When the staff of the training hall saw the carmine board given to me, their respectful expression to me had gone up a notch, almost as good as kneeling down to me, speaking in a soft voice, for fear that I might be a little unsatisfied.

"Mr. Jiang Cheng, this is the ticket for the noble God of war..." The staff took over the board and said respectfully and humbly, "Now I'll take you to the Warlord Aristocracy Training Hall, where you can get the best strength promotion."

I wondered, "How can I become a noble God of war?"

"To 8.88 million yuan men..." He explained, "In this way, we...