I'm Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts

Chapter 76: Fighting Against A Ninth-level Master

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

There were only so many saints. Even if he had never met them before, he had seen information and photos online.

He did not know this youth in front of him.

Andrew was not surprised at all.

Nonsense!

If it were not for his own people, he would have drawn his saber long ago!

Why am I still talking nonsense with you here?

However, when the thought of fighting against a ninth-level saint rose in his mind, it was difficult to suppress it. He shouted, “Chief Charles, don’t be bewitched by these evil warriors...”

“Andrew!”

Charles couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Shut up. Don’t talk nonsense.

“Sir Johnson is a ninth-grade martial saint. His swordsmanship is unrivaled, and he is a conferred sword saint. His strength is ranked in the top five of the ninth-grade.”

Andrew was not afraid at all. He sneered. “So what if he is a martial saint? I, Andrew, am fearless!”

Charles was speechless when he heard that. He was completely speechless.

What f*cking fearless!

The key was that they were all on the same side. Why were they fighting?

However, on the other side, Johnson’s eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Andrew and said in shock, “He is Grandmaster Thunderblade?”

...

For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

The “Three Fist Kill” grandmaster struggled to come in from the outside.

His clothes had almost been torn to shreds, and his entire body was covered in blood. He looked pretty miserable.

Of course, this was only a superficial injury caused by rolling on the road.

His fatal injuries were on his fists and arms.

Andrew’s punch had directly shattered the bones on his arms.

Fortunately, Andrew didn’t use his full strength. Otherwise, this so-called “Three Fist Kill” guy might have died from this punch.

In such a situation where the bones in the arm were broken, even a seventh rank grandmaster with a strong blood qi would need half a month to recover his body.

“This Charles... really has a pig’s brain!”

Andrew cursed in his heart. Could it be that he could not see that he had always reserved his strength every time he attacked?

But since Charles had said his name, his identity had also been exposed.

Andrew deliberately put on a shocked look and said in surprise, “Chief Charles, You weren’t bewitched? Are these people really not evil warriors?

“I heard that evil warriors are good at enchanting people, brainwashing and even controlling them with spiritual power...”

As Andrew said this, he looked at Johnson and licked his lips.

He really wanted to fight a ninth-rank master.

He wanted to see if he could fight with a ninth-rank saint.

After all, he had the system to support him.

He was not afraid of a ninth-rank saint.

Charles’s face was even uglier than dog shit. He said with a dark expression, “If they were evil fighters, Boston City would have been conquered long ago. How could they have the chance to eat and chat here?”

Johnson also recovered from his shock.

He looked at Andrew again and said, “Previously, the name of Grandmaster Thunderblade had quickly spread in the martial arts circle. I didn’t quite believe it, but after seeing you today...

“The rumors are indeed exaggerated. Half of them are true, and half are lies.”

“Grandmaster Thunderblade, how could he be a genius? He’s simply abnormal. He’s only eighteen years old, right? He defeated Grandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’ with one punch. His strength is enough to rank in the top ten of the seventh-grade ranking.”

One punch defeated three fists?

Andrew was a little speechless. Was it forcefully rhymed?

Grandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’, who had just squeezed in from the side, said with a gloomy face, “Grandmaster Thunderblade, I’m the grandmaster with the title ‘Three Fist Kill’. My real name is Connor.”

So that was the case.

Andrew showed a look of realization and subconsciously glanced at Charles. He couldn’t help but say, “Senior Johnson is too much. I just won by luck. Grandmaster Three Fist Kill doesn’t know my skills, which is why he lost. If he knew it, he could have been prepared and avoided my first punch. Maybe I’d still need a second punch to defeat him.

“Moreover, there are many hidden experts among seventh rank grandmasters. My strength is nothing.”

Look at Chief Charles.

His control over his strength was 100%. He could probably crush all the experts on the seventh rank grandmaster list.

But he was still very low-key, ranking at 300th.

This was a true expert.

“...”

F*ck!

“Three fist kill” Grandmaster Connor’s face was dark as he said, “Sir Johnson, fellow grandmasters, I’ve bought a ticket for today’s afternoon train. The train is about to enter the station. I’ll be leaving first.”

He really couldn’t stay any longer.

The injury on his arm wasn’t important. What was important was that he was a martial artist and had some fame among the grandmasters.

This kind of psychological blow was the most unbearable.

Among this group of people, he was actually the most trash.

Everyone watched Connor leave. Andrew could not help but say, “Even though his arm was shattered, his expression did not change. He did not even go to the hospital to treat his injury. He just wanted to take the train home. He is really a respected grandmaster senior.”

Hehe!

Respected?

Did you respect him?

Who respected a senior like you? Andrew had punched the grandmaster until his arm was shattered.

The other fighters did not understand Andrew. They looked at him with a strange gaze.

Charles could see what Andrew was thinking.

He did not put him in his eyes at all.

At least he knew that Boston was in danger and came to help. You just punched him until he was a level two cripple.

It really didn’t make sense.

However, it couldn’t be helped no matter how much it lacked logic. After all, he was Andrew.

They could only change the topic and say, “Everyone, he is Grandmaster Thunderblade that you all want to see, Andrew!

“He is the pride of our Boston. He is only eighteen years old, but he has already entered the grandmaster realm. His strength is tyrannical. He killed a seventh-grade crocodile demon and then killed two seventh-grade diving generals of the Heavenly God Sect in succession.”

After saying this, Charles turned his head and continued, “Andrew, this is our Massachusetts Regional Martial Arts General Administration’s Lord Johnson. He’s also the number one expert of the five great base cities in the Massachusetts region. He’s a ninth-grade saint and is titled the Sword Saint.”

“Johnson, how do you do?”

“This is Custer, the number one expert of Houston.”

Andrew said apologetically again, “Grandmaster Custer, please don’t take the matter from before to heart.”

Custer’s head still hurt from Andrew’s ‘Eye of Spirit.’

He was in a daze.

The sight in front of him was always shaking. Sometimes, it was one human figure, and sometimes, it was two human figures.

He stared at the air not far away and cupped his fists, saying, Small matter, small matter!

...

Andrew was surprised.

This Custer’s eyesight was not very good.

Charles introduced them one by one.

Only at this time did the restaurant owner dare to come forward.

Charles smiled and said, “Everyone, let’s eat somewhere else!”

“Don’t.”

Andrew said, “Change what? I’ve already paid for it... Oh right, boss, where’s My Breakfast?”

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