Chapter Fifty-Five: The Thunder God

The Black God Armor—this was the standard battle suit for planetary-level warriors of alien civilizations, capable of withstanding attacks from War Gods. Even planetary-level power could be greatly diminished by it. The armor itself was no bigger than a fist, but once bonded to its master and integrated into the body, it could cover any part, offering all-encompassing protection. Entering the Elite Training Camp, this was equipment he had to possess.

After Qin Ming familiarized himself with the armor, he resumed his cultivation.

In Mingyue Community—

“That guy actually created such a secret technique!” Wang Lang was browsing the Extreme Home website, but when he saw the Sky Step, his shock was beyond words. “It really is a leap into the air, transforming a flood dragon into a true dragon. If I want to catch up to him, it’s simply impossible!”

“Sigh! I can’t lag behind too much, or I won’t even have the confidence to associate with him in the future!”

“A dragon does not dwell among snakes!”

Wang Lang silently encouraged himself.

At the Qin residence, visitors came in an endless stream. This made Qin Yicheng so delighted he was beside himself, Luo Xia wore a smile all day, and even Qin Lulu began to hold her chin high at school without realizing it.

Jiangnan Base City, Underground Alliance Mall.

Within the country, twelve great families were part of this organization, and the Xu family was one of them.

Today, Xu Gang, the direct heir of the Xu family, arrived and found his sister Xu Xin, asking directly, “You’re in the same class as Qin Ming, aren’t you?”

“Qin Ming? Yes, I do have a classmate by that name, and he’s become a warrior too,” Xu Xin nodded.

“That’s him!” Xu Gang’s face lit up with excitement. “How is your relationship with him?”

“Just ordinary.”

“No, it absolutely can’t be just ordinary!” Xu Gang hastily said. “You’d better build a good relationship with him. If... if you could become his girlfriend, both our parents and our grandfather would be overjoyed!”

“What kind of brother are you? Trying to push your own sister to seduce a man!” Xu Xin was displeased, but couldn’t help being curious. “The family has always opposed my associating with warriors. Why are you now encouraging me?”

“That Qin Ming might become someone of godlike power in the future!” Xu Gang replied. “A super god, do you know what that means? According to our family’s assessment, even if he falls short, he’ll definitely become an invincible War God!”

Xu Xin pursed her lips. “So in the end, you’re still asking me to sacrifice myself for the family!”

“How can you call it sacrifice? You two are classmates, you know each other well. Even if there’s no affection, there’s at least some goodwill, right?” Xu Gang said. “With goodwill, feelings can be cultivated over time. Little sister, you have to understand: in a great family, one’s life is rarely one’s own. But if you ended up with him? Ha, even our uncles and cousins would have to be polite to you!”

“But he probably isn’t interested in me,” Xu Xin hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.

“Not interested? Impossible!” Xu Gang insisted. “You’re beautiful and dignified—what young man wouldn’t look at you twice? Besides, he’s only eighteen!”

Still Xu Xin shook her head. In her heart, she recalled what Qin Ming had once said: ‘Luo Feng has had a crush on you for three years!’

If he could say such a thing, how could he still have feelings for her? If he had even the slightest interest, he wouldn’t have stayed out of touch for so long.

In another day, she would be going back to school.

Of all this, Qin Ming was naturally unaware. If he knew, who could say what his expression would be?

On July 30th, in the afternoon, Liu He personally arrived to take him to the headquarters of the Extreme Martial Hall. There, Hong was already waiting, as well as another relatively young man.

“So this is Qin Ming. Truly young—seeing him reminds me of how we were back then!” The young man wore a sunny smile. “Come, come, sit. Don’t be nervous. By the way, I’m Thunder God!”

“Hello, Mr. Lei,” Qin Ming greeted him.

“Mr. Lei? Careful, or I’ll strike you to a crisp!” Thunder God couldn’t help but laugh. “Eighteen years old and already a mid-level War God. Brother, we never reached this level at his age, did we?”

“At that time, we were still on the run,” Hong shook his head.

During the Great Cataclysm, the whole world was in flight. Hong had been an assassin, but rose with the times to become the world’s number one, revered by all warriors as a god. Thunder God was not far behind, becoming the second foremost in the world.

Thunder God was originally of Indian-Chinese descent, fond of ancient martial arts and yoga since childhood. In the dark era of the Great Cataclysm, he too rose with the occasion.

The two of them—one founded the Extreme Martial Hall, the other the Thunder Martial Hall. Though their organizations competed, the two men themselves got along very well, privately calling each other brothers.

“Yes, back then, in our flight, I fell into desperate straits more than once. If I hadn’t been lucky, I wouldn’t be alive today,” Thunder God mused. “But it was those hardships that gave me depth and foundation. After stepping into the super-god realm, I exhausted all my accumulation to create the Ninefold Thunder Blade, which is my greatest pride! Looking around the world now, besides myself, only my big brother has mastered it completely. Everyone else hasn’t even grasped the eighth level. And you, at eighteen, have already comprehended the eighth and begun to explore the ninth!”

“Qin Ming, guess what my reaction was when I learned this?”

“Ha, you’ll never guess!”

“My power flared up and I destroyed a villa!”

“Honestly, if my brother hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have believed it!” Thunder God was talkative.

Qin Ming could tell this man was a chatterbox—decisive in battle, but bright-hearted.

“Why not take him as your disciple?” Hong joked.

Thunder God was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. “He’s already a mid-level War God. Given time, he’ll be super-god. Besides, he has already comprehended the eighth level of the Thunder Blade. If he were my disciple, what could I even teach him?”

“That’s true,” Hong agreed.

“Or...!” Thunder God’s eyes lit up as he looked at Qin Ming. “If you enter the super-god realm before twenty, I’ll become sworn brothers with you. I’ll be your second brother, you’ll be my third!”

Hong couldn’t help but laugh. Beside them, Liu He looked on in amazement.

Who in this world could claim kinship with Hong and Thunder God?

However, if Qin Ming reached super-god before twenty, such talent would be peerless!

In fact, Liu He knew this was all because Qin Ming had created the defying Sky Step secret technique, which even someone like Thunder God could only admire unreservedly.

Otherwise, no matter how talented, he would not be worth their notice.

“Before twenty? I have confidence in myself!” Qin Ming smiled. “By then, I’ll have two elder brothers!”

“Hahaha! With such confidence, I believe in you even more!” Thunder God laughed heartily. “Come, come, demonstrate the Ninefold Thunder Blade for me, and tell me your insights. I’ll give you some pointers to help you perfect your cultivation sooner.”

“Alright!”

As they spoke, they entered the training hall, constructed entirely of alloy and capable of withstanding a super-god’s attack.

Qin Ming drew his Blood Shadow Blade. His movements burst forth—swift as thunder, fast as lightning—stirring up storms inside the vast training hall.

His blade technique was pushed to the extreme; his power was terrifying.

“He truly has grasped the essence!” Thunder God nodded repeatedly, commenting as he observed. “The Ninefold Thunder Blade is all about speed—swift as lightning, leaving no time to react. Speed is power. When you’re fast enough, your force becomes terrifying, and with the right technique, defeating higher-level foes isn’t difficult!”

“But the ninth level is a major barrier.”

“To comprehend it, you must truly understand its meaning—the essence of speed itself!”

“Furthermore, the ninth level involves the fusion of ten streams of inner strength, amplifying power sevenfold. It’s easy to injure your arm or wrist at this stage. In this level, I incorporated the principle of yin-yang transformation, combining hardness and softness. Like monstrous waves that can crush anything, yet water itself is the softest of substances. In fact, these principles are present in the earlier levels, but at this stage, they’re perfected.”

“Ultimate hardness and ultimate softness, fused as one!”

“Internal flexibility, external ferocity!”

“A thunderous strike, unstoppable by anything!”

Thunder God explained slowly.

Qin Ming’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, he leapt and slashed—a terrifying blade wind left a mark on the wall.

“Still a bit lacking,” Qin Ming said, sheathing his blade.

“You’ve already set foot in the doorway!” Thunder God sighed. “If you were outside, feeling the force of extreme speed, perhaps you’d achieve enlightenment! Such comprehension makes me a little jealous. In time, I won’t be able to avoid calling you my little brother.”