Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Mocked By A Dog
The Martial Arts Department (MAD).

Cheng Dongfeng was staring blankly at his phone after the call had ended, only coming to his senses for a while.

It wasn't an earthquake?

Just a heritage site collapsing?

…A heritage site had collapsed!!!

His eyes abruptly widened. He turned towards Duan Tianhe and Ji Dongxu who looked equally blanked, and muttered with a hesitant voice, “Old Duan, Grandmaster Ji… did I hear it wrong just now?”

The heritage site of Mount Dadong had collapsed?

“Wait, that's not it!”

Cheng Dongfeng suddenly exclaimed. “It's no secret that there's a heritage site on Mount Dadong, and the elite who guarded Yuzhen had negotiated with the Graywolf King many times before about opening it, but never reached an agreement. Still, the Graywolf King was afraid to open it itself since the ensuing phenomenon would startle us human elites… so why would it do that now?”

The heritage site must be opened before it could collapse, right?

Did Jiang He and the Graywolf king open the heritage site together?

But according to Jiang He's personality, would he sit down with the Graywolf King to discuss opening the heritage site?

Wasn't that impossible?

More like taking the knife to the Graywolf King while discussing it.

Cheng Dongfeng's eyelids twitched at the thought and said hoarsely, “Gentlemen, do you think Jiang He killed the Graywolf King?”

Was there a need to ask?

Duan Tianhe grimaced, rubbing his temples as he said, “It's just been a few hours since Deputy Zhou called us, telling us to relay word to Jiang He so that he wouldn't start trouble. We just didn't imagine that he killed another Feral King in the blink of an eye…”

He sighed helplessly.

But what could be done now that things have come to this?

It was merely a Feral King, and if it was dead, it was dead. At most they would just have to pay additional lip service in the negotiation between Minister Wang and the Dragoncroc Emperor, although Duan Tianhe did not even report the matter at once since it was not yet confirmed that the Graywolf King was dead.

He sought out Bai Feifei and told her, “Gather some personnel. We'll be leaving for Mount Dadong in ten minutes.

Although she was not sure what happened, Bai Feifei did not ask any questions when she saw Jiang He's solemn look, promptly turning and going off to prepare as ordered.

Duan Tianhe turned towards Cheng Dongfeng, remembering something then, “By the way, did Jiang He say anything just now, Old Cheng? I think I heard Dumbo and Trumbo…”

“Dumbo is his dog, Trumbo is his cat.”

Cheng Dongfeng explained, “Jiang He told me to bring them to Mount Dadong, that they would be useful.”

He almost laughed even as he spoke.

Dumbo?

Trumbo?

Jiang He was such a genius at naming!

Nonetheless, Duan Tianhe took no notice and frowned. “It's over a hundred-and-fifty kilometers to Mount Dadong. Why bring a cat and dog over there?”

Be that as it may…

Twenty minutes later, after Duan Tianhe drove to Jiang He's home, he finally realized how laughable his opinion was!

Dumbo and Trumbo were standing on their rear legs. The dog was folding its front paw in front of its chest and holding an S-grade alloy longsword, while the cat held an S-grade alloy combat blade over its shoulder, which was up to four times its own size.

Then, perhaps because holding it like that was uncomfortable, Trumbo's body shook as it transformed, expanding into the size of an adult person.

And that was not the most important part.

Most importantly, the cat and the dog's aura actually made Duan Tianhe's heart skip a beat.

Gulping while seated at the front passenger seat, he stared at the cat and dog that were approaching his car, quietly muttering, “Old Cheng… Jiang He's cat and dog are already rank seven?”

Rank seven!

And they had not ascended recently!

Would he even win against them?

But surely… he would?

After all, Ferals would not have any advantage against human elites of the same tier since they lack exquisite martial arts, weapons, and combat suits… even if that cat and log looked almost human as they held those weapons, could they really wield it?

Did they know blade techniques?

Swordplay?

Duan Tianhe became calmer at that thought.

Still, while his thoughts were in disarray, Dumbo and Trumbo had arrived beside the car and opened the door, settling down at the backseats primly.

On the driving's seat, Duan Tianhe turned around to smile at Dumbo and Trumbo, chuckling, “Shall we go now, Dumbo, Trumbo?”

“Fool!”

Dumbo suddenly glared, barking, “Are the likes of you allowed to say our great name?”

Each word of its angry exclamation was pronounced in perfect Mandarin without any errors, and most importantly it was so loud that the car shook.

Meeeeoooow!!!

Trumbo actually started mewing too, even lifting its paw, poised to draw its blade. Dumbo, however, reacted quickly and held Trumbo back, shaking its dog head as it said, “Calm down, Trumbo. That ugly man is master's grand-disciple, and master would punish you if you killed it.”

Meow?

Trumbo tilted its head in thought, and then reached out a paw to feel around its buttocks, before taking out a piece of grilled meat to eat.

Up front at the driver's seat, Cheng Dongfeng's face went red in irritation, “Who are you calling ugly, dog?”

Dumbo's eyes rolled into his head humanly, it's mouth curling up as it coolly said, “Who's who? Alright, master has called us about this, so let's go right away. Don't make my master wait.”

“What the heck…”

Cheng Dongfeng's short temper instantly raged, and this time Duan Tianhe had to hold him down and communicate through Secret Acoustics, “Calm down, Old Cheng, calm down. Why stoop to a dog's level?”

Taking a deep breath several times to calm himself, Cheng Dongfeng then started the car and drove.

Dumbo spoke again just as the ignition started.

This time, he was speaking in Xibei dialect with some degree of disdain, “This car can't be more broken. Why are we still in this? My master's car is so awesome—it drives on its own with voice command. We could sleep while driving, and wake up to find us arriving at our destination.”

Duan Tianhe: “…”

What the hell!

The dog's mockery… was so upsetting!

Meanwhile.

Mount Dadong.

Jiang He was keeping Yan Dehao company, sitting on the rubble and asking about the Sky Demon Cult.

After Yan Dehao gave him a simple rundown of what he knows, Jiang He asked uncertainly with a frown, “Grandmaster Yan… isn't your information inaccurate? I heard that the Sky Demon Cult has deep pockets with countless elites, but you're saying that they only have around twenty rank-eight, around five rank-nines, two divine-tier elites, and one Void-tier elite, who is also their leader… aren't their elites too few?”

Yan Dehao clutched his forehead, unable to find the right word just then.

The Sky Demon Cult still had around twenty rank-eight, around five rank-nines, two divine-tier elites, and one Void-tier elite…

And that was weak?

'Fine, they certainly are not that formidable to you, Jiang He, but are you not aware why their elites are dwindling at the moment?

'You killed two when it comes to cardinals alone!

'In addition, both Sentinels, the Senior Elder, as well as Elders Third to Sixth were all killed by your hands. You have also halved the number of Holy Children who amounted to less than ten in the first place, as well as over a dozen of Decans.'

How many elites would the Sky Demon Cult have left after all that?

Beside him, Jiang He mused to himself for a long while before sighing emotionally, “Since the Sky Demon Cult is so weak, I should make time to wipe them out and call it job done…”

Chapter end