Chapter 67: The Deceased War God ‘Lugang’

Luo Feng couldn’t help but smile. The world was indeed amusing. Five months ago, he had come here as a martial arts academy student taking the test, living with his family in a low-rent housing complex. In the blink of an eye, he was now residing in the Mingyue residential area, and acquiring tens of millions of credits had become effortless.

“Uncle Wu, you can handle the test this time. I’ll just watch,” Luo Feng said with a smile as he sat aside, where a waiter promptly brought tea and desserts.

“You’re insane,” chuckled a man in training gear, another instructor at the Limit Martial Arts Academy. “Rumor has it you’ve slaughtered tens of thousands of monsters these past two months? And almost all were high-tier beast soldiers? Have you truly broken through to the ‘Initial War General’ rank?”

“I’d say so,” someone else nodded in agreement.

Wu Tong also nodded. “An Advanced Warrior-level martial artist couldn’t possibly slaughter so many monsters like cutting through melons and vegetables. Even if Luo Feng hasn’t officially reached the Initial War General level, he must be very close. I remember Luo Feng practices the ‘Nine Thunder Blades’—he must have made some progress in that technique.”

Luo Feng was momentarily taken aback.

Indeed.

He had slain over ten thousand monsters in less than two months, most of them high-grade beast soldiers. Such efficiency was nearly impossible for an Advanced Warrior-level martial artist. No wonder many thought he had reached the Initial War General level.

“They say the ‘Nine Thunder Blades’ is really hard to master, and the manual is extremely expensive,” another martial artist chimed in.

“It is hard,” Luo Feng nodded with a smile. “I’ve only made a small breakthrough.”

“Ah.”

Everyone, including Wu Tong, looked at Luo Feng differently now. The ‘Nine Thunder Blades’ was an ultimate martial manual. Many had purchased it, but most couldn’t even pass the initial stage. To master such a technique meant one could fight beyond their level.

“Hey, Luo Feng!” a voice came from outside. Luo Feng turned his head and saw it was Brother Chen.

“Luo Feng, I heard you came back. I didn’t expect you to be here so early,” Chen Gu laughed as he approached. “By the way, do you have any plans tomorrow? Going to the mourning ceremony for Senior Lu Gang?”

“It’s a big event. We’re all going. Luo Feng, we’ll go together,” Director Wu Tong said.

Luo Feng sighed and nodded. Yes, he definitely had to attend.

The late Senior Lu Gang was the Super Warrior who had perished during the Level-3 Rat Tide two days ago. Although Luo Feng hadn’t personally experienced the Rat Tide, he had been in the wilderness when it broke out. The death of a senior evoked a sense of shared sorrow. Luo Feng naturally wanted to pay his respects.

During the day’s Novice Warrior test, Luo Feng and the others watched the younger generation undergo their trials. There were eight candidates in total, and three of them passed.

Among these eight, one was actually someone Luo Feng knew—a senior student from the Yian District Limit Martial Arts Academy. However, this senior student failed to pass.

…

The next morning, the temperature was low. Around the ‘Hero Hall’ funeral home in Jiangnan Base City, the area had been completely sealed off, as many people were coming to mourn Senior Lu Gang.

The five members of the Fire Hammer Squad gathered together, all dressed in black.

“There are so many people today,” Chen Gu couldn’t help but exclaim. Luo Feng also looked around. The surrounding streets were already filled with mourners. Most importantly—this was only the first day of mourning, and only martial artists, family members, and high-ranking government officials were allowed in.

From tomorrow onwards, for seven days, the general public would be permitted to come and pay their respects.

Even so, there were already over ten thousand people gathered here—these were the elite of Jiangnan Base City. Some were high-ranking members of family conglomerates, others were government and military officials, but most importantly, there were many martial artists. Among these martial artists were even Super Warriors!

With a fallen Super Warrior, it was only natural that other Super Warriors would come to mourn—a case of shared sorrow among the elite.

“The national TV station is here too,” Luo Feng remarked, eyeing the broadcasting van.

“The mourning ceremony for a fallen Super Warrior is broadcast nationwide on television,” Gao Feng mused. “How many Super Warriors die each year across all of Huaxia?”

This nationwide television broadcast was a privilege reserved only for Super Warriors and even higher-level martial artists. Warriors and War Generals didn’t receive such honors. Even in the military, only a select few top generals were granted such treatment.

“Look, there’s the mayor of Jiangnan Base City. And next to him, isn’t that the leader who often appears on TV?”

“Wow, look at that—HR Alliance’s twelve families. That’s the head of the Xu family from our Jiangnan region.”

When Luo Feng heard the Xu family mentioned, he looked over. It was an elderly man with white hair and a slightly plump build, appearing to be in his eighties or nineties. Yet, he exuded an aura of someone who had long held a position of power. Four subordinates followed behind him.

“Over there is the Super Warrior Zhuge Shan, the older brother of Zhuge Tao, the director of our Limit Headquarters.”

Murmurs spread among the martial artists.

Indeed, the people gathered here today were all top-tier figures—whether from the political, military, economic, or martial circles, they were all the upper echelon.

“The mourning ceremony in front has started,” Gao Feng glanced ahead. “But we’ll have to wait until later to go in.”

“Let’s wait. It’s rare to see so many experts in one place,” Chen Gu said with a smile.

Luo Feng and his companions stood at the edge of the street, waiting like the rest of the martial artists. Some of the VIPs had already gone ahead to pay their respects.

“Beep!”

A sleek, pitch-black disc-shaped aircraft flew directly from a distance toward the Hero Hall funeral home. The military personnel guarding the area made no attempt to stop it. The Super Warriors, the mayor of Jiangnan Base City, and the high-ranking government and military officials who had entered earlier all came out to greet the arrival.

“A big shot is here,” Chen Gu’s eyes lit up.

“What the hell? Who is it?” Gao Feng was equally astonished.

The people already present were practically the crème de la crème of Chinese society. Super Warriors were top-tier martial artists. The mayor of Jiangnan Base City was undoubtedly a first-class official—after all, there were only six base cities in the entire nation, and this position was far more prestigious than the provincial governors before the Great Rebirth era.

Yet, all these people had come out to personally greet the newcomer.

“Who is it?” Luo Feng looked closely. All the martial artists, including the TV crews, stared intently, no one daring to speak.

Silence filled the air.

The disc-shaped aircraft landed slowly, and the hatch opened.

A lean man with a hooked nose and dressed entirely in black stepped down the ramp. His expression was somber, and his eyes glistened with tears. As he stood there, it felt as though the surrounding tens of meters had been swallowed by darkness, making him appear like a god within that space.

“Councillor Zhu,” one of the welcoming Super Warriors addressed him.

The man with the hooked nose sighed softly but said nothing. He nodded slightly at the Super Warriors, the mayor of Jiangnan Base City, the officials from the capital, and the military generals who had come to greet him, then walked directly toward the funeral home.

The others followed behind him.

Silence reigned.

Only after this group of VIPs entered did murmurs gradually return to the outside.

“Who is this person?” Luo Feng was filled with curiosity. This was undoubtedly one of the most powerful and prestigious figures in the entire nation. Even national leaders rarely commanded such respect that several Super Warriors would wait here in reverence. Super Warriors generally held little regard for high-ranking officials.

“We don’t know,” Chen Gu and others shook their heads.

Gao Feng’s ears twitched slightly as he listened and whispered, “I heard someone over there say that the person just now is named ‘Zhu Xi.’ I’ve heard of that name before. He was once a very famous Super Warrior, but later on, I never heard anything about him—he rarely showed up. I heard online that this Zhu Xi has surpassed the Super Warrior level and become one of the ultimate existences.”

“An existence beyond the Super Warrior level?” Luo Feng and the others inhaled sharply.

Good heavens.

Such an existence could stand on equal footing with an entire nation! The nation had to treat such people with utmost care and reverence. They were the ultimate peaks of human society. No wonder all these family conglomerates, political figures, military leaders, and even the highly respected Super Warriors had come to greet him.

In short—

Such a person was like a god among humans.