Chapter 440: A-Rank
Chapter 440: A-Rank
“Didn’t expect the Special Operations Bureau to move this fast. They’re making their move tonight.”
Han Sen and Wang Bo sat in the car during their return trip, discussing the intel they’d received. Wang Bo drove while Han Sen rode shotgun, the absence of others allowing them to speak freely. Their driver and entourage had already departed when the duo went up the mountain earlier, following the Wang Family elder’s orders.
In the Special Operations Bureau, privileges didn’t exist.
Strength dictated status.
“It’s the capital, after all. Chaos here would cause big trouble.”
Han Sen replied distractedly, his mind occupied with power progression. His earlier performance at the Bureau had earned him 7 energy points. Applying these would undoubtedly boost his strength beyond Old Wang’s level within moments.
The allocation method troubled him.
He’d originally planned balanced growth, but reality proved harsher. Dumping all 7 points into mental energy would make him the most well-rounded C-rank fighter.
But so what?
Rank wasn’t determined by solid foundations, but by peak performance. Which mattered more – an Awakened who could occasionally strike B-rank blows, or one stuck at C-rank’s ceiling? Balance mattered long-term, but survival came first.
The Blood Buddha operation loomed tonight. Holding back might get him killed!
“Gotta prioritize combat power.”
After internal debate, survival instincts prevailed. With mental command, Han Sen dumped all 7 points into physical enhancement.
STR +7
Energy flooded his system. The familiar furnace sensation returned as raw power erupted through his bones and meridians. His strength multiplied exponentially – like video game stats where each point boosted attack power visibly at lower levels.
Character: Han Sen
Big Shot Value: 0
STR: 18.1
MEN: 3.7
The glaring imbalance between mental and physical stats didn’t bother him. He’d never felt better.
“Having a stroke?” Wang Bo side-eyed his companion, sensing energy fluctuations but missing the silent breakthrough past B-rank thresholds through sheer cheating.
“Minor epiphany.”
“Bullshit!” Wang Bo snorted. Awakened don’t breakthrough through sudden insights – this wasn’t some cheap novel!
Han Sen smirked, offering no explanation. His destructive capability now exceeded triple digits – precise measurement eluded him without proper gear. The glitchy system remained useless as ever. Equipment tests suggested around 200.
A B-rank with 200 destructive capability outclassed newbies like Wang Bo. Even the Bureau’s three B-ranks paled in comparison. During this car ride, Taoist Priest Han had become the operation’s strongest participant.
Immortality seemed within reach!
Han Sen suppressed his restless emotions and made preparations for the nighttime operation.
Night fell.
Wang Bo and Han Sen departed the city at the agreed time and location.
The drive took over twenty minutes to reach the rendezvous point—a place even bleaker than the Special Operations Bureau headquarters. A gloomy expanse stretched before them, crows roosting on withered branches as they coldly observed the newcomers.
“An actual graveyard? Damn bad luck!”
Wang Bo crushed dry twigs underfoot while advancing along the path.
This was the operation site disclosed by the Special Operations Bureau. Following explicit instructions, they’d avoided daytime reconnaissance and arrived precisely at the appointed hour.
BOOM!!
A shockwave erupted in the distance, shredding the graveyard’s gloom. Black wings flapped wildly through trees as crows screeched in alarm.
“Combat ahead.”
“Move closer!”
Both B-rankers sped toward the explosion’s epicenter, only to freeze upon arrival. The scene defied their expectations.
A peacock-like man in pristine white stood surrounded by fallen figures—recognizable elites who’d previously clashed with them at the Special Operations Bureau. The gleaming bald head of Cheng Liang stood out conspicuously.
“Pathetic.”
The white-clad man wore the bored expression of unchallenged superiority, having crushed these opponents with absolute power.
“Holy shit! Big Cousin?!”
Wang Bo’s shout escaped involuntarily.
“Little Bo.”
Big Cousin Qi Fei turned with an automatic smile, though his gaze grew peculiarly intense when landing on Han Sen.
“Taoist priest Han. A pleasure.”
Qi Fei spoke first, cutting off Han Sen’s unformed words.
“Old Han, meet my Big Cousin Qi Fei—Special Operations Bureau general. A-grade strong individual!” Wang Bo emphasized the last words needlessly.
A-grade!
Now the Wang Family’s arrogance made sense. Who wouldn’t swagger with such kin?
Han Sen’s hand instinctively closed around a black donkey egg talisman. Survival first.
“General Qi.”
Han Sen forced politeness while squirming under the man’s unsettling stare. Was this some twisted interest? He suppressed a shudder.
“That rebirth individual?”
Deep in Han Sen’s consciousness, Zuo Meng studied the operation leader—Qing Gang, one of the Bureau’s three A-grade commanders.
During world-entry, Zuo Meng had noted this man not for strength, but for fractured threads of fate and temporal scars marking a rebirth. As creator-deity, he’d instantly discerned the truth.
Qing Gang remained oblivious that his greatest secret lay naked before divine eyes.