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Chapter 413: 413: The King's Arrival_1

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: The King’s Arrival_1

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At the same time.

Across the street from the Jun Tian Grand Hotel, an elderly woman with white hair stood at the roadside, leaning on a walking stick and squinting at the battle scene opposite her.

Despite her hunched figure and face filled with wrinkles, wearing an old, washed out piece of clothing that seemed like that of a rural grandma, passersby would avoid her, fearing they might get scammed.

However, little did they know, this frail-looking old lady’s eyes sparkled with a sharp brilliance.

“It feels like this mission just got harder…”

The old woman murmured to herself in a soft voice, shook her head as if burdened by heavy thoughts, and began to walk away in a shaky and breathless manner.

This person was the third Martial Arts Grandmaster that Xu Fan had sensed.

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Around seven in the evening, Qian Zongsheng and his group arrived early at the Zhonghai International Airport, waiting outside.

They looked patiently towards the exit, standing there for quite some time as if waiting for someone, yet no one showed the slightest sign of impatience.

There was no helping it; the person they were waiting for had an astonishing status within the Flame Dragon Organization, and their Martial Dao Cultivation was legendary, powerful enough to make the whole Zhonghai City tremble with just a stamp of their foot.

Such a figure commanded respect from everyone; no one dared to show any disrespect, let alone harbor any complaints.

After all, a Martial King, the one who could tread on air—

Ancient Martial Artists channel their True Qi and use nature’s spiritual energy to counteract the force of gravity, achieving the ability to levitate and stand above the ground, transcending the mundane, thus called Martial Kings.

Such a level of strength, even within the vast Ancient Martial World, was that of a prominent powerhouse, one who could overlook the world from a great height, seeing a universe different from that of ordinary people.

And the person who could make Qian Zongsheng, a Grandmaster at the pinnacle of his realm, wait so patiently, naturally was Li Fuqiang, one of the eight Chief Stewards of the Flame Dragon Organization.

Finally, Qian Zongsheng’s gaze brightened, spotting a familiar figure in the sea of people, and he muttered in a low voice, “Chief Steward Li has arrived.”

Everyone craned their necks in anticipation, extremely curious.

When Li Fuqiang emerged, he truly was somewhat of a surprise.

He was a middle-aged man who appeared very cold and stern, tall and with thick, dark hair. Although Li Fuqiang was almost sixty, he looked to be of middle age; presumably, it was due to his profound Martial Dao Cultivation, which left him looking far from aged, but instead, vibrant with vitality and brimming with energy.

If one paid close attention, they would notice small bulges at his temples. Even with sunglasses covering his penetrating eyes, he still gave off an aura of overflowing authority.

With each breath he took, his chest and abdomen gently expanded and contracted with rhythm, much like a true Qi Gong master, as if he could exhale a whirlwind with just a breath.

This charismatic, muscular, and well-built middle-aged man turned heads wherever he went, effortlessly attracting high rates of second glances. To the opposite sex, he was universally irresistible — from mature women in their passionate thirties and forties, to young girls with budding curiosity, and newlywed women who knew what they desired, all felt their breath quicken and heartbeats accelerate, compelled to rush towards him on impulse.

One could say his charm was off the charts.

On the way, and even on the plane, there were women casting him flirtatious glances, deliberately brushing against him, and several flight attendants secretly slipped him their contact information, practically throwing themselves at him, hoping for a romantic encounter.

Such annoyances, however, were nothing new to Li Fuqiang.

“Chief Steward Li.”

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Qian Zongsheng and his group hurried forward to greet the newcomer, each calling out with respect.

Li Fuqiang removed his sunglasses in one quick motion, his stern gaze sweeping over everyone, and immediately, an invisible pressure descended, making everyone’s movements falter.

Qian Zongsheng and Gao Ziling could still adapt fairly well, but those in the Qi Drawing Realm like Xiao Bai found it particularly strenuous. They gritted their teeth and breathed rapidly, feeling the trepidation of commoners in the presence of an emperor.

It wasn’t that Li Fuqiang deliberately wanted to impose his authority on everyone, it was the majesty that came with his profound cultivation and long tenure in high positions—a dominance inherent to those above.

It oppressed people imperceptibly.

“Is everyone here?” Li Fuqiang nodded and said in a voice full of magnetism that reached everyone’s ears, “Time waits for no one, take me to meet Protector Xu.”

“Yes, Chief Steward Li, this way, please.”

Qian Zongsheng gestured “please” with his hand.

He had always been in a subordinate relationship with Li Fuqiang. When he was on the team in Zhonghai City, Li Fuqiang was already the director of the Longhu Province division. Later, when the latter was promoted to Chief Steward at the headquarters, Qian Zongsheng also took over as the Longhu Province division’s director, thanks to Li Fuqiang’s recommendation and exemplary assessment results.

In short, their superior-subordinate relationship had been close for nearly ten years, and they were very familiar with each other. All formalities and welcome ceremonies were naturally skipped in accordance with Li Fuqiang’s preferences. Practical actions were prioritized.

It wasn’t long before the group arrived at the parking lot. The three Martial Arts Grandmasters got into a luxurious sports car, and Xiao Bai and the others followed in their own vehicles, speeding along the road one after the other.

Jin Gang had recovered after several days of rest and was unusually upright, his voice filled with a sense of awe, “Is that the Chief Steward? He’s too fierce. Just by glancing at me, I felt an immense sense of danger as if a majestic lion set its eyes on me, sending chills down my spine.”

Xiao Bai chuckled and turned her head with pride in her voice, “Hmph, isn’t Chief Steward Li’s title the ‘Fiery Prison Lion’?’

Fei Ying and Jin Gang shuddered inside, acknowledging that title, which was known to be formidable throughout the Ancient Martial World.

The Fiery Prison Lion, Li Fuqiang, was one of the top three in strength among the eight Chief Stewards at headquarters, even without mentioning his renowned sixth-tier fire attribute Martial Arts Techniques. He was a legend, and his very name induced fear. Nowadays, he rarely took action, and his prowess had become even more unfathomable.

It was said that when Chief Steward Li was at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, he could fight strenuously against Martial Kings. He would confront them head-on and retreat without harm, shocking the Ancient Martial World.

It should be noted, while the distinctions between realms among Ancient Martial Artists might be minor, the differences in strength were significant. This was the case for smaller realms and even more so for larger ones, where the gap could be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

Therefore, it was rare for Ancient Martial Artists to fight across different realms. Those who could were usually mastering high-level Martial Arts Techniques, and they could defeat higher realm adversaries who possessed relatively mediocre power. This, however, was typically limited to one or two minor realms.

An Ancient Martial Artist who could fight beyond a realm higher than their own was truly extraordinary, as such feats could not easily be compensated for with higher-level Martial Arts Techniques; it demanded augmentations from multiple aspects.

For example, advanced combat skills, extensive battle experience, precise recognition of their own True Qi, and its profound utilization.

In other words, higher realms hold an innate and absolute advantage over the lower ones. They could easily defeat opponents with a mere gesture or step unless they intentionally gave the other side a chance.

Li Fuqiang’s ability to contend with Martial Kings while at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm and emerge uninjured was a remarkable feat, indicative of his extreme mastery over his combat potential.

“Captain Xiao Bai, do you think Chief Steward Li came to Zhonghai to take control of the situation here?” Fei Ying inquired curiously.

Their squad was not aware of Xu Fan’s verbal deal with the organization, not even Gao Ziling, so they assumed Li Fuqiang was there to stabilize the deteriorating situation in Zhonghai and also to capture Xu Fan—why else would his first request be to meet Xu Fan?

“You, you, are we in any position to discuss this? Watch your mouth, eat more, talk less,” Xiao Bai said with a frown and a fierce tone.

“Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. You’re so fierce. Who would dare to marry you?” Fei Ying muttered and grumbled.