Chapter 9 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

"Dien brother! Dien brother, you're wrong! You shouldn't say that to me! You..." "Sister Uyen Ninh." I called out to her. She was stunned, looking at me through teary eyes. "Last night you said you wanted me to be the chef for Mr. Khai Minh." Her face immediately turned pale. "This proposal is quite good." I smiled slightly. "But the reverse would probably be more appropriate." This sentence is not heavy. But To Uyen Ninh seemed to be struck by lightning. Her whole body shook, tears immediately flowed out, she bit her lips and couldn't say a word. I turned my head to look at To Khai Minh. He kept his head bowed. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word. His shoulders were tense as steel plates, his knuckles were squeezed until they made cracking sounds, blood dripped from his palms onto the tile floor. "Cousin." He finally raised his head. I saw those eyes, inside was an emotion so complex that it was impossible to analyze. Surprise, unwillingness, jealousy, anger, confusion... there is also a bit of fear that is being tried to be suppressed. His lips moved slightly. "I..." Only one word could be said, the words behind were stuck in his throat. I know what he wants to ask. How can you? Based on what? It's obvious that you're just a piece of trash— He didn't dare say these words anymore. Because the Vice Palace Master of the Martial God Palace was still standing behind me. "First place in Area C, very powerful." I said. “Really.” I didn't mean to be sarcastic. But precisely because there was no intention to mock, this statement made people feel even more pain. Because first class area C is 867,431. And three parts of my power is 9,847,621. This problem doesn't need me to calculate. Everyone present here can calculate clearly. To Khai Minh's face distorted for a moment. Then he turned and strode into the main house. The sound of the door closing was very strong. The impact caused dust to fall from the door frame. I don't chase. There is also no need to evict. Chu Can coughed softly behind him: "Mr. To, it's not early yet. There are still further processes in the palace that require your personal presence." I nodded. Look at the To family's gate one last time. I have been going in and out of this gate for eighteen years. During those eighteen years, every time I walked through this door, I bowed my head. Because trash doesn't need to raise its head. Today, I walked out with my head held high. The moment I turned around, my father's voice rang out from the crowd: "Dien Nhi!" Hoarse, carrying tremors. I stopped walking. Don't turn around. “Dad.” “I…” His voice was broken. “When will you come back?” I thought. “I don't know.” As soon as those three words fell, a very soft sob came from behind that was tried to be suppressed. It's my mother. I closed my eyes for a moment. Then go towards the black military combat vehicle. Chu Can personally opened the car door for me. The moment the car door closes, all sounds behind are blocked out. The watching eyes, the crying, the regret, the collapse, all were blocked outside the car door. Car starts. The engine emits a low roar. Three combat vehicles slowly left the To family's gate. I leaned back in the chair, watching the scenery outside the window constantly recede. In the palm of his hand, Tran Thien Lenh felt warm and close to his skin. I suddenly felt a bit funny. The whole family thinks I'm trash. I believed for eighteen years. Even I myself believed for eighteen years. What about the results? The person known as “The Strongest Martial God”, who holds the highest record in the history of National Martial Arts Exam data, has a strength value of 4.82 million. The three parts of my power that I used freely were twice that person's. So from beginning to end, it wasn't that I was too weak. It's that the To family's standards are too unreasonable. Or it could be said— The Su family is not an ordinary family. They just never told me this. Why? Temporary

I still don't have the answer to this question. But it's okay. Bring Tran Thien Lenh to Vo Than Temple. Sooner or later the answer will appear on its own. Outside the car window, the skyline of Zhongzhou city spread out under the sunrise. I took out the half bottle of mineral water I hadn't finished drinking from my bag, screwed the cap on and took a sip. Warm water. Sufficient.