Participating in the Martial King level selection are thirty-seven people.

There are seventeen in the Guardian Hall but only eleven showed up; twenty from Baiyun Martial Academy, and six from the headquarters.

This time, Baiyun Martial Academy took the majority.

Fang Che turned his head and saw Old Man Shen and Li Changkong standing on one side, nodding and smiling at him. Fang Che's heart warmed, and he nodded slightly, showing a bright smile.

Then he entered the hall with the others and saw two people sitting above.

Chief Zhao Shanhe sat high above with a stern face. Upon seeing Fang Che, he immediately adjusted his mood, and his face turned dark, his eyes filled with disdain.

Deputy Chief An Ruoxing sat slightly lower on one side, a smile on his handsome face.

His eyes caught Fang Che and faintly revealed a smile, nodding slightly.

"Greetings to the Chief."

All thirty-seven people bowed in unison, thirty-six of them bent deeply, only Fang Che stood out by bending slightly and straightening up.

Zhao Shanhe's face became even darker.

He glared at Fang Che and said calmly, "Fang Che, why don't you salute properly?"

Fang Che snorted and said, "Chief, I just bent down to greet you."

"You call that a salute?" Zhao Shanhe said angrily, "Such perfunctory!"

Fang Che said, "How does the Chief want me to salute? Just say the word, kneeling is not off the table; as long as you think it's insufficient, I can keep saluting."

Zhao Shanhe was fuming with smoke coming out of his ears, "This is contempt for your superior!"

Fang Che said, "Chief, I don't know where you got that idea, I don't understand how I could have offended you."

Zhao Shanhe's face was as dark as coal.

But indeed, Fang Che did salute, although the bend was minimal, it was still a bow.

If the esteemed Chief were to say 'you didn't bend deep enough', Zhao Shanhe would feel ashamed.

An Ruoxing laughed heartily and said, "Chief, calm down. Fang, the Chief Steward, is visiting the Southeast Headquarters for the first time, it's understandable if he doesn't know the etiquette. Let it go, let it go."

Zhao Shanhe snorted, full of frustration, glaring at Fang Che.

The other thirty-six participants looked at this competitor as if looking at an immortal.

Oh my god.

In this world, there's actually someone so bold.

A mere Guardian Hall's Chief Steward actually confronted the Chief of the Southeast Headquarters head-on. What a sacred person.

"You thirty-seven people, will pair up for battle. In the end, only one victor will follow me to the Guardian Headquarters for the next selection."

Zhao Shanhe clearly wasn't interested anymore.

He skipped all the formalities and official language.

"Go wait in the back. You'll be on the stage soon! The victor will be rewarded."

With a wave of his hand, he wanted to dismiss everyone.

Fang Che loudly asked, "I wonder what the reward is? Is it merit points?"

Zhao Shanhe held his breath, full of malice, and said, "You, a mere First Grade King level, actually want a reward?"

Fang Che said, "Of course, I dare not hope for such luxury, but with so many seniors from Baiyun Martial Academy around, I must ask clearly, lest it's only twenty points and everyone needn't hold their hopes."

"Cough cough cough..."

An Ruoxing started coughing.

Zhao Shanhe was fuming with smoke coming out of his ears, about to rise in rage as he slapped the table.

Then a loud voice came from outside, dripping with sarcasm: "This Southeast Headquarters really has a big ego, being a lousy officer, acting like they've become the Grand Guardian, tut tut, losing their temper and showing off power to the subordinates, truly skilled at it. So proficient, they must practice passionately on a regular basis."

It was indeed the voice of Old Man Shen.

Then Li Changkong was heard persuading, "Your temper is truly bad, do you know what occasion this is? Can't you say a few sentences less? Besides, do you know how much they had to bribe to become Chief after all these years? Spent so much money, letting off some steam and acting cool, why not?"

Old Man Shen said, "You have a point, after all, they dare not show off to the superiors, nor to the equals, they can only assert authority over the lower ranks to highlight their dignity, Changkong..."

"I'm here, what advice does big brother have?" Li Changkong asked respectfully.

"In the future, you must cultivate well, in case you get posted somewhere as a big official; without strength, you can't act cool." Old Man Shen said.

Li Changkong said with displeasure, "Big brother, what are you saying? Can't I act cool without strength? I can bribe too. I can network, as long as I'm in the position, I can act cool."

"That's quite reasonable." Old Man Shen nodded.

Li Changkong said, "Besides, if I don't dare act cool in front of significant figures with background, can't I just grab a junior steward randomly, scold them, and act cool? If they dare retaliate, I'll reward them with twenty merits!"

"Makes sense, it makes a lot of sense!"

Old Man Shen laughed heartily, giving a thumbs up, praising, "Your methods are brilliant, this is what I call killing with compliments. Yes, killing with compliments!"

Li Changkong humbly said, "Big brother, you're overpraising, I'm just planning. You haven't seen how adaptable I am, either soft or hard, big or small, servile, and when I meet someone from a big family, hehe..."

"Hehe what, what would you do?" Old Man Shen asked curiously.

"Do you believe I'll call him dad on the spot if needed..." Li Changkong tilted his head back, proudly said.

"..."

In the entire venue, tens of thousands of people had a bewildered expression.

They're holding a selection inside, but how come these two started a comedy act outside?

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