Andrew seemed to have suddenly remembered something.
Since he was able to increase Annieâs strength so quickly, then as long as he had enough Great Recovery Pill and sword intent grass, wouldnât he be able to quickly create experts?
Great Recovery Pill could be used to increase cultivation.
Sword intent grass to comprehend sword intent.
Golden body fragments to forge golden body.
Then, there was only one thing left... spiritual power.
From the sixth to the seventh grade, the biggest gap was spiritual power. This was also the gap between the middle-grade and high-grade martial artists that could not be crossed.
If there was another pill that could increase spiritual power.
Andrewâs eyes became fiery.
As long as these three things could be used, a person could quickly advance to the ninth grade.
Moreover, he would be a ninth-grade martial grandmaster who had comprehended sword intent, an expert among the ninth grade!
With Andrewâs help, Annie cultivated all the way until midnight.
At this time, her cultivation had already reached the early stage of the sixth grade, and she had comprehended thirty percent of sword intent.
With a casual wave of her hand, a sharp sword qi could be emitted.
âNot bad, not bad. Your current attack, even if someoneâs at the peak of the seventh grade, wouldnât dare to underestimate it.â
Andrew had a big idea in his mind.
There was a lot of sword intent grass in the system store.
10,000 strengthening points for one stalk.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
That was 100 million dollars.
100 million dollars was a good deal to use to comprehend sword intent.
Andrew immediately turned on his computer, logged into the fighter forum, and posted on it.
âSword intent grass: an extremely precious treasure between heaven and earth. Ordinary fighters can comprehend sword intent after consuming it. Fighters who have already comprehended sword intent can increase their sword intent. The effect is extremely strong!â
âThe price is 30 billion US dollars! If you want to buy it, send a private message to me.â
Andrew grinned.
He didnât earn much either. He only earned 300 times.
What he needed to think about now was whether the money he earned from the system store would be converted into strengthening points if he sold the things he bought in the system store?
It seemed to be a system bug, so Andrew was not completely confident.
After a few minutes, Andrew opened the forum again.
He wanted to see if anyone wanted to buy his sword intent grass.
In the end, no one wanted to buy it.
There was even a comment scolding him.
âYou donât deserve to be a fighter. You must be a swindler. Have Swindlers started to cheat their way into the fighter forum these days? Such a lousy grass actually dares to sell for 30 billion, who gave you the guts?â
Andrew frowned.
If you donât want to buy it, then donât buy it. Why scold others?
He looked at this personâs nickname. It was the Little Devil King.
He was a student of New York Universityâs martial arts school.
Andrew directly replied below.
âAre you crazy? If you donât want to buy such a good thing, there are many others who do. Youâre blind. You canât tell whether the thing is good or bad, but youâre still spouting nonsense here.â
Soon, the Little Devil Kingâs reply came.
âDamn liar, youâre still acting tough. Hurry up and delete the post, and then apologize. I, the Little Devil King, wonât argue with you.â
Of course, Andrew wouldnât delete it. He continued to reprimand this guy called the Little Devil King.
It was already late at night, and after the two of them had scolded each other for half an hour.
Little Devil King: âTomorrow Morning, Iâm going to participate in the National Martial Arts Conferenceâs finals, so I wonât talk nonsense with you. Do you dare to tell me your identity? After the conference is over, letâs meet.â
Andrew said, âWhat a coincidence. Iâm also participating in the National Martial Arts Conferenceâs finals. Donât wait until after itâs over. Tomorrow, weâll meet. My name is Bennett, the President of Stanford Universityâs combat club!â
âOkay, Iâll remember you.â
Both sides finished their vicious words.
Of course, what Andrew said wasnât his real name.
At that time, during the school martial arts conferenceâs selection, Bennett had left a good impression on Andrew.
He had the strength of the middle stage of the fifth grade, liked to fight, had a good personality, and was quite talented.
Andrew turned off his computer, washed up, and went to sleep.
...
At this moment, in a big hotel in New York, a teenager was wearing an angry expression.
âJax, what happened to you?â
âI got into an argument with a retard online. I think his name is Bennett. Heâs from Stanford University.â
Jax was the Little Devil King just now.
âIâve heard of him.â Jaxâs roommate nodded.
âHis cultivation seems to be at the middle stage of the fifth grade. His level isnât bad. I heard that heâs a battle maniac.â
âHis father is an eighth-grade martial artist. Heâs the director of Stanfordâs Martial Arts Bureau, Thomas.â
âThomas?â Jaxâs eyes widened.
He had naturally heard of Thomas. He was currently the number one fighter of the eighth grade on the golden body list.
Thomas could have become a fighter of the ninth grade long ago, but he wanted to forge a golden body of the ninth stage. This was something that had never happened before.
...
The next day.
At ten oâclock in the morning, a plane from Stanford University arrived in New York.
A team walked into the campus of New York Universityâs Martial Arts Institute.
Vice President Carroll personally led the team, followed by all the participating students.
Many New York University students had gathered around. They were most curious about the 18-year-old Grandmaster Thunderblade.
Jaxâs eyes kept searching the entire team.
He soon saw a tall man in the team, with dual blades on his back.
Jax had previously looked up Bennettâs picture on the Internet, so he recognized him at a glance.
Boom!
The aura of a sixth-grade martial artist instantly erupted from Jaxâs body.
He landed directly in the middle of the road and roared angrily, âBennett, you bastard, get out here!â
Bennett was instantly dumbfounded.
He did not know what had happened either.
Jax seemed to be taller than him by half a head.
âBennett, come out and fight!â
Bennett still did not understand what had happened.
Teacher Halley turned around and looked at Bennett. He asked, âDo you have a grudge with him?â
âNo.â Bennett looked innocent. âI donât even know him!â
âBullsh*t!â Jax roared angrily. âYou actually donât admit it. Youâre too despicable!â
When the two of them were arguing, Andrew could not help but laugh out loud.
âGrandmaster Thunderblade, whatâs going on?â Bennett chose to ask Andrew for help.
âCough, cough!â Andrew retracted his smile and turned serious.
âThis person is from New York Universityâs martial arts school, and you are from our Stanford University. He has issued a challenge to you. If you donât bravely stand out, you will lose the face of our school! Go, as a man, bravely step forward and fight with him!â
Andrew encouraged him. After hearing this, Bennett felt that it made sense.
Just as he wanted to step forward, he immediately backed down.
Although he was a battle maniac, it didnât mean that he liked getting beaten up.
This Jax in front of him was very famous.
He was famous in the entire younger generation and was about to break through to the seventh rank Grandmaster realm. Moreover, he was born with divine strength and had boundless strength. There was almost no opponent at the same level as him.
Not to mention that he was one level lower than Jax.