"I feel like he's holding back some anger," Lin Xiao observed from the audience, sensing that the medic seemed intent on returning the pressure these people had imposed on him at the Ning family.
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a telepathic message.
"I want to come and collect information."
"..."
Only Qi Tian could say something like that.
"You can collect information inside as well," Lin Xiao refused to let him out. Certain prices had to be paid.
Inside the arena, the medic stared at Geng Qiuque, adopting a stance – the starting posture of their Northern Frontier military boxing.
In the past few days, he had been diligently cultivating at home, not only to increase his internal true qi but also to commit to memory the entire section of his Ning family's "forbidden books."
He would not use anything that harmed the natural order, but after studying that knowledge, he finally understood why the Ning family members cultivated at a slower pace than others.
Their cultivation techniques were deliberately weakened.
A portion of them was kept in the forbidden books.
Once the cultivation method was complete, his cultivation speed had increased tenfold!
Initially, he had simply returned to the Northern Frontier to catch up with his long-unseen brothers, have some drinks, and then rejoin the Dragon King Army. He hadn't expected to encounter these individuals from the Misty Immortal Palace here, let alone witness them arguing with his former comrades. How could he stand by and watch?
"I admit, you have great talent."
Geng Qiuque gazed at the medic, "But, our disciples of the Misty Immortal Palace are all celestial prodigies."
"Come, celestial prodigy," the medic beckoned with a finger, his expressionless face saying, "I hope you can last a few more moves than your junior brother."
Lin Xiao pondered why he was required to be in the Northern Frontier while watching their spar.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.
He had heard a rumor once.
Just a rumor.
It was said that the Dragon Lord was also a former soldier.
In his youth, the Dragon Lord had led countless people in battles across the land, defending the borders, and had even single-handedly stirred up trouble in the United States.
If it weren't for his current concern for the nation and his advanced age, he might still visit the United States for leisure.
Only a few people could issue him red-letter documents, and based on the intentions of the elders above him, he felt... this document was left for him by the Dragon Lord.
Could it be that the Dragon Lord was planning something significant?
...
"After so many years, the United States' technology is still so advanced, I can't help but envy it! It's a pity their physical bodies are a bit weak, otherwise, they could be even stronger."
The Dragon Lord looked at the scattered wreckage, shaking his head in disappointment.
The ground was littered with the corpses of augmented humans.
"Apart from strategic weapons, their individual combat strength is the same as it was decades ago; impressive to look at but useless in practice."
The Dragon Lord stepped over the remains and walked towards the distance.
He possessed ample information, such as the exact number of checkpoints and augmented individuals on the path from here to the White House. He knew it all clearly.
As long as the United States didn't go mad and launch a nuclear missile directly at their White House, he could guarantee his safe passage through it seven times.
"Long time no see, I wonder if he misses me?" The Dragon Lord took two steps and arrived at the entrance of the White House.