Chapter 110: Getting an Access Card at the Military Technology Depot

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Deep down, Zhang Chu cursed Zhang Daoyi for his lack of morality. Liu Tianhe also forced down his anger, his gaze at Zhang Chu burning with a desire to tear him apart alive.

He and Zhang Xueying had grown up together; their families were close friends. To win Zhang Xueying’s heart, Liu Tianhe had put in tremendous effort: losing weight, working out, joining the Armaments Department, and rising to the position of deputy director. That wasn’t enough—he even advanced his martial cultivation, reaching the terrifying level of a 7-star Dual-Force Warrior by age 35.

Still not satisfied? His father, Liu Xun, personally came to propose marriage. But Zhang Xueying, citing her youth, went straight to the Martial Research Institute as a teacher, not even returning home. Yet, Liu Tianhe had never given up—until today.

Zhang Chu appeared at the Armaments Department.

Liu Tianhe’s defenses shattered!

“There’s no need for this. I just came to have a look,” Zhang Chu said, not a fool. Rival suitors always grow especially hostile when meeting, but he was only a shield for Zhang Xueying. Why risk everything?

Liu Tianhe was a 7-star Dual-Force Warrior—a military martial artist whose every strike was lethal. Zhang Chu had no wish to stir up trouble.

Turning to leave, thousands of warriors swiftly compressed into a surrounding circle, their powerful aura pressing down.

“If you want to be Sister Xueying’s boyfriend, you need to prove yourself. At least you have to beat our Deputy Director Liu to qualify.”

“That’s right. Deputy Director Liu and Sister Xueying are a perfect match. Who do you think you are?”

“Don’t dare to fight? Then just admit defeat!”

Damn! There was no way out now.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chu’s scalp tingled.

Looking up, he spotted Zhang Daoyi near the office windows of the administrative building, holding a coffee cup as a mere spectator. “Sister Xueying, your old man is really unreliable. Anyone who marries into our family is doomed to be played to death!”

“The City Lord, Tianhe is a 7-star Dual-Force Warrior. You’re just poking the fire. If Zhang Chu gets hurt, forget about how Sister Xueying will react—Luo Zhidong and Guan Zifang from the Martial Research Institute won’t let us off easily either,” an old man behind Zhang Daoyi said worriedly.

“Our Armaments Department has its own style. If you want to marry my daughter, Zhang Daoyi, you’d better have some real strength. Besides, if this kid gets hurt, it’s a disgrace to Old Guan; he won’t have the face to complain.”

“Don’t tell Xueying about this.”

Zhang Daoyi said.

“Yes.”

The old man left the office and immediately sent a message to Zhang Xueying: “Xueying, your father wants Zhang Chu to fight Liu Tianhe. Come to the Armaments Department quickly, or your little boyfriend is going to suffer.”

Zhang Xueying, driving back to school, saw the message and immediately turned the wheel toward the Armaments Department. “Zhang Daoyi, I knew you had ill intentions taking Zhang Chu there!”

A 5-star facing off against a 7-star was like being ground into the dirt—a devil’s march!

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At that moment, Zhang Chu lowered his head, deep in thought.

He couldn’t chicken out.

He couldn’t show off.

He managed both, but never expected to face Liu Tianhe.

“Mr. Zhang Chu, if you’re scared, just admit defeat publicly. Our Armaments Department won’t bully you,” Liu Tianhe pressed.

He wanted to beat Zhang Chu badly but needed a reason. If Zhang Chu refused to fight, any unilateral attack would break military rules and anger Zhang Xueying.

“What’s in it for me if I agree?”

Since there was no avoiding it, a fight was inevitable. But Zhang Chu wouldn’t act without gain.

The Armaments Department’s resources were no less than the Martial Administration Bureau’s—some even special, like group battle techniques. He had to get something valuable; otherwise, it wouldn’t feel right.

“A wager?”

Liu Tianhe was stunned, as was everyone present. This kid was bold enough to propose a bet—he intended to win!

Laughter erupted around the arena.

Except for Zhang Daoyi and a few senior officials, Liu Tianhe was the top military martial artist.

“Mr. Zhang Chu, just say what you want,” Liu Tianhe said magnanimously, waving his hand. As deputy director, he had the authority to offer rewards.

“Win first, then we’ll talk. Don’t want you feeling pressured,” Zhang Chu smiled slyly.

He had already decided what to ask for—something sure to make Zhang Daoyi spit blood. A little revenge.

The surrounding warriors whistled, calling Zhang Chu arrogant.

Soon, the two stepped onto the arena.

“Military duels honor strength above all. I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a 5-star Dual-Force Warrior,” Liu Tianhe said, drawing the Thunderstorm Greatsword. Electric currents crackled along the blade.

“Don’t hold back, or you’ll owe me,” Zhang Chu retorted, brandishing the Red Flame Sword and beckoning with a finger.

This insult inflamed the Armaments Department warriors.

Liu Tianhe’s face darkened, gripping the Thunderstorm Greatsword as he charged at Zhang Chu.

The Thunderstorm Sword Technique belonged to the advanced 7-star swordsmanship category. Though Liu Tianhe had trained less than a month, his proficiency was solid enough to reach the entry level—brutal swordplay combined with elusive footwork.

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He opened with a heavy strike against Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu parried with the Red Flame Sword, retreating several steps, his arm tingling. “The power of a 7-star Dual-Force Warrior is truly formidable—at least twice as strong.”

“Well done, Deputy Director Liu!” The crowd thundered applause as Zhang Chu fell back.

Liu Tianhe smiled, pressing the attack, refusing even to use spiritual battle skills.

Because... Zhang Chu wasn’t worthy!

Zhang Chu dodged while executing the Thirteen Flames Sword technique.

In his mind’s eye, he activated the system, practicing the Teleportation Technique. Old Guan had said that teleportation combined with battle skills could allow one to fight beyond their level. He had to prove himself.

Just as Liu Tianhe prepared a decisive strike, Zhang Xueying arrived at the arena.

“No!” she shouted.

Seeing Liu Tianhe leap into the air, the Thunderstorm Sword crackling with power, poised to strike Zhang Chu, she rushed forward.

“Teleportation!”

At that instant, Zhang Chu vanished.

His spiritual energy locked three meters behind Liu Tianhe.

When he reappeared, Zhang Xueying halted, astonished. “What technique is that? Could it be... Old Guan’s Teleportation Technique?”

Then Zhang Chu threw a punch.

The 6-star battle skill Skyrocket Cannon sent Liu Tianhe flying.

Bang!

When Liu Tianhe tumbled off the arena, the Armaments Department warriors snapped back to reality.

Their top genius was instantly defeated.

Had Zhang Chu been playing dumb to hide his strength?

“Deputy Director Liu, are you alright?”

“How is this possible? He’s only a 5-star!”

Liu Tianhe’s expression twisted with shock, terror, humiliation, and rage.

A 7-star Dual-Force Warrior was knocked out with a single punch—utterly disgraceful.

“Deputy Director Liu, you agreed to the wager. No backing out now,” Zhang Chu smiled.

“What do you want? A star beast core? Or a concentration pill? Name it, and it’s yours!”

Liu Tianhe just wanted to leave quickly. It was a humiliation beyond words.

“I heard the Armaments Department has a special training facility for military martial artists, called the Military Skill Library. Get me a pass,” Zhang Chu said.

“No problem, right?”

Hearing this request, Zhang Daoyi in the administrative building felt his blood pressure rise. “This kid is unbelievably audacious—he’s even eyeing my Military Skill Library!”