MM Racing Chapter 160 Rising to Fame
Chapter 160 Rising to Fame
The next day.
Song Chen stopped 500 meters outside the city gate of Anning City.
It took him a whole day to travel from Qinghu Base City to Anning City.
He looked up at the city walls of Anning City, which remained unchanged. The guards at the city gate were changing shifts, yawning and looking relaxed.
It seems martial law has been lifted.
He stood outside the city gate for a minute.
The Illusionary Eye silently spread out, reflecting all the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations into the mind: pedestrians entering and leaving the city gate, guards on the city wall, and early-rising merchants on the street.
Without a Grandmaster, Lu Chenzhou's presence was not in the city.
Song Chen withdrew his senses. He remembered that Lu Chenzhou had been sent to guard Anning City to investigate the fact that the fifth-tier beast king had appeared on the outskirts twice and then disappeared, but now his aura was not in the city.
Was there progress in the investigation, and they tracked them down? Or was there some other reason?
He didn't think about it anymore; if someone is gone, they're gone, and thinking about it is useless.
As he was about to enter the city, he noticed his heart skipped a beat.
It was a very light tap; if he hadn't had such precise control over his body down to every muscle and every blood vessel, he probably wouldn't have even noticed it.
Is this nervousness?
Standing outside the city gate, Song Chen carefully assessed his own condition and found that his heart was indeed beating faster than usual.
He fought his way from Anning to Tianhai, from Yunbo Island to the sea, from the sea to South Asia, from the Ganges River estuary in South Asia to the Himalayas, from the Himalayas to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to Qinghu Base City, and from Qinghu Base City back to Anning City.
Tens of thousands of kilometers, tens of thousands of strange beasts, and I killed no less than ten fifth-tier beasts without ever feeling nervous.
Standing at my front door now, my heart skipped a beat.
Song Chen's lips twitched slightly, and then he walked towards the city gate.
The martial artist guarding the city gate was a middle-aged man of the second rank, surnamed Wu, who had been guarding the city gate of Anning City for twelve years.
He was looking down at the entry and exit registration form when he caught a glimpse of someone approaching, but he didn't look up.
"Identity document, reason for entering the city."
Song Chen handed over the phone.
Old Wu took it, stuck it on the scanner, and a message popped up on the screen.
Song Chen.
He glanced at it habitually, then his finger hovered in mid-air.
Old Wu suddenly raised his head.
Compared to when he left Anning City a few months ago, Song Chen has changed dramatically.
The main change was in his demeanor. Back then, he was a young man who had just become the top scorer in the college entrance examination, and his eyes were full of focus and ambition.
Old Wu glanced at the deep emotion etched in those eyes and dared not look a second time.
"Song...Song, the top scholar? You're back."
Old Wu's voice was a little off.
Song Chen nodded.
Old Wu nearly dropped the registration form in his hand, wondering, "How did you get back? Weren't you at Tianhai University? What's with this fluctuation in your qi and blood? Is that S-rank sword on your back?"
But Song Chen has already moved on.
The streets of Anning City are exactly the same as they were a few months ago.
Most of the sycamore leaves have fallen, and sanitation workers are sweeping the streets.
Steam rose from the steamer at the breakfast stall, and the proprietress was packing buns into plastic bags.
The hardware store owner squatted at the entrance smoking, chatting idly with the old man next door who repaired shoes.
The public tactical screen at the intersection was playing the morning news, but the volume was low and it was barely audible on the street.
As Song Chen walked down the street, her pace unconsciously slowed.
He travels 400 kilometers a day on the plateau and moves hundreds of meters per minute through hordes of wild animals, but on this street, he walks a little slower than an ordinary person.
"The top scholar of the Song Dynasty?"
An auntie carrying a shopping basket stood by the roadside, squinting at him.
Song Chen recognized her; she was Aunt Chen, who lived in the next unit. Aunt Chen sold bean products at the market and often gave him soy milk when he was a child.
Aunt Chen's voice echoed throughout the entire street.
"It really is you, Scholar Song!"
"Hey, you're back? Didn't you say you were going to Tianhai? Are you on vacation?"
"How come you've lost so much weight? Your face is all sunken!"
Song Chen's expression was somewhat unnatural; it had been a long time since he had heard such a tone of voice.
"Aunt Chen," he called out.
Aunt Chen looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on the knife on his back for a second, but she didn't think much of it.
"Oh, you even know how to greet people, not bad, not bad."
"Do your parents know you're back? They probably don't. Hurry back. Your mom was talking about you yesterday, saying she doesn't know if you can get used to the food in Tianhai!"
"it is good."
Song Chen continued walking forward.
Unbeknownst to him, the city of Anning was already in an uproar the moment he stepped through the city gates.
Three thousand students sat upright in the auditorium of Anning No. 3 Martial Arts High School.
Today is the weekly martial arts theory class.
Standing on the platform was Jiang Bo'an, the vice principal and director of the martial arts theory teaching and research office. He was fifty-two years old, a third-level upper-dan master, and had been teaching in Anning City for thirty years. His hair was gray, his back was straight, and his voice was full of energy.
Jiang Bo'an stood on the podium, with the giant tactical screen behind him lit up.
There will be no lecture today.
"Let's watch a live combat video today."
The three thousand students were in high spirits; the real-world footage was much more interesting than the theoretical lessons.
Jiang Bo'an opened the tactics screen.
The screen lit up.
The city walls, a horde of beasts, countless strange creatures surged toward the city walls like a tide.
Among the three thousand students, someone let out a low cry: "Level three beast tide!" Then they saw a person.
He leaped off the city wall and charged into the horde of beasts, beginning his slaughter.
The auditorium, which could hold three thousand people, was completely silent.
Then the person stopped, facing a fifth-tier Blade-armored Dragon Lizard, and a golden blade light flashed.
With one cut, it was completely cut open from head to tail.
The auditorium, which could hold 3,000 people, exploded.
"Holy shit!"
"Who is this?!"
"One cut? One cut?"
"A single strike at the upper level of the fifth tier!"
"Has any grandmaster arrived?"
"Wait, why does this person look so familiar?"
……
Jiang Bo'an did not stop the students' noise; he waited a few seconds until the noise subsided on its own.
Then he paused the video, which froze on the young man's profile as he wiped the blood off the knife.
His face was cold and hard, and he was extremely young.
"That's right, the powerful figure who single-handedly cut through the beast tide is none other than your senior, Song Chen."
The auditorium, which can hold 3,000 people, exploded for the second time.
It was louder than the first time.
"Song Chen?"
"Is that the top scorer in this year's college entrance exam?"
"How is that possible!"
……
The lobby on the third floor of the Anning City Martial Arts Association.
More than a hundred martial artists gathered around the public tactical screen.
Someone saw the battle footage from Qinghu Base City on their phone in the morning and forwarded it to the martial artists' group in Anning City. Then, martial artists from half the city came.
On the tactical screen, the battle has been played seven times.
No one left, and every time it was played, someone discovered new details.
A martial artist pointed at the screen: "Look at the angle of his third strike. That wasn't a random slash. The point where his blade landed was precisely at the center of the highest density of the beast tide."
"The vital points of all the strange beasts are on the same straight line along the path of the blade's flight; he calculated it before he even drew his blade."
Another martial artist chimed in: "Look, the instant the blade's aura changed from dark purple to golden purple, he adjusted his grip on the blade."
"It's not the standard grip; it's a 15-degree reverse grip. This way, when you make a slashing cut, the blade can cut along the gaps in the Ice Crystal Python's scales, avoiding the hardest scales."
The battle on the screen played for the eighth time.
Suddenly someone said, "Hey, doesn't that look like Song Chen?"
The hall fell silent instantly.
Anning City, this small base city, has never had much of a presence in the martial arts circle. The most powerful martial artist it has ever produced is only at the fifth level.
It seems like it exists now.
Eighteen years old, fourth rank, killed a fifth-rank upper-level opponent with a single strike.
……