The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 295 - Three Sets of Secret Martial Art Delivered to the Door

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

The highlight of every recruit competition over the years was always the team tournament with exciting scenes. However, the advent of Qin Fen, who used pure strength as his most suitable fighting style, had forced the organizing committee to make prompt adjustments on the rules of the tournament.

Ten thousand people in the stadium burst into a series of commotion. The audiences could not accept that the tournament finished so inexplicably not long after they sat down. They clamored for the suspicion of having a fraudulent ticket.

The members of the organizing committee listened to the reasons for the audience's commotion, and they all showed helpless smiles on their faces. The battles that were formed by the three teams had to cooperate with each other and often would show their own plots. It was normal to play for two days without having a result.

In the history of the recruit tournament, there was never once a battle that was over in a flash like today.

Qin Fen left the venue and went straight to his rest room. Last night's transdermal therapy did not only help Lin Jiaxuan to heal her madness, Qin Fen also got a lot of inspiration from it. His true energy had unconsciously improved greatly.

The paper cup in his hand did not crumple like it used to due to uncontrollable true energy oscillation.

Qin Fen's wrists were motionless, it was in a static state like an inanimate object. He held the paper cup in his hand. Without any wind or eternal force, the clear water bloomed series of water ripple. It was as if there was a human heart hiding in this water and gently beating, causing the entire glass of water to sway.

One minute… three minutes… five minutes… ten minutes…

The paper cup in his hand was not damaged at all. The water in it was still clear as it was at first with a series of ripples, showing no signs to stop.

It had already been ten minutes. Qin Fen's forehead showed no signs of sweating. In the past, he could have never imagined that he could do this.

He never expected that the improvement could be so huge after helping Lin Jiaxuan with the therapy. Qin Fen even felt that he could multi-task. If his right arm was intact, he should be able to hold a water cup on each side of his hands and make two true energy oscillations.

Thirty minutes later, Qin Fen knew that his first true energy oscillation did not cause any problem. He then shifted his attention to the injured right arm.

The recruit tournament was said to bring forth the most elite members on Earth, be it Caesar or Yang Lie. Each of these people had a different and distinctive aura. They didn't only reach the peak of a seven-star martial artist level, but they've also reached the sonic realm at a young age. It was possible that they could break into eight-star under this strong pressure.

The phone near Qin Fen's bedside rang and interrupted his contemplation. It was Zhao Huzi's on the other side of the phone, with his deep voice, he spoke, "Qin Fen? Come to the conference room."

"Okay."

Qin Fen was baffled after he hung up the phone. Zhao Huzi seemed to sound a little different from his usual tone, as if he was suppressing an emotion.

What happened? Qin Fen was a bit curious. There should be only a few incidents that could cause the emotion of a person at the General's level to fluctuate. He even needed to suppress his emotions.

Qin Fen suddenly stopped as he walked along the corridor outside the conference room. He stared cautiously on the wall outside the conference room.

Zhao Huzi was not the only person in the room! There was another person! And it was a master! A very powerful master!

Was he being held hostage? Qin Fen shook his head gently. Although the two auras in the room were not very harmonious, they had not reached the point of hostility. But the atmosphere was indeed a bit strange.

Qin Fen pushed the door open and immediately saw the person sitting next to Zhao Huzi.

This person did not look too old, perhaps around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. He was putting his arms casually on the conference table. His back was straight like a javelin. He stared at Qin Fen as he was walking in. His gaze was hidden with a cold light, as if he was a serpent looking at its prey.

Martial artists often have sensitive senses. Qin Fen's martial senses were much more sensitive than ordinary martial artists. His hairs were standing like an angry wild cat as he felt the person's stare. Even his true energy was moving unconsciously.

This pair of eyes was like a steel needle that caused substantial damage! Qin Fen's skin felt the chill of a cold stream faintly.

"General! Recruit Qin Fen came to report!"

Shua! Pa!

Qin Fen's back went straight again, he gave Zhao Huzi a standard military salute. His eyes stared straight at Zhao Huzi, as if he did not see the white-shirted martial artist.

The white-shirted martial artist smile lightly. He did not forget what a soldier should do even under such a gaze. Not bad, not bad.

There was no expression on Zhao Huzi's face. There was only a hint of pride from his eyebrows because Qin Fen's reaction was really making the army proud.

"Have a seat."

Zhao Huzi squinted and pointed to a position not far away.

Qin Fen sat down and found three books on the table in front of him.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art", "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms", "Vajra Protection Art".

There were three martial arts books, three sets of secret martial arts! Qin Fen's eyelids lifted a bit, he was so surprised that he couldn't believe his eyes.

The white-shirted martial artist was curious about him. Is this young man strongly grounded? That's why he could remain calm even after seeing the secret art. Or was he not obsessed with martial arts, so he only gave a glance?

There was a crisp sound of the phone ringing, and Zhao Huzi got up and walked out of the conference room with a sorry expression to answer the phone.

The white-shirted martial artist's phone also rang a while later, and he walked out of the room with no expression.

Only Qin Fen and the three sets of secret martial art were left in the huge conference room.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art"? Qin Fen sighed. It was difficult for him to learn the secret art published by the federation now because of his internal art. He couldn't practice even when the secret martial art was in front of him.

"The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon"? Qin Fen's eyes stayed on the surface of this book for a few seconds. Am I able to get some inspirations from this set of secret art that was said to be extremely fierce and add to my practice of the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists?

"Vajra Protection Art"? Qin Fen gave a pouting expression. There was a rumor that the cultivation of this art to a certain point would render someone invulnerable to weapons. The gun that was mentioned here was not the red-tasseled spear in ancient times but real firearms!

It can block bullets! Qin Fen stared at the Vajra Protection Art. Although it was said that a real master should be able to counter firearms like guns, the defense power of the Vajra Protection Art was still very incomparable. It was definitely a good thing to have such a tenacious self-defense art.

The door of the conference room was opened again. The white-shirted martial artist and Zhao Huzi came back one after another. Their expressions were different, but their eyes were both full of curiosity.

Qin Fen could interpret the question in their eyes using the psychology he learned from squad leader Hao.

"Why aren't you looking at these three sets of martial arts? Don't you want to have access to this secret art?"

Qin Fen remained silent, Zhao Huzi also remained silent. The white-shirted martial artist was silent for a while, then he evoked a light smile. He broke the silence and said, "Qin Fen, are you suspicious that these three sets of martial arts are fake?"

"No." Qin Fen shook his head. "The people who copied these three martial arts should be masters of martial arts. I can feel the strength of these three martial artists from the words of the cover. They are definitely martial art experts beyond my power."

The white-shirted martial artist opened his mouth slightly, he was surprised that Qin Fen knew that the person that copied the martial arts were masters instead of grandmasters. If the young man was not merely speaking out of random, then it should mean that he had very good eyesight.

"Since you know that this is the real martial arts, why don't you look at it?" The white-shirted martial artist squeezed a beautiful pleat between his eyebrows, "You may use them to win the championship during the recruit tournament."

"But it can also mess with my mind."

Qin Fen closed his eyes. They were not relatives, they didn't even know each other. He just placed the three secret martial art in front of him out of a sudden. Who knew what hidden agenda he had behind this huge temptation? He needed to improve everything that he had learned and to master the oscillation. It was not the time to learn other new things.

"Haha…" The white-shirted martial artist pushed the three sets of secret martial art to Qin Fen, "What if I say this is a gift? Without any condition. I'm just giving you because I want to. You don't owe me any favor."

"Sorry, I am not interested in doing illegal activities."

Qin Fen pushed the three sets of secret martial art back to the white-shirted martial artist. He still didn't open his eyes.

"Why are you closing your eyes!?" The white-shirted martial artist suddenly said with a stern voice.

"I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation." Qin Fen was very calm with a smile, "I am a martial artist. I will be tempted to see the secret martial art. But I don't want to break the law of the federation and caused my martial arts to be abolished. I have the chance to fight at the peak of martial arts without these three sets of secret martial art. But I may be ruined with them."

"Very well." The white-shirted martial artist finally smiled with appreciation. He nodded and said, "Young man, do you know who am I?"

"I don't know." Qin Fen shook his head and opened his eyes to look at Zhao Huzi. The general should know everything.

Zhao Huzi crossed his hands and there was no arrogance on the face. He said with respect, "This is Mr. Bai Sheng from the Sacred Martial Hall."

Sacred Martial Hall, the three words jumped out of Zhao Huzi's mouth. Bai Sheng's raised his chest and chin, a proud aura emerging from his body.

Sacred Martial Hall! The temple of dreams of all the martial artists in the federation! Rumors said the world's most apex-level paleo martial arts were in there. One would even have the opportunity to see martial artists at the divine beast level. A person would be the luckiest as he or she would be able to get personal guidance from them.

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