My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 230 - 227 Title

These fruits, mostly apples, pears, oranges and the like, were common before the apocalypse and became exceedingly rare afterward.

From time to time, one could hear the sound of swallowing saliva among the crowd.

The Martial Arts Hall had announced that after the opening ceremony, everyone could come up and get two fruits.

It didn't seem like much, but the survivors were ecstatic.

They couldn't bear to keep the fruits for themselves to eat, preferring to sell them to the wealthy in exchange for food tickets that could sustain them for several days.

If it weren't for the black-clad, expressionless Awakeners standing at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, someone would have already reached out to grab them by now.

But at least dozens of Awakeners stood straight in front of the Martial Arts Hall, their eyes cold and stern.

Ordinary survivors didn't have the courage to step forward.

After all, they would eventually get the fruits, so there was no rush at this moment.

Many comforted themselves, yet as they watched the fruits glaring under the sun, exposed to the scorching heat, their hearts bled.

Over a hundred meters away from the Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Xiaojia looked at the crowded throng, her mouth slightly open:

"There are too many people!"

Next to her, a baby-faced girl tiptoed, wiped her nonexistent drool, and her face showed 'desire', "I also really want, no, I super want those fruits!"

"My cousin is really rich, no, my cousin is really amazing to have brought out dozens of boxes of fruits."

She looked around, her eyes gleaming.

Chen Xiaojia pouted, "Xiong! Qianqian! He's my cousin!"

"I know, I know." The baby-faced girl Xiong Qianqian waved her hand, then suddenly turned her head, "Hey, don't forget to ask cousin for an autograph, and I want the fruits…"

She opened her palm, five fingers, thought about it, then stretched out another palm, "At least ten, all kinds of them."

"Alright, alright, I'll just bring you back ten boxes."

Chen Xiaojia said helplessly.

Ever since that day when her cousin had used a Spell Scroll to deal with a powerful Demonized Beast, she realized that this cousin was no ordinary person.

Actually, even before that incident, her cousin had told them some of their experiences on the road.

Like a behemoth three stories high, split into two halves by a single sword.

Or a sky dominator with wings spanning over ten meters, struck down from the sky by a thick bolt of lightning.

The ordinary Demonized Beasts they encountered on the road were nothing, just crushed as they charged through.

These...

She had not believed them initially.

More accurately, she thought her cousin was exaggerating, describing not terrifying Demonized Beasts but those feeble little monsters in his stories.

At that time, although she had never been to the wilderness, she had heard from other Awakeners about Demonized Beasts, and even some capable students had to be extremely cautious in the wilderness.

It couldn't have been so easy.

'Probably cousin exaggerated it so my aunt and uncle wouldn't worry.'

Moreover, before the apocalypse, her cousin had been just an ordinary college student, incomparable to a martial arts master.

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That's what she had thought.

And it wasn't really incorrect.

After the apocalypse, most of the supreme masters had already had their legacy; ordinary people, even those with high potential, needed time to polish their mind and battle experience. However, some had already seized the opportunity and stood at the forefront of the era.

Unfortunately, she would never have thought, nor could she have imagined, that her cousin was an exceptional case.

Even now, Chen Xiaojia still couldn't figure out what her cousin had gone through to become so powerful.

She quickly dismissed those thoughts and resolved to firmly support her cousin from now on.

What Zhentian Martial Arts Hall, go to hell!

The Master from Zhentian couldn't deal with the Demonized Beasts, but my cousin didn't even have to show up. From a great distance, with a tool he created, he killed that terrifying Demonized Beast in one fell swoop.

The gap was obvious, any person, unless afflicted with Alzheimer's disease, could see it.

Discussions from distant survivors reached my ears.

Chen Xiaojia frowned, rather displeased, pouting, "Why are these people like this? They take the cousin's fruits but don't even say a good word, as if they couldn't wait for the Martial Arts Hall to collapse!"

Her best friend, Xiong Qianqian, pricked up her ears, listened for a while, and nodded in agreement, "You're right, so tell cousin not to distribute fruits to these people anymore. It's not worth it. People like me, who firmly support our cousin, should get more."

She said this, feeling very sensible, nodding repeatedly.

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…

Tang Yu certainly didn't care about these people's discussions.

On the contrary, he saw it as a good thing.

If the Martial Arts Hall industry wasn't in decline, potential customers would have been poached by other halls, where would he make money?

Not to mention, if a big number of Martial Arts Halls hadn't closed, he wouldn't have been able to recruit so many high-quality guards.

Tang Yu's gaze swept over the Awakeners in Combat Uniforms in front of the hall.

Each one of them had the strength of at least the third layer of Awakening, and many had even switched from Zhentian Martial Arts Hall.

These people were capable. Although they were newly recruited and not yet loyal, they were definitely working hard. Whatever tasks Shay and the others set, these guards would complete them promptly.

Everyone was afraid of losing this hard-earned job.

Boss Carmen approached him, "Lord, it's about time…"

Fireworks cracked, drums and gongs thundered.

On the ceremony podium, dressed in a black suit and styled with a slicked-back hair, Shay's resonant voice overshadowed everything around, directly reaching every survivor's ears.

He went on and on about the introduction of the Martial Arts Hall, not really caring if people were listening, but certainly enjoying his moment as the host.

"…And now, please welcome with applause, the respected, powerful, and handsome Martial Arts Hall Master, to name the hall."

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Around them, many survivors were puzzled, wondering why this newly opened Martial Arts Hall didn't even have a name yet.

They saw the black-clothed Awakeners standing on both sides, separating the crowding survivors, then a young man walked through the crowd to a spot not far from the Martial Arts Hall's gate.

He stood with his hands behind his back, head slightly raised, as if pondering.

They then noticed a blank wooden plaque hanging above the main gate of the hall.

They were a bit confused.

Could it be that the Hall Master was going to write the name on the spot?

So, the Hall Master was actually skilled in calligraphy?

But what's the point of inscribing a name at the opening? This was a Martial Arts Hall, not a calligraphy school.

They couldn't make sense of it, but that didn't stop them from watching curiously.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

This area was enveloped within the Territory.

With eyes closed, he could still clearly feel every part, every bit around him.

Tang Yu raised his right hand and extended one finger, pointing remotely at the blank plaque.

Inside his body, the Source Power ran rapidly.

About one and a half inches of translucent Qi Force shot out from the extended forefinger of his right hand!