Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 439: Chapter 180: The Tilted Scales of War_3

In the end, Dr. Jiu Mao was forced back to the wetland by the Yangxiang Race, while in West City, the authorities were frantically arresting members of the Yangxiang Sect. Before leaving, Dr. Jiu Mao agreed to take their family with him.

Ultimately, Jiao Qingyuan agreed to follow Dr. Jiu Mao back to the Yangxiang Race in the wetland.

Unfortunately, that was also the beginning of his nightmare.

”I have avenged your grievances.

”Su Qingfeng’s son, that bastard, has already gone to hell. Having lost his only son, the demon will live in agony for the rest of his life. Su Qingfeng’s minions have all been slain by me, not one left alive.

”The source mines of the Yan Gui Corps, not a single ore will be left, not even the Yangxiang Race is qualified to take my source mines.

”Later, I will go to the mausoleum and destroy everyone’s spirit tablets.

”A group of butchers who persecuted my family and destroyed peace, why should they enjoy the commemoration of future generations, why should they be called heroes? It’s ridiculous, it’s the biggest irony under the heavens.

”I will post the news of destroying the West City Mausoleum online; I want to make the arrogant Divine Land the laughingstock of the entire Earth.”

Jiao Qingyuan stood at the gate of the community, muttering to himself.

The nearby lawn, who knows when, had already withered completely.

Nearby, a stray dog was so frightened that it foamed at the mouth.

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Second battlefield.

In full view of everyone, the wooden cart loaded with source ores was about to cross the warning line.

The Yangxiang Race’s five-rank aliens were ready to take over the cart; once across the line, the poisonous bees would no longer come out.

Du Jing’s Book was at the back right, pushing the cart with his head down.

His pupils shrank slightly as he took a deep breath.

It’s time to act.

The Qi Blood of these three Yangxiang Race members had been exhausted by him to the limit; they couldn’t even walk while he himself remained in peak condition.

Indeed.

Du Jing’s Book looked like he was pushing the cart, but not only was he not exerting any force, he was even deliberately sinking his feet into the mud to deliberately slow down the cart.

The three Yangxiang’nians found the cart getting heavier and heavier, feeling it was downright ridiculous.

The three couldn’t understand why this cart was so heavy this time, freakishly heavy.

But the battlefield was urgent, and no one had the time to think too much.

Maybe it was because of the pressure today, they didn’t have time to observe, in fact, Du Jing’s Book wasn’t without flaws.

There were less than 30 meters to the warning line; once they crossed, they could receive the City Lord’s reward.

Risking death to seize back the cart, this was a monumental achievement.

Next to Du Jing’s Book, a Yangxiang Race member had already lost an arm, but he still gritted his teeth and pushed the cart with the other arm. Due to excessive blood loss, he could faint at any moment.

He didn’t notice at all that Du Jing’s Book had drawn a battle knife from underneath the cart.

Yes!

This was the knife that the Du Family had quietly hidden there in advance, specifically for Du Jing’s Book to act at a critical moment.

The Du Family had arranged everything to ensure Du Jing’s Book’s success.

Du Jing’s Book clutched the handle, his pupils flickering with cold light.

In truth, seizing back a cart of source ores, far from met the conditions for a Military Department medal, let alone that he used the Research Department’s potion in advance.

But the Yan Gui Corps had already lost several carts of source ores; this was a battle to restore dignity, so he definitely could be awarded an exception.

Du Jing’s Book once asked his grandfather if prematurely exposing the disguise potion would have any negative impact.

His grandfather said that this was permissible behavior by the Research Department, as they couldn’t rely on the potion alone for undercover missions, so there was no need for secrecy.

Being able to retrieve a cart of source ores meant meaningful use.

”Hey!”

Du Jing’s Book, originally bending over to push the cart, suddenly stood up and shouted lowly to the Yangxiang Race beside him.

”Wah, wah, wah?”

The Yangxiang Race member turned his head with a look of confusion.

At that moment, he saw the most horrifying scene of his life.

Indeed.

Who would believe that a Yangxiang Race member, identical to himself pushing the cart, suddenly turned into a Wuwen Race member?

This Yangxiang Race member was scared out of his wits.

But before he could even scream, Du Jing’s Book’s knife had already cleaved his head diagonally, splitting it in half like a watermelon.

Only by lifting the disguise potion could Du Jing’s Book use his combat skills; this was one of the defects of the disguise potion.

He had intentionally wasted time, all the way to the opponent’s warning line, for a kill in a single blow.

Shua!

One move finished, Du Jing’s Book jumped onto the cart and reversed with another strike.

The second Yangxiang Race was not injured, but he had been nervous for too long, in addition to being utterly exhausted, and he did not respond in time.

The blade light came too fast.

Die!

The last Yangxiang Race member was a peak of the third rank.

His reaction was certainly swift, he even managed to draw his own battle knife.

Why was there a Wuwen Race member?

This was no longer the point; the only goal for the alien was to quickly slaughter this Wuwen Race member.

But alas, due to prolonged exhaustion, he was utterly spent.

Though Du Jing’s Book was only at the initial stage of the third rank, from start to finish, Du Jing’s Book kept himself in the peak state.

Shua!

Shua!

The two exchanged seven strikes; the alien’s legs had already been severed by Du Jing’s Book.

The opponent was not yet dead.

There was no time.

Du Jing’s Book didn’t linger in battle, nor did he pursue further.

Without saying a word, he pushed the wooden cart and sprinted toward the human camp.

His speed wasn’t extremely fast, but it was definitely five or six times faster than before.

Du Jing’s Book’s forehead veins bulged hideously as he clenched his teeth, staking everything on his life.