Infinite Fighting

Chapter 83: Chapter 74: Arrival at Lanz, Reunion with Chen Anhe

The date was March 15th in the Roman Country.

If Zhang Ji remembered correctly, he had left the Eastern Extreme Country around January and arrived in New Fuerlos in February.

More than two months had passed since then. ’I wonder what the situation is like back in the Eastern Extreme Country now?’

Curious, Zhang Ji searched for news from the Eastern Extreme Country to get an update on current events.

In particular, he searched for the three words "Five Elements Sect."

He instantly sat bolt upright.

Wanted!

All the higher-ups of the Five Elements Sect had been declared wanted criminals by the Eastern Extreme Country.

Even the deceased Li Long and the others were shockingly on the wanted list.

"Why?"

Zhang Ji was puzzled, but then he seemed to realize something.

It was the same tactic the Eastern Extreme Country had used before—withholding information so Liu Shan and Wang Quan would continue gathering disciples and sending them to their deaths in Lianshui City.

They were concealing the deaths of Li Long and the others.

If Elder Chen Anhe, Shen Han, and the others didn’t know, they might have sent people back to the Eastern Extreme Country to rendezvous, or even gone themselves.

’The result would have been...’

"Gentlemen, here is your food!"

Just then, the waiter brought their dishes to the table.

"Go ahead and eat. I’ve already paid. I need to take care of a few things. I’ll be right back," Zhang Ji said.

"Teacher, what is it? I can help!" Hudson asked.

"I need to get us some ID cards, buy tickets, and sell the camels. We’ll be leaving by vehicle soon. You all take your time and eat, there’s no rush," Zhang Ji said.

With that, he headed out.

Hudson hesitated for a moment but decided to do as Zhang Ji said.

Weston patted Hudson’s shoulder. "Take it slow," he said. "You’re still young. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to help in the future. By then, you might even get sick of it."

"Teacher doesn’t look that old," Hudson said.

"Mr. Zhang Ji is likely no ordinary person. His apparent age may not be his true age," Weston said.

To Weston, Zhang Ji only looked young; his actual age had to be much greater.

After all, an ordinary young man his age would never possess such maturity and composure.

...

Selling the camels didn’t take long. Zhang Ji just had to put the word out, and a rancher from the small town came over to buy them.

The man’s offer was close to the price Zhang Ji had found online—an average of 2,500 Romance Coins per head—so Zhang Ji sold them all to him.

Then, he contacted a local forger for fake IDs.

As a major hub for illegal immigration, the Roman Country had people like this in practically every border town.

The man’s asking price was steep: two thousand Romance Coins per identity.

Zhang Ji frowned. Looking at the man’s brown-skinned face, he said, "It’s just a fake ID. Your price is ridiculous."

"What do you expect, pal?" the brown-skinned man in sunglasses said. "This is an ID that will let you take planes and high-speed trains, even get a normal job. As long as you don’t try to join the secret service, no one will ever know it’s a fake."

"That’s a steep price," Zhang Ji grumbled.

"It’s not my call. I just take a small service fee. The lion’s share goes to the bigwigs at the records bureau," the man said.

"I hope it’s worth the price," Zhang Ji said, handing over the money.

"I guarantee you won’t be disappointed," the man said with a smile. "I’ll wait for you outside the restaurant for ten minutes. Give me the photos, and I’ll get you registered right here."

Zhang Ji went back into the restaurant, took photos of Hudson and the others with his phone, and came back out, handing the phone to the man.

The man’s movements were swift. He logged into an employee account on an official Roman Country government app, filled out eleven data entries, and saved them.

"All done," the man said, handing the phone back to Zhang Ji.

The man had earned the money so easily that, even though Zhang Ji couldn’t sense any deceit from him, the whole thing felt like a scam.

"Are you sure it’s done?" Zhang Ji asked.

"If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try opening an account with your new identity," the man said.

Zhang Ji immediately gave it a try.

And it worked.

A system notification confirmed that he was now a citizen of the country.

"I’ve got to hand it to you people," Zhang Ji said with a sigh.

’The corruption in this country is unbelievable.’

’Even the government officials are in on making dirty money.’

"Mr. Zhang Ji, welcome to the Roman Country."

The man gave Zhang Ji a smiling bow, then sauntered away with the money.

Zhang Ji transferred some money to his new account and immediately went online to book eleven tickets to Lanz for that night.

Once that was done, he returned to the restaurant to eat with Hudson and the others.

"After we finish eating, we’re going to take a high-speed train," Zhang Ji said. "Just stick close to me. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me first. Don’t act on your own. Got it?"

Weston and the others all nodded.

They were all elite warriors from the Wind God Ruins Realm; following orders without question was second nature to them.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji was relieved.

He then began to eat heartily as well.

After eating and drinking their fill, they each changed into a fresh set of local clothes, packed their belongings into suitcases, and set off together.

They took a bus and arrived at the station half an hour later.

They scanned their phones, passed their luggage through the security check, and successfully boarded the high-speed train.

As the train departed into the night, the scenery outside the window flew by, and Zhang Ji felt a slight stir of emotion.

Beside him, Hudson was fiddling with a small toy that came with a promotional meal he had bought on the train.

It was a little yellow duck that wiggled and played music.

Hudson’s childlike display made Zhang Ji relax a little.

Noticing Zhang Ji staring at him, Hudson’s face immediately flushed red.

"I was just curious... about how it moves. And this string of big iron houses, it seems different from that other iron house from before..." Hudson explained.

"This is called a train. The principle behind it is rather complex, so I’ll find a video for you to watch," Zhang Ji said.

He quickly found a video about the Guning Country’s industrial revolution, pressed play, and placed the phone on the fold-down table in front of Hudson.

The table even had a simple built-in phone stand, which held the device perfectly.

The video was long—over three hours. As a narrator spoke in the language of the Guning Country over background music, the scenes on the screen began to shift.

Zhang Ji closed his eyes and began his cultivation.

’No matter how the world changes, as long as I have enough strength, I can always stand firm against the tides of the era.’

...

「Around 7:00 AM the next day.」

Zhang Ji and his group arrived in Lanz.

As soon as he stepped out of the station, Zhang Ji sensed what made this place different.

The emblem of the Fighter’s Association was everywhere—on landmark buildings and even on the trash cans lining the streets.

The pedestrians, to varying degrees, all carried themselves like trained fighters.

Before long, they began to see fighting rings.

These were street-level rings where anyone could go up and fight.

A massive screen on a hundred-meter-tall skyscraper played a promotional video for the World Fighter’s Association, featuring combatants from all over the globe.

There were bloodline fighters from the Color Cluster Country, extreme fighters from the Guning Country, martial artists from the Eastern Extreme Country, and fighters from the Roman Country who had undergone Alchemy Technology enhancements... even fighters from the True Self Style and the Profound Heart Stream.

One fighter stomped on the ground, causing a stone shield taller than a man to erupt from the cement, only for it to be sliced in two by a sharp, long-range energy wave from his opponent.

’A Grandmaster from the "Earth-Suppressing School"? They must have come from Ludo around this time...’ Zhang Ji muttered.

The Earth-Suppressing School of fighting originated in the country of Ludo.

The region is mostly rock, with very little soil.

The school’s techniques were originally developed to pulverize rock for agriculture before gradually evolving into a series of combat skills.

When the promotional video ended, a giant QR code for the World Fighter’s Association app appeared on the screen.

Zhang Ji took out his phone, scanned the code, and downloaded the app.

The escape route Yan Ruifeng had arranged for them was to come here and join the World Fighter’s Association.

He had even negotiated their entry in advance.

The association would have been thrilled to have so many Grandmasters join at once.

’But who could have known so many things would go wrong back in the Eastern Extreme Country?’

In the end, only Chen Anhe had made it.

After the app finished downloading and installing, Zhang Ji immediately registered an account and logged in.

He searched for "Five Elements Sect" in the search bar.

No results.

Zhang Ji then searched for a fighter’s name instead.

"Chen Anhe."

A moment later, a photo and her information appeared.

Affiliated Transcendent Level Fighter, Valentine Fighting Club.

To date, she had participated in four matches, all with good results.

’So this was their escape route.’

The fighting club was backed by a financial conglomerate called Valentine, a massive, trillion-coin enterprise.

It had more than ten Grandmasters from various countries on its roster.

Even within the entire World Fighter’s Association, the club was a top-tier organization.

The Five Elements Sect had done business with them in the past, dealing in medicinal supplies, which was how they established this connection.

After checking the location on his navigation app, Zhang Ji and his group took a bus to the Valentine Club.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ji and the others got off the bus outside the Valentine Club building.

The club wasn’t housed in a skyscraper, but was a sprawling complex built on a large, flat plot of land.

It looked like a large stadium.

And this wasn’t the suburbs. To construct a building with such a massive footprint in this area, the power behind it had to be extraordinary.

The group arrived at the front desk, where a woman in a uniform addressed Zhang Ji in perfect Roman. "How may I help you, sir?"

"My name is Zhang Ji. I’m here to see the fighter Chen Anhe. Could you please contact her for me?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course. I’ll inquire for you right away," the woman said.

...

Meanwhile, in a training room for the Five Elements Sect...

Chen Anhe was instructing disciples in their Fist Skill practice when she received a message from an assistant. Her expression immediately changed.

"Have him wait. I’m on my way," Chen Anhe said, her voice filled with excitement.

Without even taking the time to change out of her training uniform, she hurried straight to the front desk.

At the front desk.

Zhang Ji suddenly turned his head toward the club’s interior, just as Chen Anhe emerged.

After so long and after everything that had happened, to finally see someone from the Five Elements Sect again, Zhang Ji couldn’t suppress the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Chen Anhe’s face lit up with joy. Having lost contact with everyone back home for so long, she had been constantly worried. Seeing Zhang Ji now was a small relief.

"Disciple greets Elder Chen," Zhang Ji said with a formal bow.

Chen Anhe returned the gesture. "There’s no need for such formalities out here," she said with a smile. "By the way, why are you alone? Where are the Sect Leader, Ah Long, and the others?"

Zhang Ji’s expression turned grim. "The Sect Leader and my teacher... they have unfortunately passed away."

In an instant, the joy on Chen Anhe’s face froze.

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