman Ancestor, with his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, looked like a senile old man.
Beside the Swordsman Ancestor lay a blood-red long saber.
Bloodlight flickered on the saber, appearing extremely eerie.
"Yes, like the Drunkard, contact has been lost." The swordsman helmsman bowed his head respectfully.
"Could it be that this person has a Grandmaster guarding him? With Old Ghost's strength, no one can kill him except a Grandmaster!" the Swordsman Ancestor said.
"What do we do now?" the swordsman helmsman inquired.
"Tell the Nolan family to pay ten times the reward, and do not continue with this mission." Although the Swordsman Ancestor was angry, he was at a critical juncture of breakthrough and did not have time to travel to the Great Yan Nation.
The swordsman helmsman was surprised. "Ancestor, if we don't complete the mission, the Nolan family may not acknowledge it."
"If they don't acknowledge it, then let their clansmen be careful." After saying this, the Swordsman Ancestor closed his eyes.
...
The next morning, Wan Tong called Qin Hanchu.
Upon learning that Mu Qianyun had several more ninth-rank experts around him, Qin Hanchu directly summoned "Ren Jie."
Upon arriving at the academy, the students looked at Qin Hanchu with fear in their eyes.
At this point, everyone already knew that Qin Hanchu was a ninth-rank martial artist and the instructor of the Blood Battle Army.
Even Mu Qianyun had been beaten by Qin Hanchu and hospitalized, still not discharged.
Such a powerful individual was practically the ceiling in the academy.
Even the instructors in the academy were not qualified to be compared with Qin Hanchu.
Instructor Wang and Instructor One-Eyed both felt "blown away" by this!
Only now did they realize that Qin Hanchu had been toying with them all along.
Especially Instructor Wang, who felt like a clown.
During their sparring matches, Qin Hanchu had clearly been holding back, and he, as a ninth-rank martial artist, hadn't even noticed.
On this day, Qin Hanchu once again became a celebrity in the academy.
Upon hearing this news, Zhang Jiayu became even more dejected.
Such an outstanding man had no feelings for her at all.
There were simply too many beautiful women around Qin Hanchu; even if Zhang Jiayu was the campus belle, she wouldn't attract Qin Hanchu's attention.
At the end of the day, Qin Hanchu walked out of the academy with Lin Ying and Xue Lingxian.
Just then, Mu Qianyun, wearing a mask, walked over.
"Do you dare to come with me?" Mu Qianyun said through gritted teeth.
Qin Hanchu looked at Mu Qianyun doubtfully, asking in surprise, "May I ask who you are, sir?"
"Qin Hanchu, don't play dumb." Qin Hanchu's words infuriated Mu Qianyun.
Qin Hanchu smiled and said, "Young Master Mu invites me, of course, I must go."
"Good, you have guts." Mu Qianyun sneered and turned to leave.
"I'll go for a trip," Qin Hanchu said to Lin Ying and the other girl.
Xue Lingxian quickly said, "Why not? Shouldn't we follow to watch the show?"
Lin Ying nodded repeatedly, "I think so too."
Qin Hanchu didn't refuse the two of them, and they followed Mu Qianyun away.
Ten minutes later, the group arrived at a half-finished building.
At this moment, four elders were already guarding the place.
These four elders were the ninth-rank martial artists Mu Zhengrong had sent to Mu Qianyun.
"Qin Hanchu, I admit you are very strong."
"But you shouldn't have provoked me!"
"Even if you are a ninth-rank, you will die today!"
Mu Qianyun said with excited cold laughter.
"Just by these four?" Qin Hanchu said with a smile, "If you want to kill me, you need to find a Grandmaster. Ninth-ranks will only be sending themselves to their deaths."
"Arrogant, could it be that you are already a Grandmaster!" Mu Qianyun roared.
"Although I am not a Grandmaster, I have Grandmaster guards." As he spoke, Qin Hanchu waved his hand.
With Qin Hanchu's wave, a steel arrow directly pierced the heart of a ninth-rank martial artist.
This scene scared the remaining three into paleness.
"Grandmaster archer, run quickly!"
However, they couldn't escape at all.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three consecutive arrows, and the remaining three ninth-rank martial artists met their end on the spot.
Mu Qianyun's eyes widened in terror; he never expected such a result.
These were four ninth-rank powerhouses, and they were dead just like that?
"See, these four were here to deliver kills," Qin Hanchu said with a smile.