Beaten Up!

Late at night in Xia country.

Martial Arts Administration, Primordial Universe Beginner Village Management Group.

The lights were still on in Group Leader Nie Qing's office.

At the sandalwood desk, Nie Qing, who was dressed in a blue work shirt, looked at the two deputy team leaders of the management team and asked, "Old Luo, Little Yuan! What do you think of this new "Black Earth" in the novice training field?"

"Village Chief! What's there to see?" Deputy Team Leader Little Yuan lit a cigarette and said nonchalantly, "Isn't he just an ordinary rank 3 martial arts apprentice? Looking at his performance at the beginner's training ground last night, I estimate that his combat skills are only at the early-stage of rank 3. At most, he won't exceed the mid-stage rank 3!"

The village chief was Little Yuan's nickname for the group leader.

After all, their management team was in charge of the Beginner Village.

The Primordial Universe bounty issued by the novice training field last night had also been issued with their approval.

"I feel that it's… very ordinary!" The older deputy team leader, Old Luo agreed, "Black Earth's brain and thinking talent should be not bad, but his physical growth talent is really too trashy! Otherwise, with such high combat technique, it's impossible for him to be just a martial arts apprentice. He should have been an official martial artist long ago! Overall, he's too far in only one strength. There's no value in nurturing him!"

"Chief, don't tell me you're pulling me and Old Luo to work overtime in the middle of the night because of such a small matter?" Little Yuan complained. After thinking for a while, he muttered, "But… it seems that it's really difficult for anything big to happen in the Beginner Village! I guess it's not bad to work overtime occasionally. By the way, can I report overtime pay at night?"

"Haha! I'm not asking you about how talented he is!" Nie Qing lit a cigarette for himself with a smile and threw one to Old Luo. "I just think that this kid is too arrogant! He's obviously trying to use our novice training field to farm potions! We have to suppress him!"

Old Luo nodded. "The record for consecutive wins in the beginner's trial was 18 rounds. He has already won 20 rounds in a row. He should indeed be suppressed! Otherwise, if his winning streak record is too high, it will be too fake!"

"There are already many senior official martial artists who have accepted the bounty mission we issued! Let's just drink tea and watch his win streak end at 20 rounds! However…" Nie Qing suddenly said," This kid still hasn't logged on the Primordial Universe. Don't tell me he's chickening out? In that case, wouldn't we have set up a battle for nothing? "

At this moment, the group leader's secretary, Gao Yue, pushed open the door and walked in. She reported, "Group Leader, Black Earth has already logged on to the Primordial Universe and has already started queuing in the novice training field! Do you want to take a look?"

"What's there to see? We won't go over to take a look! We just brewed a pot of good tea. We can't waste it!" Nie Qing waved his hand and said, "Little Gao, follow our original plan and match the nine official martial artists selected in order from the weak to the strong!"

"Yes, Captain!" the secretary said and hurried off to make the arrangements.

"Come! Tea!"

The three team leaders of the management team did not take "Black Earth" seriously at all. In their opinion… wasn't he just a martial arts apprentice? No matter how strong he was, how strong could he really be? The mid-stage third rank was already the limit!

Moreover, even if he was really at the mid-stage third rank, he was only 18 years old! How could he compare to the nine "old wily" official martial artists they had carefully selected?

Sure enough, after only five minutes, the secretary pushed through the door again.

"Well? Is it over?" Little Yuan asked with a smile, sipping his tea. "This match lasted three or four minutes? This Black Earth's strength has exceeded our expectations!"

"Not one, but…" The secretary looked puzzled. "Three!"

"Three rounds?" Nie Qing, Little Yuan, and Old Luo, the three team leaders, sat up straight in unison. "He won all of them?"

One had to know that matching took time! It also took time to win and end the battle!

Five minutes, three rounds! Counting the time it took the secretary to walk back and forth, wouldn't that mean that each round ended instantaneously?

"Yes!" the secretary reported. "One punch ended all three games! Twenty-three wins in a row already! Next what should I—"

"Continue with the original plan!" Nie Qing waved his hand.

"I really didn't expect this martial arts apprentice to be at the late-stage of the third rank!" Old Luo sighed.

"To be able to instantly kill a mid-stage rank three, that's undoubtedly a late-stage rank three!" Little Yuan added, "But so what? He wants to slap our faces with his little strength?

"Continue drinking tea!" Nie Qing said.

Still …

The three of them only drank for a while before the secretary walked in again. "Group Leader, 26 consecutive wins…"

"What!?"

"Come again?"

Nie Qing and Old Luo raised their voices in shock.

"Pfft!" The youngest little Yuan couldn't help but spit out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Fortunately, his reaction time and speed were extremely fast. The moment he spat it out, he caught all the tea in the air and sent it back into the teacup.

"Twenty-six consecutive wins… what next?" the secretary asked.

"Peak of the Third Rank! I didn't expect him to be at the peak of the third rank! How rare! How many years has it been since a peak of the third rank martial arts apprentice appeared?!" As the leader of the Beginner Village's management team, Nie Qing was a person who had seen many things. He sighed slightly before saying, "Let's follow the original plan! 26 consecutive wins is his final destination. He's going to encounter an opponent at the peak of the third rank in the next match. It's impossible for him to win 27 consecutive victories!"

"Yes! That Black Earth is only eighteen years old. With the same combat technique, he can't be a match for those wily old foxes!" Old Luo agreed. "So he'll definitely lose the next round!"

"But…" The secretary hesitated, then asked, "What if he's in the fourth rank?"

"Fourth rank? Hahahaha…" Little Yuan couldn't help but laugh. "He can't be fourth rank! Have you heard of any martial arts apprentice who has reached the fourth rank in combat techniques?"

"I… don't think so!" The secretary thought for a moment. She had never heard of it.

"Of course not!" Little Yuan sneered and said firmly, "Even in the entire Blue Planet, there hasn't been a fourth-rank martial arts apprentice! There wasn't one in the past, and there won't be one in the future! — Don't worry and continue the original plan!"

"Yes!" The secretary left, puzzled.

The secretary did not understand why there could not be a "fourth-rank martial arts apprentice"; but the three team leaders present understood—although punching force and combat technique seemed to be distinct and unrelated, in fact, they complemented each other!

The stronger the punch, the easier it was to comprehend higher combat techniques. The stronger the combat technique, the easier it would be for the punching force to grow.

If his combat skills really reached the fourth rank, even if his physical growth talent was really extremely poor and he never cultivated his punching force… Even in such an extreme situation, his punching force would naturally grow to the level of an official martial artist.

This was like saying that a high school student had poor math talent and never studied math. But… because he was a high school student, he had to be better at math than a primary school student!

Similarly, because you are at the Fourth Rank, your punching force can't be very low! No matter how low it is, it must have at least reached the level of an official martial artist!

…

However, when they thought about how Black Earth's combat technique were actually at the peak of rank 3, they still sighed.

"It must be more than ten years since an peak rank 3 martial arts apprentice has appeared, right?" Old Luo sipped his tea and couldn't help squinting. He was either savoring the tea or reminiscing.

"It's nothing! He's at the peak of the rank 3. What can he do?" Little Yuan was still indifferent. "The higher his combat technique is, the worse his physical growth talent is! It's not worth spending too much effort to nurture him!"

Nie Qing and Old Luo did not say anything, but they nodded slightly in agreement. "Only those who are balanced in all aspects can walk further on the path of martial arts!"

"Tea, tea!" Nie Qing called out. "Can't you let us have some tea in peace? After being interrupted twice, even the tea doesn't smell good anymore! By the way, Little Yuan, do you want to change your teacup? It feels quite disgusting to drink what you vomited in the cup!"

"No…"

Little Yuan was about to say "no need" when the secretary ran in again.

And this time, she was in a hurry, clearly anxious. "GroupLeader, bad news! We've been blown up!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

All three of them spat out their tea in unison.

And in their shock, this time none of the three managed to reclaim their sputtering tea into their cups.

The three team leaders looked at each other and saw the shock and disbelief in the each other's eyes.

"Fourth rank!?"