The Human Emperor (200-400)

C202: The Best Future Marshall!

Unknowingly, the sky started to darken.

“Damn it!”

“How dare that bastard steal my man!”

In a room on the Black Tortoise Peak, Deng Mingxin’s reddened face was distorted with anger. He abruptly smashed his fist into the table in the room, reducing it into smithereens.

He had eventually managed to pass the test and entered Kunwu Training Camp.

However, without Sun Zhiming’s help, Deng Mingxin had to make use of another loyal lackey to pave his way instead. In the end, the lackey ended up being eliminated.

Losing one of his two additional arms, how could he not be resentful?

“Gongzi, given that Wang Chong has stepped in and poached Sun Zhiming away, should we inform Zheng gongzi of it? We could have him step forward and deal with Wang Chong for us!”

The remaining lackey said in discontentment.

“There’s no need for it!”

Deng Mingxin was tempted for a moment but soon shook his head.

“Zheng gongzi is a connection we made not too long ago, and Sun Zhiming was originally a subordinate of our clan. Won’t he look down on us if we can’t even deal with a single subordinate?”

Deng Mingxin’s faction had chosen to ally themselves with the person named Zheng Xuan. Even though the two were both under King Qi, the latter’s clan was much stronger than Deng Mingxin’s.

Without Zheng Xuan, given his standing, he would have never been able to liaise with King Qi.

Zheng Xuan was a shrewd man who possessed astounding martial arts. On top of that, he was also highly-valued by King Qi. Deng Mingxin didn’t wish to be underestimated by such an influential individual.

“But if not, what else can we do? Do we have to take this lying down? So many people saw with their own eyes how Wang Chong poached our people! Even if gongzi can tolerate this humiliation, I can’t!”

The lackey egged Deng Mingxin on.

“Of course we can’t allow this matter to rest just like that.”

Deng Mingxin harrumphed and his eyes slowly turned cold.

“I might be unable to deal with Wang Chong and the Wang Clan, but Sun Zhiming? Hehe. This is a world where the big fish prey on the small fish, and the small fish prey on the shrimp. Sun Zhiming is just a mere shrimp yet he still dares to betray me. Since that is the case, he shouldn’t blame me for getting nasty. I want the entire Sun Clan to pay the price for his actions!”

Resentment flashed across Deng Mingxin’s eyes. He quickly wrote a letter and soon, a black kite darted straight toward the capital.

“Sun Zhiming, since you dare to betray me, your father need not preserve his job. Return back to the countryside with your father and spend your entire life tilling the fields!”

Gazing at the black kite as it disappeared into the dark night sky, a cold glint flashed across Deng Mingxin’s eyes.

…

At the same time, unbeknownst to Wang Chong and the others, their instructor was currently headed toward the main hall of Kunwu Training Camp.

The location of the main hall wasn’t known to the others, and even the Imperial Army members weren’t allowed to enter the area freely.

“Qianqiu, you’re here.”

The main hall was dark; there were no candles or oil lamps to illuminate the area. From the darkness, an authoritative voice echoed. At the top of the hall sat a majestic armored figure reminiscent of an exalted deity.