Published: February 19, 2025
CHAPTER 13: King of Martial Arts
Chen Chu's home is located in the suburbs. Although it's within the city limits, it actually lies in an old urban village.
The surrounding buildings are low, two to three stories high, each household has a small courtyard, and not far away is a rushing tributary of a large river.
It was Sunday afternoon the next day.
In the scorching summer heat, Chen Chu sat at his computer desk, browsing posts online about mutated beasts and the cultivation world.
He hadn’t paid much attention before, but when Chen Chu intentionally focused on these messages, he discovered that in recent years, various allied nations had been ramping up efforts to suppress the mutated beasts appearing domestically.
Especially in the Amazon Rainforest, mutated beasts had become so numerous that they were out of control, and some people even captured images of giant pythons over a hundred meters long in the river.
At this level, these mutated beasts had reached the scale of giant beasts.
In addition, there had been unrest in several areas within one of the allied nations.
Leading the unrest were some cultivators who were unwilling to let ordinary people hold power, claiming they wanted to establish a cultivator's kingdom where everyone could cultivate.
Some analysts suggested that there were shadows of Cultists of the Evil God behind the unrest.
This international incident attracted a lot of attention, and local residents also posted videos from the scene.
In the videos, many strong cultivators charged at machine gun positions, completely ignoring the dense bullet fire, moving at terrifying speeds, crossing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
With each movement, they unleashed terrifying power, effortlessly collapsing walls and overturning armored vehicles, destroying positions in the blink of an eye.
In the face of such powerful beings, those ordinary soldiers seemed weak and helpless like lambs to the slaughter.
Only the occasional explosions, launched grenades, or even anti-tank rockets could slightly hinder them.
In just over ten minutes of video, the city's administrative center was breached, with flames and screams everywhere, along with sporadic gunfire.
After watching all this, Chen Chu felt a bit relieved that he hadn't crossed over into these chaotic allied nations.
At that moment, he heard Chen Hu's voice from downstairs: “Bro, do you want to eat watermelon?”
Chen Chu shouted back towards the door: “Slice it up, and I’ll eat it.”
“I knew you would say that.” Chen Hu brought a watermelon from the freezer, quickly cut it into pieces, and then brought it upstairs.
Chen Hu slipped into the room and, setting down the watermelon, curiously glanced at the computer: “Bro, you're also paying attention to Keluoya's cultivators and the official battle events?”
Chen Chu picked up a piece of watermelon, somewhat surprised: “You know about this too?”
Chen Hu proudly took a bite of the watermelon, mumbling indistinctly: “Of course, I'm going to be the king of martial arts, isn’t it natural to pay attention to international affairs?”
“King of martial arts? I'm still the Pirate King.” Chen Chu retorted.
Chen Hu looked puzzled: “Bro, what’s the Pirate King? Is it the king of the sea? Is it powerful?”
Chen Chu was speechless: “The name is already 'pirate,' it must be someone being chased by the navy everywhere, you think that's powerful?”
“Well then, never mind. I'm going to be the strongest king of martial arts in the world.”
Chen Hu sat on the edge of the bed, eating watermelon: “By the way, bro, when I opened the freezer just now, I saw a lot of frozen fish. Did you buy so many? Are we going to eat all of that?”
“And frozen fish isn't tasty at all, it tastes dry.”
“Those aren’t for us.”
Chen Hu was stunned, puzzled: “Not for us? Then who are they for?”
“Look! It’s for that one.” Chen Chu pointed with his chin at the desk, where a robust hexagonal power salamander, measuring thirty-two centimeters, was lazily sprawled.