I'm Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts

Chapter 40: Power Control?

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

In less than a minute, Charles arrived outside the Hyber hotel.

He flew past it and noticed the situation near the parking lot. After landing and looking at Carroll, who was vomiting blood, he asked in surprise, “Dean Carroll, are you okay?

“Where is the Evil Grandmaster who fought with you? Did you beat him away?”

Carroll was stunned for a moment.

Then, she gritted her teeth and spat out a mouthful of thick blood. After coughing, she cursed fiercely, “Charles, how dare you... trick me!

“Evil Grandmaster?

“The evil warrior is standing over there!”

Charles turned around and saw Andrew holding a B-grade composite metal blade.

“Is this the ten-meter-long Blade Qi you mentioned?

“A third-grade fighter?”

The more Carol spoke, the angrier she got.

Charles was still at a loss, though. Why was this related to the Lightning Blade Qi?

Wasn’t it an evil fighter? Could it be related to Andrew?

Just as he was puzzled, Andrew walked over in embarrassment.

“Well, Dean Carroll, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it. I haven’t practiced the battle technique for a long time, so I couldn’t control it. Once it was released, I couldn’t take it back...

“I also didn’t expect that... your strength is not even half as strong as Chief Charles.”

Andrew’s last sentence was said in a low voice.

However, it was still heard by the two martial arts masters.

Carroll almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I’m not as strong as Charles? Use your 40-meter-long Lightning Blade Qi to strike Charles; see if he vomits blood!

Unfortunately, before she could say anything, she fainted.

Chief Charles was a little embarrassed by his compliment.

The ambulance quickly arrived and sent Carroll to the hospital.

On the bench outside the ward, Chief Charles handed a bottle of water to Andrew. He took a deep breath, and his trembling hands gradually calmed down.

He looked at the ward behind him.

In fact, this injury was not a problem for a Grandmaster. A Grandmaster’s Blood Qi was strong and vigorous, and their recovery ability far exceeded that of an ordinary fighter. Such a superficial internal injury could be recovered after a nap.

As for the coma, it was all because of Andrew’s words that directly stimulated her.

In less than two minutes, Carroll woke up.

She could hide it from Andrew and Annie, but she could not hide it from Charles, who was also a Grandmaster... However, Charles did not expose her. Instead, he allowed Andrew to call the ambulance and send Carroll to the hospital.

After all, he had encountered a similar situation before.

During the assessment, he had almost embarrassed himself, so he understood Carroll’s feelings very well.

On the side, Andrew was full of remorse and said with self-blame, “Chief Charles, will Dean Carroll be okay?

“It’s all my fault that I haven’t practiced battle technique enough and my control hasn’t reached the realm of heaven and man as one. Otherwise, when I slashed out with my blade, I would have realized that Dean Carroll was too weak and could have dispersed the Blade Qi.

“It’s a pity that I only managed to restrain thirty percent of my power... Else, Dean Carroll wouldn’t have been admitted to the hospital.”

“???”

Charles turned his head and rolled his eyes at Andrew.

Hehe.

Are you sure you’re feeling guilty?

You’re clearly showing off your strength!

According to what you said, if you didn’t restrain your power, wouldn’t you have killed Dean Carroll?

As for the state of being one with the world.

He had never heard such words before. According to his guess, it should be related to the degree of control of power.

Chief Charles didn’t change his expression and patted Andrew’s shoulder. He smiled and said, “Andrew, you are still young. Things like controlling one’s power need to be slowly cultivated. If your control can reach 100%, you can do whatever you want.”

Power control 100%?

This should be the unity of heaven and man. So, the general term here power control?

As expected of Chief Charles.

Andrew praised, “Chief Charles’ Power Control has reached 100%? No wonder... Dean Carroll gave me a very weak feeling, but Chief Charles gave me the feeling of a lofty mountain.”

“...”

Charles almost choked on his own water. If Dean Carroll heard this, she would probably faint again.

At this time, Annie walked out.

She said, “Chief Charles, Dean Carroll is awake. She invited you over, saying that she has something to discuss.”

“Okay.”

Charles walked into the ward, and Andrew stood side by side with Annie.

She had been busy in the hospital for so long, and until now, the shock in her heart had not faded. She felt like she was in a dream.

She stared at Andrew.

Annie muttered, “You... are a Grandmaster?”

When she asked this, Annie herself felt that it was a little... unlikely.

An 18-year-old high school student, a Grandmaster?

Who would believe it if it was said out loud?

It must be known that when the news of Andrew being a “third-grade” fighter was spread out, it had attracted the attention of first-tier universities in Washington, New York, and other cities to come to Boston to compete for him.

If the news of Andrew being a Grandmaster was spread out, what kind of scene would it be?

It was likely that all the universities in the country would come to compete for him.

Andrew replied indifferently, “How is that possible?

“My combat strength is only comparable to some weak Grandmasters like Dean Carroll. If I were to meet some Grandmasters who have 100% control over their strength, I wouldn’t be a match at all!”

Weak Grandmasters?

Annie blinked, her face full of disbelief.

She remembered that the Statistics Bureau had a list of Grandmasters.

Among them, there were a total of 897 people on the “Grade seven Grandmaster ranking.” Dean Carroll was ranked 340th. How could this be considered weak?

One had to know that there weren’t many Grandmaster realm martial artists to begin with.

Dean Carroll, who was lying on the hospital bed, ignored Andrew’s words. If she were to hear a few more words from him, she might faint again.

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