"As expected of the essence of vegetation."
Shen Ping continuously threw several punches, and the data on the tester remained around 58,000. This meant that his pure punching power was already close to the minimum standard of a God of War. As long as he continued to take Bluebeard Ginseng, he would sooner or later reach the physical quality of a God of War.
Next, he went to test his speed and neural reaction time.
His speed was also close to the God of War level, but his neural reaction time was slightly worse.
"If I fully unleash the Ninefold Thunder Blade, my strength will reach that of a Mid-Level God of War, and even be on the higher end of Mid-Level God of War!"
Among the more than three thousand Gods of War Global, most of them were at the elementary and intermediate levels. The number of Advanced Gods of War was very small, and as for the Invincible Gods of War, they were even rarer, more scarce than council members.
If Shen Ping were to apply for the Hua Zhong Base City martial arts hall president with his current strength, he would easily get approval from the Dojo of Limits headquarters. However, he couldn't expose himself. Although during the Great Nirvana period, many Gods of War and council members rose rapidly Global, like Hong and Thunder God, who became Gods of War in a short period, things were different now. Almost all ruins Global had been discovered, and it was rare for a martial artist to rapidly improve in a short time.
Even some talented Psycher Masters or martial artists couldn't do it.
So if he exposed himself, it would definitely attract covetousness. After all, he had been unknown for more than ten years, and his potential was obvious. If he suddenly rose, anyone could guess that he had a secret, unless he reached the Planetary Level and feared no covetousness. Otherwise, keeping a low profile was the safest.
Shen Ping would never underestimate the greed of human nature.
He shook his head.
He suppressed these thoughts.
He left the training hall and walked towards the manager's office.
Knock, knock.
He stood at the door and knocked.
"Come in."
Walking into the office, he immediately saw Manager Chen Yitong sitting at his desk, looking out at the high-rise buildings outside the window. The Dojo of Limits in Hua Zhong Base City had four major figures: the president and three managers. Manager Chen Yitong was responsible for the Dojo of Limits' external resource trade.
This was also Shen Ping's purpose for coming here today.
"Hello, Manager Chen. I am Shen Ping of the Raging Wind Squad. Captain Qin Shan should have mentioned me to you, right?"
Chen Yitong heard Qin Shan's name and suddenly realized, smiling kindly, "He just called me yesterday. Have a seat."
Shen Ping quickly sat down on the chair next to the desk.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Thank you, Manager."
He took the tea and sat upright. In terms of strength, he was stronger than this manager now, but in terms of identity and status, the other party could easily crush him.
"Qin Shan told me that after you left the squad, you opened a materials company and want the Dojo of Limits to allocate some weapon quotas to you each year, right?"
Shen Ping nodded repeatedly, stood up, and said, "Yes, my company has just started. If I can sell some of our martial arts hall's weapons, it will develop more smoothly."
All items within the Dojo of Limits, such as secret manuals, combat blades, shields, and combat uniforms, could be purchased by internal members at half price as long as they had a certain amount of contribution points. Some items at half price were almost at cost, but items purchased at half price were nominally not allowed to be privately resold. Of course, this rule was only on the surface; for example, some members secretly resold gene agents, but the martial arts hall usually turned a blind eye.
In addition to the internal platform, the martial arts hall also sold various items to martial artists from other forces, but the prices were considerably higher. However, due to the good quality, some wealthy martial artists would still purchase weapons and combat blades from the Dojo of Limits.
Shen Ping's purpose in coming this time was actually to apply for some agency business in order to expand his customer base.
Manager Chen asked, "How much quota do you need?"
"Around one billion should be fine."
Combat blades, shields, and combat uniforms were not cheap, so a quota of one billion was actually relatively small, almost insignificant compared to the items sold by the Dojo of Limits each year.
Manager Chen nodded. "Alright, no problem. However, this year's quotas have all been distributed. Come over in January next year, and I'll sign for you."
Shen Ping immediately said gratefully, "Thank you, Manager Chen."
Manager Chen laughed heartily. "No need to be so polite. We are all from the Dojo of Limits. Of course, we should help if we can."
Shen Ping thanked him again and left the office. The manager had many things to deal with, and he dared not waste his time. However, he knew that Manager Chen's quick agreement was mostly due to the captain's influence.
So, when he reached the ground floor of the martial arts hall, he called the captain.
"Did it work out?"
"Yes, Manager Chen agreed to give me a quota starting next year. Captain, you have a good relationship with Manager Chen, don't you? Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"
Captain Qin Shan was just an ordinary Advanced Warlord, and his influence wasn't significant enough to go through the martial arts hall manager.
Shen Ping was also quite puzzled about this.
A hearty laugh soon came from the other end of the phone. "It's good that it worked out. Before I formed the Raging Wind Squad, I used to hunt monsters with Manager Chen in the Wilderness Area. We have a decent relationship. Don't spread rumors. When your company develops, I'll talk to him again and get you more quotas. It doesn't matter who gets them anyway."
Shen Ping suddenly understood. "Captain, thank you. I'll treat you to a drink later."
"You promised! Last time Mu Yang went to Zheng City, you didn't even tell me. That's not fair."
"Alright, I won't talk anymore. I'm still in the Wilderness Area."
He hung up the phone.
He felt grateful. Whether it was during his time in the squad or after he left, the captain had given him a lot of help. When his strength could be revealed in the future, he would definitely repay the captain well.
…
Once winter passed.
The year entered 2050.
January.
Shen Ping's physical quality finally improved to the God of War level after continuously taking Bluebeard Ginseng. Although he had just reached the passing line, he was a true God of War, which made him incredibly excited. That night, he made love to his wife five times.
If it were before, Li Yuewei definitely wouldn't have been able to bear it, but her physique had improved and she was no longer as delicate as before.
And after diligent efforts.
In the middle of the month.
His wife became pregnant again. This time, she followed Shen Ping's suggestion and resigned from her job at the HR Alliance Mall, but she still insisted on going to work at the company.
That night.
The Raging Wind Squad returned from the Wilderness Area. Shen Ping hadn't gotten off work at the company yet, so he rushed over to join their gathering.
Arriving at the mall's private room.
The few of them ordered several cases of alcohol and began to drink heartily.
"The New Year is coming soon. This time, after returning, the captain plans to rest for one or two months and then go to the Wilderness Area again at the end of March."
Mu Yang and Shen Ping each chugged a bottle of beer, then leaned in and said, "Shen Ge, you have time, right? You really need to guide me with my blade techniques. Sigh, my blade techniques in the Wilderness Area are too poor and affect my performance. If it weren't for the captain's help, I almost had to quit like Shen Ge."
Shen Ping's expression tightened when he heard this. "What, did you hunt an Advanced Beast General?"
With the Raging Wind Squad's strength, hunting Mid-Level Beast General monsters would not be a problem as long as they were careful and cautious. Only when facing an Advanced Beast General would the team members feel powerless.
Mu Yang hesitated for a moment, glanced at the captain, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention, he whispered, "It wasn't an Advanced Beast General. We encountered another martial artist squad. They ambushed us while we were hunting monsters. They're really scum."