Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 90 - 80: The Disgrace of the Martial Arts System, Someone is Going Mad (Third Update!)

Chapter 90: Chapter 80: The Disgrace of the Martial Arts System, Someone is Going Mad (Third Update!)

"I lost? I actually lost to an Old Martial Sect member!"

Xu Dong’s face was pale after removing his helmet, not just because of being beheaded but also due to the significant psychological impact of losing to a rookie from the Old Martial Sect who he looked down on.

His pride and joy, his anti-strike armored body, was unable to block the opponent’s knife-hand strike.

"From now on, I’m going to be a disgrace to Qiguang Heng University’s Martial Arts System, just like Luo Wenbin..."

Xu Dong thought about his future university life, falling into a dark hell of "being a laughingstock," "unconditionally fetching meals for roommates," "permanently losing the right to be called ’dad,’" and "having no choices in dating."

He almost blacked out, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"The tales of two stray dogs, Luo Wenbin and me, will be passed down in Qiguang Heng University’s Martial Arts System... Wait, Luo Wenbin!"

Xu Dong suddenly grabbed onto a lifeline, quickly putting his helmet back on and dialing a communication number.

"Bin bro, are you there?"

Luo Wenbin was busy posting on the forum with his alt account: "Shocking! Xu Dong from the Military Martial Arts Stream, a sophomore, suffered ultimate humiliation!" He leisurely replied:

"Little Dong, what’s up?"

Upon hearing the nickname, Xu Dong clenched his fist but spoke humbly:

"Bin bro, could you keep today’s incident a secret for me?"

Luo Wenbin couldn’t hold back his smirk, uploading the screen recording before replying:

"Little Dong, don’t be naive. There are so many people watching the Old Martial Sect’s battle record. If the whole page suddenly turns from red to green, who wouldn’t notice?"

That’s true!

Xu Dong gritted his teeth in frustration. Since it couldn’t be hidden, he could only ally himself with Luo Wenbin, the other disgrace of the Martial Arts System:

"Bin, during the opening ceremony, let’s sit separately to spread out the attention."

Luo Wenbin sneered:

"Dong, you’re too narrow-minded. We’re already nailed to the pillar of shame, so what else is there to fear? We might as well drag more people down with us!"

Xu Dong frowned; this was too despicable. Wouldn’t it be betraying Qiguang Heng University’s Martial Arts System?

Then he thought it through and found some sense in it. If more students, even those in higher grades, lost to the Old Martial Sect, their own defeat would seem more reasonable.

"What do you plan to do?"

Xu Dong asked.

"Of course, we should study the techniques of various factions in the lower ranks, give the Old Martial Sect some insight, then use alt accounts on the forum to promote our opponent’s strength, rather than our weakness..."

Luo Wenbin shared his expertise.

The two disgraceful creeps of the Martial Arts System thus united and formed an alliance.

Half an hour later, Xu Dong felt somewhat more settled after discussing the strategy.

He then continued downloading ultra-clear resources of beast girl 18R.

"What’s done is done. I lost, so might as well relax..."

...

...

"What a fierce fight! Old Liang was right, Old Martial must keep ’fighting’ continuously to keep ’winning’ constantly!"

Qin Shi exited the virtual combat room that was boiling again, still deciding who should be his next victim.

He’s already fought the Extreme Stream and the Military Martial Arts Stream.

Maybe try the Biomimicry Stream next?

Qin Shi set his helmet aside and disconnected Lin Yunqing’s ID card from the network.

He got up to survey the increasingly furnished basement. The dog-woman seemed to be decorating it like a new home, adding a lot of stuff recently.

Though, it’s all high-tech gadgets he couldn’t understand.

He glanced at the design blueprints once, which seemed somewhat like the "Gravity Room" Lin Yunqing talked about for physical training.

"Financial power really is the foundation of strength!"

Qin Shi sighed, thinking that heirs of major corporations or daughters of wealthy families could easily create a training environment at home comparable to top academies.

Even during holidays or spare time, they could maintain a steady and rapid growth rate of Life Force.

Over time, the gap between commoners and elites naturally widened.

"So, talents are not scary; having more money and working harder than you is what leads to despair."

Qin Shi pushed aside irrelevant thoughts; he’s fearless!

He then pretended to practice, distracting himself to briefly check the monument.

[Anchor Point: Qin Shi]

[Growth Stage: Embryo]

[Progress: 0.021%]

[Monument Number: Deep Sleep (Advanced), Muscle Memory (Advanced), Overgrowth (Intermediate), Extra-Sensory Perception (Basic Level), Working Warrior (Basic Level)]

[Skills: Combat Retrospect, Introspection, Predator]

He’s made significant progress lately.

Besides Life Force advancing continuously without pause, the two main accomplishments had become white obelisks breaking through the ground, standing tall, in stark contrast with other small mounds.

"The next focus should be shifting to [Overgrowth]."

Qin Shi pondered how to diversify his food sources; does eating books count?

He remembered Old Liang’s handwritten manuscript that he chewed on, digesting it to grasp the Spirit Nourishing Technique.

"I’d better ask Old Liang next time if there’s any left, just say I’m craving it."

Qin Shi considered, seemingly having no choice but to sponge off Old Liang.

New Martial Sect members preferred electronic archives or memory chips.

"Maybe the student academy still has some Old Martial Sect teaching materials."

Qin Shi scratched his head, thinking he’d have to shamelessly return to his old school, wondering if he could get a copy.

After all, he was one of the top three in the entire school, getting into Urban Circle New First Middle School.

He was once acclaimed as "the hope of Old Factory Street!"

After cultivating for several hours to complete his daily basic training, Qin Shi took the elevator to the first-floor hall.

Chen Yun had awoken, her face rosy and gleaming, evidently in much better health.

She looked at Qin Shi differently now, like a wealthy woman desperately seeking a child, meeting a miraculous fertility doctor:

"Little Qin, where did you learn these techniques? It’s amazing! I used to feel sore all over, either here or there. After your treatment, I feel much better!"

Qin Shi modestly replied:

"I learned this technique at the Jinsi Impression Footbath House on Old Factory Street. If Yun likes it, I’ll give you a bone massage next time."

Through the characteristics of [Muscle Memory], it can be seen that Chen Yun’s muscular strength was not low.

This condition was likely caused by practicing a particular martial art, leaving her in a state of constant fatigue.

"I haven’t slept this well in days, I owe you a big favor, little Qin."

Chen Yun’s straightforward personality led her to say:

"If you ever encounter any issues in the Urban Circle, feel free to find me."

This could be considered a beneficial encounter.

Teacher Lin’s connections were in the Education Department, while Yun’s background was in the Inspection Department.

Qin Shi pondered; he could dominate the Urban Circle in the future.

Though it might not be too dignified, relying a bit on nepotism.

"What did you two..."

Lin Yunqing asked through gritted teeth after listening for a while:

"What did you do while I was away?"

Chen Yun cheerfully replied:

"We touched, and we felt good... Hey, don’t scratch, don’t grab, don’t pinch! I’m wrong, I’m wrong, Qing!"

Chen Yun wanted to tease Lin Yunqing, but ended up nearly getting eaten alive by the latter, quickly confessing the truth.

"Hmph! I’ll let you off this time. Next time, no mercy!"

Lin Yunqing groaned, releasing her two fingers pinching the soft flesh, then turning to Qin Shi, who was casually watching the fun from the sofa:

"Assistant Qin, my neck has been hurting lately, and I haven’t been sleeping well either."

Qin Shi immediately took over:

"In my hands, I’ll guarantee a cure. I have 198, 398, and 698 packages, Teacher Lin, which one do you need?

By the way, Yun, could you add me to your contacts?"

Chen Yun habitually wanted to tease again but shrank back under Lin Yunqing’s menacing look:

"Sure, but I’m usually very busy with work. Don’t schedule any meals, tea, or movies; I’m generally unavailable."

Qin Shi smiled:

"Yun, you previously enjoyed the 198 package from my place. We accept cash and credit."

This response froze Chen Yun’s smile, but Lin Yunqing beside her laughed gleefully.

"Little Qin knows how to do business..."

Chen Yun pulled out her phone to add the contact, but then received a call.

It’s the director again!

"Damn balding middle-aged man, doesn’t he have a wife to accompany?"

Chen Yun cursed inwardly, but smiled as she answered the call.

A few minutes later, her expression turned serious yet slightly gleeful:

"Someone from the Qin Family is about to go crazy. A batch of their goods at Jiushong Port caught fire, causing a big explosion.

Qin Lihao just received the bill at noon to pick it up tonight, but this happened in the afternoon."