"Huh? Sister Meng Yao, how did you know I have a complete set of Rank 8 equipment?"

Guo Feng raised an eyebrow and, as he spoke, brandished the level-eight alloy battle sword in his hand.

Its luster and shape were so enticing that they made one's mouth water.

"Holy crap! This kid's already using Rank 8 equipment?"

Hong Qi's lips twitched.

Meng Yao clenched her fists even tighter: "Who asked you about your equipment?"

"Oh, you mean I recently made tens of billions and exchanged them for tens of thousands of psionic gems?"

Guo Feng said loudly.

"??"

Meng Yao's eyes widened. "Little brat, did you come here just to show off your wealth?"

Everyone was stunned.

This is the first time I've seen someone from the Psionic Army so blatantly flaunt their wealth!

But he's really rich!

"I'm not showing off my wealth, I'm here to pay back the money."

Guo Feng paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, right, I was also ordered by the military commander to come here specifically to beat you up."

He coughed, cleared his throat, and raised his voice, "Listen up, the military commander is very dissatisfied with your slow progress."

"He said, 'Guo Feng, you've only been cultivating for less than two months, yet you've already killed four level 37 experts and Wu Zimeng, who's at the level 39 limit. They've been cultivating for months, and they can't even kill a level 30 expert. You're too useless!'"

"So, let me beat you up."

"He also said that the Psionic Army doesn't support useless people!"

His words traveled far and wide.

So much so that everyone in the entire Psionic Army heard it.

"Damn, can't Guo Feng stop bragging?"

Who is he calling trash?

"Too arrogant! Don't think we won't beat you up just because you're the son of the military commander!"

In an instant, everyone was furious.

Before long, three or four hundred psionic soldiers appeared in front of Guo Feng.

There are levels four and five.

There are levels 10-15.

There are even players at levels 20 or 30!

They all glared at him with resentment.

"Guo Feng, do you want to die?"

Meng Yao glared fiercely at Guo Feng, somewhat worried that he might be beaten to death on the spot.

He actually called the psionic army trash in public?

"Compared to Guo Feng, you are indeed useless."

Just then, a car pulled up behind them, and Zhou Yishu, imitating Guo Feng, jumped onto the roof of the car.

Looking at everyone, he continued, "The military commander said that today you will make Guo Feng stand outside, and each of you will have a corresponding amount of spirit energy stones deducted from your account!"

He then looked at Guo Feng and said, "Guo Feng, put away your weapon. Only use the level one training knife. You are not allowed to use any special moves, recovery fruits, or teleport! If you can beat everyone down, he will apply for a major position for you in the Psionic Army, and you will not be subject to the Psionic Army's discipline!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar!

Looking at Guo Feng, he was filled with even more fighting spirit!