Only Got My Martial Arts Modifier in My Old Age

Zheng Zhishan remained silent. Zhang Cheng’an didn’t expect a reply and continued speaking to himself, "A Grandmaster of Divine Intent?

"I refuse to believe he’s all that powerful. This world belongs to those foreigners now.

"The weapons in their hands are what’s truly invincible."

Watching his utterly confident display, a hint of doubt finally flickered across Zheng Zhishan’s face.

’Where did this guy get his confidence from?’

So what if he was a Mid-stage Grandmaster of Huajin? So what if he held military power in Yun Port City? So what if he had the connections and resources the Zhang Family had accumulated for generations?

None of that mattered in the face of a Grandmaster of Divine Intent. Zheng Zhishan himself had personally witnessed such power.

He still remembered the day Lu Yun came to his door.

The Lu Family’s old master had simply raised a finger and gently tapped him between the eyebrows.

Zheng Zhishan’s mind felt like it had exploded. His vision went blank, and the Qi in his body ran wild, completely out of his control.

Then, he had descended into an infinite illusion. He was surrounded by mountains, one after another, stretching endlessly without a visible end.

He watched as the mountains grew closer and heavier, until they crushed his entire being into dust.

The feeling had been so real that Zheng Zhishan thought he had actually died. That damn ability... it was simply not something a human could possess!

Yet here was Zhang Cheng’an, still spouting nonsense, saying he "didn’t believe a Grandmaster of Divine Intent could be that powerful."

Before words of caution could leave Zheng Zhishan’s mouth, he saw Zhang Cheng’an slowly walk to a wardrobe and reach out to open its doors.

The scene inside left Zheng Zhishan stunned.

The wardrobe was filled with neatly stacked light machine guns. Beside them lay a large saber with a wide blade, a thick spine, and a body of pure black. It was clearly a superior weapon.

Of course, what Zheng Zhishan found strangest was the human-shaped lump of iron in the middle.

It was a suit of armor, pitch-black all over. The joints were connected by intricate metal components, and every vital point—the chest, back, shoulders, arms, and thighs—was covered by thick metal plates.

At the sight, a smile appeared on Zhang Cheng’an’s face. He reached into the wardrobe and took out the suit of armor!

Then, Zhang Cheng’an began to put it on, first the greaves, then the cuirass, followed by the vambraces and pauldrons.

Zheng Zhishan watched, wide-eyed, as Zhang Cheng’an was gradually encased in the black iron armor, piece by piece, until only his face remained exposed.

Zhang Cheng’an moved his limbs, and the metal components at the joints emitted a soft CLANK CLANK sound.

He savored the feeling of his entire body being enveloped in iron armor, a smug smile plastered across his face.

Then he turned to the astonished Zheng Zhishan and said contemptuously, "What damn Grandmaster of Divine Intent? Before the latest armor developed by the Great United States, they’re nothing but a joke!"

Zheng Zhishan’s eyes went wide. He was speechless for a long moment.

’Armor? Armor from the Great United States? What... What in the world is this thing?’

Zhang Cheng’an ran a hand over the hard armor, a satisfied smile on his face.

Two years ago, by a strange twist of fate, he had gotten in touch with the consul of the Great United States stationed in Yun Port City.

In the end, after a bribe of over a hundred thousand silver dollars from Zhang Cheng’an, the consul had finally brought back this treasure from the Great United States, an entire ocean away.

It was forged from special metals and perfectly fitted to the body of a human Martial Artist. Putting it on was equivalent to becoming impervious to blades and bullets, fire and water.

With this, wasn’t it the equivalent of a realm that even Horizontal Martial Artists couldn’t achieve after a hundred years of training?

This was precisely why so few people practiced Horizontal Martial Arts Training in this era.

You could train yourself to death for a hundred years, turning yourself into something neither human nor ghost, and for what? The result would still be inferior to someone just putting on a thick suit of Iron Armor.

Clad in this suit of armor, Zhang Cheng’an’s confidence swelled. "A Grandmaster of Divine Intent? No matter how powerful, he’s still made of flesh and blood."

"Bullets can’t pierce this armor, and shells can’t blast it apart. No matter how strong Lu Yun is, what can he possibly do to me?"

In the end, Zheng Zhishan said nothing. He simply left through the back door. He knew it was best not to stick around for a scene like this.

He knew that Zhang Cheng’an was beyond listening to reason; the man’s mind had been clouded by power and ambition.

"I, Zhang Cheng’an, am about to find out what’s stronger: his so-called Divine Will, or my suit of armor!"

His confidence wasn’t baseless. With these foreign weapons and this suit of armor from the Great United States, not even a Grandmaster at the Peak of Huajin could do anything to him.

He had tested it, having his subordinates fire at him at full power with their foreign rifles. The powerful bullets hitting the armor felt no different from being tickled.

Zhang Cheng’an had his pride. The Zhang Family had practiced Martial Arts for generations, passing down the Black Armor-Breaking Saber—a skill truly forged on the battlefield.

From a young age, he had consumed the Immortal Flesh left by his ancestors, breaking through one realm after another. He entered Huajin at thirty and reached Mid-stage Huajin by forty-five.

With this suit of armor from the Great United States on top of everything, why should Zhang Cheng’an bow his head to anyone?

That Yuan Family from Yanjing wanted him to obediently give up his position as Military Governor? In their dreams! He, Zhang Cheng’an, would never again submit to anyone!

Zhang Cheng’an took a deep breath, moved his armor-encased limbs, and felt the heavy sense of security it provided.

Then, he picked up the light machine gun with both hands and strode toward the door.

He would kill that so-called Grandmaster of Divine Intent with his own hands and show everyone who the true master of Yun Port City was!