Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 447: Chapter 182: Divine Land’s National Fate, Rising to the Heavens

West City!

There is a very small and remote tailor shop.

Jiao Qingyuan stood at the door, frowning.

At his home in the community, he had paid respects to Dr. Jiu Mao and his family before throwing the gas nest stone into the cemetery, but he did not stay long.

He found a fake base station and sent a mass SMS.

After finishing these tasks, the gas nest stone would soon explode.

Jiao Qingyuan opened the clothing store; inside it was narrow and cramped, with a gaunt middle-aged man sewing clothes.

He stopped the ancient sewing machine and looked up at Jiao Qingyuan.

”Are you severely injured?”

The middle-aged man smiled calmly and said.

”Coward!”

Jiao Qingyuan said coldly.

”Your clothes are ready, still the design from Jiu Mao’s Foster Father back then!”

The middle-aged man didn’t care.

He found a dark green robe from a hidden compartment in the sewing machine.

It was tailored to fit Jiao Qingyuan’s body snugly.

Neither too big nor too small, it fit perfectly.

”Coward, not worthy to be called the Foster Father’s name!”

Jiao Qingyuan took the clothes, still with a look of hatred and disdain.

”Fourth Brother, so many years have passed, you’ve become a Major General of the Yan Gui Corps, why cling to the past?

The Yangxiang Race is in decline, and even the entire wetland aliens are in decline as well. The age of the Earth Martial Artists’ counterattack is about to come; why go against the tide?

Wouldn’t it be better to build achievements in the Yan Gui Corps and be a General?”

The middle-aged man rambled on.

He was just an ordinary person with a bit of nearsightedness, an older bachelor, relying on simple mending to make a living, barely scraping by.

But he found life quite peaceful.

”The age of counterattack?

Is it a joke?

Not even 100 years ago, Earth was still a slaughterhouse for the wetland. What have they got to counterattack?”

Jiao Qingyuan sneered contemptuously.

”And in the past few decades?

Has any Wet Ghost Tower across the entire Divine Land ever completely collapsed?

In the past, how many fortresses did Earth Martial Artists have in the wetland? How much ground did they occupy, and now?

Even in the darkest times, Earth Martial Artists never gave up on resistance. Divine Land was the global leader, and now, after generations, there are more Martial Artists, younger ones surpassing the old, each generation stronger than the last. They will only continue to grow stronger.

Fourth Brother, hear me out, let go of hatred, live well.”

The middle-aged man sighed.

”Young Martial Artists are nothing but trash.”

Jiao Qingyuan continued to sneer.

”Fourth Brother, you’re wrong.

If you compare today’s Martial Artists to those of 100 years ago, you’ll find a significant difference.

Earth’s analysis of combat techniques deepens, the Elixir Group sets up factories everywhere, the source mine you guard produces a lot of alloy weapons, and even on the first battlefield, there’s an herb field under the Miracle Corps’ cover.

Earth Martial Artists are continuously evaluating, becoming stronger. The age of their counterattack is not far away.

And the prediction of Jiu Mao’s Foster Father is about to be fulfilled; it is an unstoppable destiny.”

The middle-aged man had a bitter expression.

They were all orphans adopted by Dr. Jiu Mao.

Though Jiao Qingyuan wasn’t skilled in thinking, he had the highest martial prowess and was the strongest.

But as for himself, he resorted to quick schemes, unwilling to endure hardships or practice; in the end, when Dr. Jiu Mao was leaving, he didn’t even have the qualification to go to the wetland.

Because of an empty first half of his life, with no education or culture, he could barely open a tailor shop to live, so as not to be detected by the Investigation and Arrest Bureau.

Back then, Dr. Jiu Mao predicted that the age of counterattack by Earth Martial Artists was about to come.

The eight wetland tribes are like a giant, powerful tiger.

And Earth Martial Artists can be seen as a venomous snake.

The tiger in its prime attacked the venomous snake repeatedly but failed, leaving the snake covered with wounds but unwilling to die.

As time passes, the snake grows larger, its venom becoming more powerful.

Because the tiger kept trying to eat the snake, the snake’s venom was specifically brewed for the tiger.

Now, the snake has grown.

How could it not fight back, how could it not want to kill you?

The snake even wants to swallow the tiger.

As for that tiger.

You are still that tiger; over the years, besides gaining scars, you’ve gained no strength.

The final outcome, apart from being killed by the snake, what else can you do?

Before, you couldn’t kill the snake. In the future, even less.

You gaze into the abyss; the abyss also gazes back at you.

The snake, beaten to pieces by the tiger, but hasn’t the tiger also been used by the snake?

Using your claws to make its snakeskin tougher.

Using your fangs to make the venom even more terrifying.

From the first day the wetland provoked Earth, this cause and effect was already sown.

Dr. Jiu Mao wanted peace between the two races, not out of pity for Earthlings; his biggest worry was whether the eight wetland tribes would face extinction.

Such matters, Dr. Jiu Mao couldn’t mention to others; it sounded alarming.

Yet this lazy child who liked to shirk understood with a quick brain.

When you’ve bullied a person for a lifetime, how could they not want to kill you?

Even if you’re not old, you can’t stop them from growing up.

If you look back from 100 years later, you’d realize the truly foolish ones were the wetlands.

They taught mankind to cultivate Qi Blood in the most brutal way.

”Simply delusional nonsense.

I’ve decided to leave the Yan Gui Corps.”

Jiao Qingyuan couldn’t be bothered to argue about these dull opinions.