Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 113 Invitation from the Card Masters Association

Chapter 114 Invitation from the Card Masters Association

Zhang Qingzhe didn't pay attention to his mentor's inner monologue.

He pointed to the sky and gave the two-headed raven a command.

The strange bird let out a harsh double screech, flapped its wings and took flight, quickly disappearing into the leaden sky above the woodland, where it began to circle and scout.

Within ten seconds, one of the crow heads locked onto the target.

The information was transmitted back through an invisible contractual connection.

Zhang Qingzhe's eyes narrowed, and he flicked his finger towards the sky.

He released another [Exploding Wasp].

This time, the golden wasp did not fly in a straight line, but instead drew a beautiful and swift arc.

It bypassed the dense canopy of trees and shot off into the distance.

About one kilometer away.

"boom!"

A golden fireball, not huge but deadly enough, suddenly burst open in the woods.

Even from a distance, one could vaguely see a small patch of dark green mist rising from there.

The last cursed hunter turned to dust.

Xia Qiwei shrugged, her tone light and cheerful.

"Mission accomplished, cleanly and efficiently."

Zhang Qingzhe silently clasped his hands together and gave a simple bow in the direction where the explosion had occurred.

He silently recited in his heart:

May you find liberation here today and rest in another world.

He was originally a staunch materialist who did not believe in an afterlife or reincarnation.

But since he transmigrated to this magical world, his mindset has already begun to waver.

Many things become "anything is possible".

Therefore, this bow, besides showing some respect for life, was more out of his caution.

Only after completing this small ceremony did Zhang Qingzhe begin to clean up the battlefield.

He searched around the mutilated corpses, looking for valuable relics.

Unfortunately, as Shakivi said, this was just a low-level hunter squad.

They didn't have anything particularly valuable on them.

Zhang Qingzhe only found a few [Fireball] cards, some melee weapon cards, and some [Battery] cards for replenishing mana.

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a moment.

He carefully examined the battery card, and then suddenly froze.

This battery card was actually made by himself.

Wang Dong—that guy really has some wild methods.

Zhang Qingzhe sighed inwardly, never expecting that the cards he made would actually end up in the hands of these hunters. He flipped through the cards in his hand and turned to ask the senior figure beside him.

"Professor, can I keep these as spoils of war?"

"Sure." Xia Qiwei casually raised her chin, then added, "You can take the things from your wallet too."

"Will this work?"

"That's the rule of the trade."

Her tone was flat, as if she were stating something perfectly ordinary: "If you don't do this, the other hunters will think you look down on them."

"Really? Then—then I have to 'respect' them first."

Zhang Qingzhe lowered his head and carefully searched the corpse for a while longer.

He cleared away all the valuables and then noticed their identification documents and ID tags.

"These need to be returned to their families," Shakira's voice came from the side, "if they still have family members."

Zhang Qingzhe did as instructed, pulling out all his identification documents and tearing off the cold metal tags hanging around his neck.

Once everything was settled, he followed Xia Qiwei outside.

The rain was still fine and dense, and the forest was filled with the damp scent of earth.

On the way, he tallied up his earnings, which totaled about ten thousand yuan.

It seems that these low-level hunters really live a life of constant danger and can't save much money.

Just as he was sighing to himself, Xia Qiwei, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

Zhang Qingzhe couldn't stop in time and bumped into her back unexpectedly.

"Professor, what's wrong?"

He looked up and followed Xia Qiwei's gaze into the distance.

On a small hill not far away, a group of people appeared out of nowhere.

A dozen or so well-dressed hunters stood silently in the rain, watching the two people below the slope.

Zhang Qingzhe subconsciously reached into his card wallet, his fingertips touching the edge of the [Steel Bone Bull] card.

"Another infected person?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

However, the other party waved their hand first.

"Don't lay a hand on us. We're alive."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Several hunters walked down the slope.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, a resolute face, and a pair of gray eyes that appeared exceptionally calm.

"We were also tasked by the Card Masters Association to deal with the infected in this area."

The gray-eyed captain spoke, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield not far away, "I didn't expect to find that you've already taken care of me as soon as I arrived."

Xia Qiwei stood to the side with her hands in her pockets, seemingly having no intention of communicating with this group.

This is probably a common problem among "great witches"—

They are not very good at, or rather not very willing to, building good relationships with ordinary people.

Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat helpless, so he had to step in and explain: "We were commissioned by the Witch Sisters, and our mission is to clear out these infected people."

"I see," Captain Gray Eyes glanced quickly at Xia Qiwei, then shifted his gaze back to Zhang Qingzhe, "Is this your sister?"

Xia Qiwei coughed very lightly.

She subconsciously raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of rain-dampened hair behind her ear, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve slightly.

"He's my professor," Zhang Qingzhe explained.

"Professor? Then her age—"

"Don't ask," Zhang Qingzhe quickly interrupted, not wanting to step into this dangerous minefield. "If you ask, I don't know either."

"oh!"

The gray-eyed man nodded knowingly and changed the subject, asking, "Young man, are you a student at Green Island University? What year are you in?"

"Freshman year".

"Those infected people just now—you, Professor, were they all dealt with?"

Just as Zhang Qingzhe was about to give a vague reply, Xia Qiwei gave a cold snort.

"He handled it all."

His gray eyes narrowed slightly, and a clear look of surprise crossed his face.

The hunters behind him also showed expressions of shock.

"Really?" The gray-eyed man scrutinized Zhang Qingzhe again, pressing for an answer. "Young man, what school of thought do you belong to?"

"The Pulsatility School"

"【Energy Shaping School】? But I don't think I saw you use fireball or anything like that just now—did you use an explosion-type card? We heard the noise from far away."

"I'm a little different from others," Zhang Qingzhe carefully chose his words, "I've studied a wider variety of subjects."

The gray eyes fell on the metal identity tokens that were clinking in his hand.

"Young man, you're quite skilled."

The gray-eyed man's tone warmed up. "Would you like to consider joining our Card Master Association? I can recommend you as the captain."

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