I'm Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts Chapter 121 - Interview!

Chapter 121: Interview!

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Just now, this girl’s voice was very heroic.

Now, a peaceful smile adorned her face, and her voice became sweet.

“Excuse me, are you Grandmaster Thunderblade?”

“I am.” Andrew nodded.

“According to the information I have now, you are ranked second from the bottom on the grandmaster ranking. However, you are already a grandmaster with a t.i.tle, and other than you, all the other grandmasters with t.i.tles are ranked in the top 100.

“May I ask, why this is so? Many people say that it’s because of some shady things. As you don’t have any battle results, many feel that you are not qualified to become a grandmaster with a t.i.tle. What do you think about this?”

This girl was from Stanford University’s Department of Culture. She studied journalism and media.

The questions she asked were very sensitive.

Once the interview was released, it would probably attract a lot of attention in the media.

Facing this sensitive question, Andrew’s expression didn’t change.

“You shouldn’t be asking me this question. You should be asking the person who prepares the grandmaster rankings.

“The other conferred grandmasters are all ranked in the top 100, but I’m the last one. What do I think? I think… They should have been ranked wrong. Or there’s something wrong with the brain of the person who prepares the ranking?”

Upon hearing this answer, the female reporter was stunned.

Her mouth was wide open in shock.

There was such an answer?

Was Grandmaster Thunderblade so straightforward and intrepid?

However, this was exactly the effect she wanted.

The more explosive the answer was, the more attention it would attract when it was released.

“Grandmaster Thunderblade’s answer is very good. But I have another question. The national martial arts compet.i.tion is about to begin. What do you think?”

“Uh…”

This question stumped Andrew.

He muttered to himself, “Sit and watch? Watch on the spot? Stand and watch? Lie down and watch?

“How do I look more comfortable?”

The female reporter was speechless. She could only hurriedly explain, “Grandmaster Thunderblade, what I mean is, what is your opinion on this National Martial Arts Conference?”

“Oh, I see.”

Andrew looked like he understood.

“I think it’s good to spar. After all, warriors have to fight. Only in constant battle can they find their weaknesses and improve their battle techniques.

“I believe the National Martial Arts Conference is an excellent opportunity!”

“Grandmaster Thunderblade, as far as I know, you’re not the only one who’s going to partic.i.p.ate in this martial arts conference. There’s also New York University’s Diana and Yale University’s Spencer. They’re both seventh-stage martial artists, and their rankings on the grandmaster rankings are even higher than yours. May I ask what you think about your future fights with them?”

“Eh?”

Andrew suddenly felt that something wasn’t right.

“Me? Partic.i.p.ate in the martial arts conference? What does that have to do with me?”

Andrew was dumbfounded.

This female reporter still had a professional smile on her face. “The news has spread everywhere. Grandmaster Thunderblade has already signed up to partic.i.p.ate in the National Martial Arts Conference. Everyone is looking forward to your performance.”

“I didn’t sign up…” As he said that, Andrew seemed to have realized something.

“Clayton, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d! He actually secretly signed me up!”

Andrew cursed loudly on the campus street.

“Tomorrow, I’ll directly withdraw and see what this old man can do! He actually wants to force me to partic.i.p.ate in the martial arts compet.i.tion!”

After saying this, Andrew left angrily.

…

Very soon, Andrew found his dormitory.

Although it was called a dormitory, it was actually a single-person apartment.

The area was not small, about 40 to 50 square meters. It was enough for Andrew to live alone.

The house had everything, including a bedroom, a living room, some necessary appliances, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

The room had good lighting, and it was very comfortable to live in.

The furniture also seemed new, looking s.p.a.cious, bright, and clean.

Andrew was satisfied with the living environment.

The most important thing was that the cafeteria at Stanford University was excellent. The food was good, the snacks and meals were very rich, and the taste was not bad.

Andrew didn’t sleep well on the train last night, so he went to bed early.

He set the alarm for the next morning before sleeping.

…

June 6th.

The weather was clear.

Andrew walked out of the dormitory building. After taking a walk on the campus, he left Stanford University.

He had asked Johnson to help him contact a master forger. Not only was this master forger very strong in forging divine weapons, but he was also a seventh-grade grandmaster. He lived at the base of “Qinghai.”

Andrew bought a round-trip ticket and soon arrived at the master forger’s place.

Both pairs of shoes had been painted, and there were some minor adjustments.

It was very comfortable to wear, much more so than all the shoes on the market.

And it looked like ordinary sports shoes, not as eye-catching as before.

When he returned to school, it was the evening of this day.

There was no one walking on the school street, and the whole campus sounded quiet.

This made Andrew feel strange.

It was just after dinner. There should be many students taking a walk on the school streets.

Could it be?

The martial arts compet.i.tion had already begun?

Andrew immediately rushed to the field. As expected, the field was jam-packed. The students were all gathered together and shouting loudly.

“Senior Carl is the pride of our Stanford University. He has already reached the middle stage of the fourth grade in his soph.o.m.ore year. You must know that many juniors and seniors don’t have this kind of strength.”

“His realm is only a part of it. However, the most powerful thing about Senior Carl is his knife skills. They have reached the level of moving clouds and flowing water. The knife is just like his arm. It is very easy to use.”

“With his knife and mysterious knife skills, Senior Carl is able to contend against a peak fourth-grade opponent!”

The surrounding students were all shouting and exchanging their opinions. They were saying which of the two people on the field they thought would win.

“Something’s wrong. Senior Carl seems to have made a mistake.”

One of Carl’s little fangirls let out a scream.

However, she was soon relieved.

“Senior Carl just deliberately made a mistake. The other party was fooled and was defeated by Senior Carl.”

“Senior Carl won!”

…

While these first-year students and freshmen were shouting, Andrew was stunned.

Carl was in the fourth grade.

And these little fans who were shouting and yelling were only at the first grade.

Logically speaking, first-grade martial artists should not be able to clearly see the battle between experts of the fourth grade.