Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 612: Chapter 223: Divine Vein Pill on the Tip of the Tongue

Soon, two days passed.

Su Yue had learned the tunneling battle technique. This excellent technique was not difficult at all. He succeeded directly within five hours, hardly even trying.

Most of his time was spent unraveling the parasitic relationship between the tombstone and Black Jin.

This was the key to both killing his enemy and escaping.

It was difficult.

Also very complex, no less than deducing a suppressive battle method.

In fact, this difficulty wouldn’t make Su Yue despair. The biggest issue was that he was racing against time.

Black Jin was a Grandmaster.

The speed at which his injuries were recovering had exceeded Su Yue’s expectations.

Way too fast.

In hindsight, Black Jin was quite lucky.

Because he consumed so many pills, and the alchemy standard in the Wetlands was average, Black Jin’s body was clogged with a lot of Spirit Medicine residue.

But after being shot with an arrow in Jiangyuan Country, he needed to rebuild his internal organs.

Who would have thought?

Once rebuilt, there was no residue clogging his organs, so his recovery speed was beyond Su Yue’s judgment.

Indeed.

Black Jin could now exhibit the peak of the fourth grade, perhaps even fifth-grade strength.

The sudden turn of events had put Su Yue in a very passive position.

He had only one path, to find a solution to break the parasitic connection and then make haste to kill Black Jin.

There was simply no other option.

”Haha, my disciple, you really are my lucky charm.

”Originally, I had lost hope of breaking through to the seventh grade, but thanks to this calamity, I’ve been reborn, finally grasping the opportunity to break through.

”In half a year, after healing for another six months, I can return to my peak state.

”And in five more years, I’ll definitely break through to the seventh grade. By then, my twins should be born... what a joyful double blessing.”

Black Jin raised his hands and laughed heartily, his whole body covered in rolling black fur.

He was genuinely overjoyed inside.

He had thought that with his severe injuries, his life was over, and he’d be stuck at grade six forever.

But who would have thought that he would turn misfortune into a blessing?

Black Jin’s body was different from other alien races.

Others couldn’t tunnel, nor did they have so many pills to consume.

The accumulated Spirit Medicine residues saved Black Jin in an extreme situation.

Originally, he should have died from that arrow.

Su Yue cursed inwardly.

This Black Jin really had the kind of luck of a protagonist in martial arts novels.

Even in such a desperate situation, he found a chance for advancement, as if the heavens were helping him.

Watching Black Jin’s joy, Su Yue grew more and more anxious.

If Black Jin recovered to the peak of the fourth grade, equivalent to Meng Yang’s level, Su Yue might have a sliver of hope.

But unfortunately, Black Jin had suddenly obtained a chance and directly recovered to fifth-grade strength.

This complicates matters!

Now, trying to kill Black Jin was as hard as climbing to the heavens.

Moreover, Black Jin’s Qi Blood capability was at the fifth grade, but his physical body still maintained sixth-grade toughness. Without a proper weapon, it was incredibly challenging for Su Yue to kill him.

Damn it.

Actually, Su Yue wanted to kill Black Jin yesterday, but he was delayed by the tombstone, unable to act at all.

Now, it was already too late.

Of course, it’s not all bad news.

At last, he found a way to break the tombstone.

Su Yue had already calculated the detailed method to destroy it.

As long as Su Yue imprinted his mark, he could sever the parasitic relationship between the tombstone and Black Jin.

But once the imprint was destroyed, the tombstone would be instantly ruined—this was something Su Yue couldn’t remedy, which was a bit regrettable.

It’s a self-destruction mechanism left by Jin Huan that Su Yue couldn’t bypass.

Su Yue was now like a hacker; he could modify the imprint system inside the tombstone but couldn’t stop its self-destruction.

The only thing he was anxiously thinking about was time.

Aside from the tunneling technique and the Divine Vein Pill, there were other techniques on the tombstone, but time was too tight for Su Yue to study them. There was no helping it; honestly, they weren’t particularly rare techniques. If the tombstone was destroyed, so be it.

Even though sacrificing the tombstone was necessary, he had also lost the best opportunity to kill Black Jin.

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”Disciple, how is your comprehension going? Have you mastered the tunneling technique?”

Black Jin laughed for quite a while, then looked at Su Yue with disdain.

He was in a great mood now and found Su Yue much more tolerable.

”No, Master, your disciple is too dull.”

Su Yue shook his head in frustration.

He stepped away from the tombstone and approached Black Jin, timidly, even with a face full of self-doubt and a bit of insecurity.

This expression was very complex.

The more crucial the moment, the less he could relax.

”Hahaha, it’s normal for you to be dull, and it’s even better if you can’t master it. If everyone could learn the tunneling tactic, what would become of me, Black Jin?

”Hong Guo, serve me well as a slave, serve your master diligently. If one day I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll help you open your meridians.

”You’re dim-witted, not agile; you need to have a sense of crisis. After all, you’ll serve the Divine Elder in the future, and you can’t slack off.”

Black Jin reprimanded mercilessly.

”Yes, Master, I understand.”

Su Yue lowered his head.

Damn it.

Flip the dog-faced coin, immediately disowning.

What a beast.

Just a moment ago, when he was weak, he made dozens of sweet promises, talking heart to heart as if he wanted to marry me off to his daughter.

Now that his strength is back to the fifth grade, his face changed instantly, bossing me around with arrogance. He’s totally embodying a drama king.

Indeed, leaders who always promise great rewards but really don’t mean it are never good people.

Believing a leader’s words means being used up and then discarded.

He had promised apprenticeship before, now every word was about being a slave.

Drawing a big pie.

A beast, may he die a dog’s death.

Su Yue cursed in his heart.

”Are you perhaps dissatisfied?”