Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

The Grandmasters’ shoulder blades were pierced by hooks, and the bloodstains on these hooks had formed a thick layer of grime, uneven like a wolf fang club.

Their feet were 20 centimeters off the ground, dangling in the air, and under each Grandmaster, there was a pool of fresh blood, indescribable in its pain.

Moreover, it seems Mr. Zhen’e has used some kind of medicine, preventing the Grandmasters from fainting, forcing them to endure the pain every single second.

Su Yue couldn’t bear to look at the expressions on these Grandmasters’ faces.

Too miserable.

One of the Grandmasters was already elderly, and he had been tortured to the limit. If this continues, he might be tortured to death at any moment.

”Hm, when elder sister slew those Alien Race Grandmasters, a group of pretentious do-gooders on Earth emerged, saying Alien Races are also human, that they have human rights too. Even if they are to be killed, there’s no need for torture before death; it’s inhumane, and they condemned my elder sister for being cruel.

”Simply a bunch of idiots. In the future, whoever dares to create a sensation online, urging the Divine Land Military Department to be merciful, I’ll have them hung from hooks too.

”Despicable!”

Seeing these seven heroes being tortured in front of him, the flame of rage in Su Yue’s heart was practically unquenchable.

He recalled some discordant voices from Earth.

A while ago, during the Divine Land’s global broadcast of the Grandmasters’ execution, many pretentious do-gooders posted online, condemning the Divine Land Military Department for cruelty, and even resorted to cyberbullying his elder sister.

This group of pretentious do-gooders was even more hateful than the enemies of the Yangxiang Race.

Su Yue even felt these heroes were undeserving of such a fate.

The Divine Land’s treatment of captives may indeed be brutal, but those pretentious do-gooders had no idea how the Yangxiang Race treated the Martial Artists of the Divine Land, which was far more brutal.

This war, ongoing for centuries, left no room for negotiation.

This was a battle of annihilation.

These stray thoughts flashed by briefly; the matter with the pretentious do-gooders couldn’t be resolved anytime soon.

But Su Yue was a Martial Artist, he needed to find a way to save people.

In the camp, aside from the captured Seven Grandmasters of Divine Land, there were also two from the Yangxiang Race.

One of them was older, with strong Qi Blood fluctuations, but clearly very superficial, even Su Yue could tell he was purely a Qi and Blood Martial Artist.

This was Mr. Zhen’e.

Behind Mr. Zhen’e was a four-grade young member of the Yangxiang Race, his apprentice.

But Su Yue felt he was more like Mr. Zhen’e’s son.

Because they looked too similar.

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”Disciple, you disappoint me greatly, having followed me so long, yet you can’t even draw the Curse Killing Totem of the Evil Suppression Lock.”

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Finally, Mr. Zhen’e spoke.

Indeed.

He hadn’t been speaking earlier because he was using a carving knife to etch an eerie pattern on the Divine Land Grandmasters’ bodies, requiring complete concentration.

At this moment, the carving on one Grandmaster was finished, Mr. Zhen’e sighed in relief, and then began to scold his disciple.

”It’s because the disciple is foolish!”

The young Yangxiang carried a very heavy metal box on his back, roughly the size of a backpack, reminiscent of wireless radar in ancient warfare films from the technological era.

”Zi’e, I treat you as my successor, make sure you strive and excel.

”As long as we remain loyal to Elder Cangji, the future is limitless. You must also be diligent and smart!”

Mr. Zhen’e continued to scold his apprentice during his break.

”Disciple understands... or how about the remaining three Wuwen Race’s totems, let the disciple etch them.”

Zi’e nodded and said.

Su Yue carefully observed, he noticed Zi’e looked very uncomfortable, occasionally adjusting his shoulders—likely due to the metal box being too heavy.

”No!

”This time, Elder Cangji wishes to remotely slaughter seven Wuwen Race Grandmasters, showing the Divine Land the might of our Yangxiang Race; we cannot afford even the slightest mistake.

”Elder Cangji’s determination to kill Lin Dongqi is unshakable, and these seven Wuwen Race Grandmasters will certainly be returned to the Divine Land according to the rules.

”Yet, with Elder Cangji’s wisdom, how could he easily spare the lives of these beasts.

”Our task as master and disciple is to etch the Curse Killing Patterns, use the Evil Suppression Lock to remotely kill these fools, letting Divine Land taste the despair.

”If even a slight mistake occurs, Elder Cangji would lose face; at most, I would get scolded, but you could lose your life!”

Mr. Zhen’e rested for a while before continuing to engrave patterns on the Divine Land Martial Artists.

Su Yue was raging to the point of explosion.

Cang Ji seeks to use the lives of seven Grandmasters to threaten General Lin Dongqi into a duel.

But secretly, he intends to cheat.

Releasing them is real, but due to these patterns, Mr. Zhen’e would kill the Grandmasters remotely.

By doing so, General Lin Dongqi’s efforts would be utterly futile.

And these seven Grandmasters had long been deemed dead by Cang Ji.

Utterly despicable.

Vile and shameless.

”Master, is it really that easy to remotely curse-kill the Wuwen Race Grandmasters?”

Zi’e constantly adjusted the weight on his shoulders.

”The Evil Suppression Lock you carry is a treasure specially granted to me by the Peak Elder, itself a terrifying killing weapon for remote curses, you’re still young, ignorant of the facts!”

Mr. Zhen’e sneered.

While speaking, he completed another pattern.

Su Yue’s gaze focused on Zi’e’s back.

The metallic box-like object was the Evil Suppression Lock.

This was a demon artifact.

From the Eight Clans’ Sacred Land Peak.

Just one more person remained, and the Evil Suppression Lock pattern would be entirely complete.

Su Yue struggled internally.

How could he save them?

There were guards everywhere outside, he had no chance to touch the Evil Suppression Lock.

His heart filled with frustration.