Chapter 29: Western Madman, Eastern Heretic, Northern Beggar, and Southern Emperor All Together??

Late at night.

In a luxurious standalone villa within the Starry Sky Mecha Academy of the Imperial Capital Base City.

A platinum-colored Mecha swiftly slashed through the air in the courtyard, its powerful Blade Aura tearing through the atmosphere as violent waves of Combat Energy rippled outward.

"Ahhh!!!"

The Mecha plunged its blade into the ground with both hands and roared, recklessly unleashing its Combat Energy.

After a while, the turbulent Combat Energy lingering in the air dissipated, and the Mecha's chest opened to reveal a young man who appeared no older than eighteen or nineteen.

His physique was well-proportioned but not overly muscular, though the slight twist at the corner of his mouth suggested he could truly embody the arrogance of a Dragon King if he smiled. His head held high exuded pride, yet a glint of cold determination flickered between his brows.

"Young Master, have some water."

At the same time, an elderly man appeared silently beside him, respectfully offering a bottle of what appeared to be water—though in reality, it was Energy Recovery Fluid worth a thousand federal credits.

"Gulp, gulp—" He downed it in one go.

"Young Master, your Blade Intent has reached perfection. This old servant suggests you take some time to rest and adjust. Progress in the Blade Dao cannot be achieved overnight."

"Rest? How could I possibly rest?!"

The young man suddenly became agitated, turning to glare at the old man with eyes as sharp as swords, their depths burning with boundless fury.

The old servant was momentarily dazed by that gaze.

So similar!

Too similar!

That very look—it was just like the old master in his youth...

But the next moment, the young man seemed to recall something, and his entire demeanor deflated.

"By the way, what's the status of that Zhou Luo, the so-called strongest genius of Dragon Country? Has his Combat Level reached Tier Two? How does his Blade Dao compare to mine?" he abruptly asked, changing the subject.

"That Zhou Luo is far too arrogant. This old servant believes he is not even in the same league as you, Young Master. I suggest—"

"My suggestion is that you stop suggesting. Just answer what I ask!"

Before the old man could finish, the young man cut him off sharply.

The old man raised an eyebrow and then relayed the information he had gathered.

"Zhou Luo arrived at the War God Academy yesterday and adopted the alias 'Western Madman.' A month ago, he sold the corpse of a peak Tier Two Exotic Beast—completely intact, killed in a single slash."

"This old servant estimates his strength to be at least late Tier Two, possibly even peak Tier Two. In terms of combat prowess, he defeated Xiong Zhan in one strike and swept through the useless second-year seniors at Tier Two."

"During his duel with Xiong Zhan, he suppressed his Combat Level to peak Tier One. His Blade Dao realm remains unknown for now."

"This is infuriating!!"

The young man's proud expression twisted in anger, and the pebbles on the ground bore the brunt of his frustration as he kicked them away violently.

"Those damn bastards holding me back is one thing, but how is there a genius like Zhou Luo in Dragon Country? I have the backing of a ninth-tier family and an eighth-tier expert like you helping me level up, yet I still can't compare to Zhou Luo?!"

"I've wasted my life. I'm tired. Just let the world end."

With a flip of his hand, the young man produced a bottle of liquor and downed half of it in one go.

This young man was Di Yi, the top genius of the imperial capital. While rumors claimed he was at the peak of first-tier, his actual Combat Level had already reached mid-second-tier.

Di Yi knew that none of the top ten prodigies in the Dragon Kingdom this year were simple. Those guys might have secretly reached second-tier as well.

He never expected that a small place like Canglan Base City would have someone like Zhou Luo.

First, there was Liu Qingxue, who was already outrageous, and now there was Zhou Luo too—damn, this was insane!

"His codename is Western Madman, right? Fits his style perfectly."

"Yes."

"My family has a little money and a little power. Since I'm from the north, I'll do the opposite. Starting today, my codename will be Northern Beggar Di Yi!"

The old man at his side twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth. Young master, what kind of game are you playing now?

Meanwhile, in a cozy room within a standalone villa at the Divine Martial Mech Academy in Demon City, a tall, peerlessly beautiful girl stood alone, staring blankly out the window.

The light cast Liu Qingxue's silhouette onto the wall, outlining her flawless curves.

"Stupid Zhou Luo! Jerk Zhou Luo! Unreliable Zhou Luo!"

"You went to the War God Academy without even telling me—I'm so mad!"

"And you took the codename Western Madman? Yeah, that's pretty arrogant. You promised me, but then you stood me up!"

Liu Qingxue lowered her head dejectedly, glancing at her figure, and couldn't help but wonder—was she not attractive enough?

"I can't see my toes… Doesn't the internet say that girls who can't see their toes when they look down are considered top-tier? Does Zhou Luo really not like me at all?"

"Wait."

"Actually… Zhou Luo never promised to come to Divine Martial Academy."

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned awkward.

"Hmph! If your codename is Western Madman, then I'll pick one too! Divine Martial Mech Academy is in the east, and I'm very gentle—so I'll be Eastern Heretic!!"

Liu Qingxue chuckled softly.

The usually icy Liu Qingxue actually smiling so sweetly—if others saw this, wouldn't they lose their minds?

She then logged into the Virtual Mecha Platform to see if Zhou Luo was online. She was ready to challenge him again.

Meanwhile, in Raging Wave Base City, inside Azure Sky Academy.

"That bastard Xiong Zhan actually went to the War God Academy to get himself beaten up. I was planning to mess with him a bit, but now I can't."

"It's no fun without Xiong Zhan here. I was even going to introduce him to a few girls."

A particularly flamboyant young man sipped his coffee with satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the mecha standing proudly before him.

This was his mecha—Golden Radiance.

He was Xiong Zhan's "good brother," Jin Haoyu.

His Golden Radiance mecha was entirely gold, exuding an air of nobility. Clearly, he was very pleased with it—otherwise, he wouldn't be admiring it so intently.

"Brother, can you not drink coffee at night? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" A young man who looked strikingly similar to him sat on the sofa, exasperated.

His real younger brother—Jin Haobin.

"I like drinking it, what's the problem?"

"Forget it, I'm in the mood. I won't sleep tonight—I'll go practice with my halberd!"

"Pfft—!!" Jin Haobin couldn't hold back and spat out his water, splashing Jin Haoyu in the process.

Jin Haoyu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists tightly—clearly restraining himself.

Seeing this, Jin Haobin's expression changed. "I didn't mean to, bro! I'll buy you an identical set right away!!"

Jin Haobin slipped away like greased lightning. His brother had an extreme case of mysophobia, and since he often got beaten up, he'd been afraid of Jin Haoyu since childhood.

From the distance, Jin Haobin's grumbling voice could still be heard.

"I already told you—say 'halberd,' not 'f*ck.' You're the one who made me laugh!"

A few breaths later, Jin Haoyu opened his eyes, the urge to beat someone up already gone.

Ah well, he'd just have to endure his own brother.

If it had been anyone else standing in front of him, he would've punched their head straight into their stomach.

At this moment, he found himself missing Xiong Zhan—his favorite punching bag.

"Western Madman Zhou Luo—damn it, there's actually someone even more flamboyant than me? No matter how badass he is, Jin Haoyu's in! Starting today, I'm calling myself the Southern Emperor!"

(End of Chapter)