Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

The dragon moved in an S-shaped path, only trails of blood mist erupting along the way.

Each cloud of blood mist represented the end of a life from the alien race; no alien Martial Artist could escape, their speed laughably pale in comparison to the dragon.

Shock!

The entire army of humans stood frozen on the spot.

Everyone was dumbstruck by Mu Jingliang’s dragon, shocked to the point of being unable to breathe.

No wonder the humans went to every possible length to establish the Wet Ghost Tower; higher-level battles absolutely must not spill over into regular cities.

Facing the Ninth Grade, even the Fifth Grade was like paper, not to mention ordinary people.

Even the aftermath of the battle alone was enough to turn an entire city into hell.

”Ninth Grade, truly impressive!”

Su Yue was shocked to the point of dry mouth and tongue.

Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang, and the others were also trembling with shock; this was indeed a grand gesture, these were indeed Great Divine Techniques!

Facing Mu Jingliang’s slaughter, they truly were just ants.

Grandmaster!

The few people yearned even more to break through!

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Mu Jingliang raised his arms high; his pupils flashed with golden light, and his palms churned with the viscous power of Qi Blood as he manipulated the golden dragon.

The death toll among the alien army continued to climb.

200!

300!

500!

800!

1000!

1200!

1300!

The downpour couldn’t wash away the limbs and remnants; apart from a few especially fast Martial Artists, all aliens lingering behind were killed.

1500!

1700!

1900!

Finally, Mu Jingliang’s arms began to tremble; wielding this golden dragon battle technique was exceptionally taxing on his Qi Blood.

Moreover, the dragon’s attack range couldn’t be too far.

Amidst a brief chaos, just as Mu Jingliang’s kill count surpassed 2000, the alien army finally retreated to a safe distance.

Boom!

Mu Jingliang fiercely clenched both fists.

The colossal golden dragon, as enormous as a train, abruptly vanished.

At this moment, the evaporated curtain of rain once again fell to the ground.

The earth was riddled with shocking cracks, appearing utterly devastated.

Su Yue could clearly see that the golden dragon had turned into a blood dragon in the end; at the moment the dragon shattered, the ground seemed bathed in a layer of crimson ink, resembling a river of blood at first glance.

Huff!

Mu Jingliang let out a long breath of turbid air, his face pale!

The Qi Blood within him was somewhat depleted.

There was no helping it; although Mu Jingliang was the strongest on the field, he was the main force in slaughtering Bao Mountain Court, and later had to block the Qi Blood explosions from Bao Mountain Court, leaving him with little Qi Blood remaining.

Being able to kill these 2000-plus alien Martial Artists had already left him exhausted.

He needed to recover a bit.

...

While Mu Jingliang was executing ordinary aliens on the ground, Mo Qizheng from the Ministry of Justice was not idle.

He had long since set his sights on the Grandmaster Corps of Jing Niao City.

Killing Eighth Grade held no hope.

Even Seventh Grade could escape; they could be killed, but it would be a waste of time.

But a Ninth Grade fighting a Sixth Grade could completely achieve a one-hit kill.

The alien Grandmaster camp actually fled very quickly; they had long wanted to escape, just waiting for Cang Ji’s orders.

At this moment, they finally could retreat, but Mo Qizheng charged forward even faster.

Moreover, due to the death of a Seventh Grade with mixed hair, the human camp had an extra Seventh-Grade Vice Admiral, already an advantage!

Under Mo Qizheng’s command, the human Grandmaster camp re-locked their target, completely ignoring the seventh and eighth grades escaping.

The sole target of all Grandmasters was to intercept the Sixth-Grade Grandmasters of Jing Niao City.

Jing Niao City had long lost all will to fight, and amid such circumstances, they were already in complete disorder.

A massacre began!

In the end, Mo Qizheng directly executed 51 alien Sixth-Grade.

These Sixth-Grade aliens included the Charging General of Jing Niao City, reinforcements from the Blood Boiling Race and Steel Bone Race, but as long as they were Sixth-Grade, they were intercepted by the Divine Land’s Grandmasters and then handed over to Mo Qizheng for execution.

In the end, only a little over 20 Sixth-Grade Grandmasters from Jing Niao City escaped.

They managed to escape because some foresaw it, some were proficient in speed, and a few had demon artifacts assisting them.

Having left behind 51 Sixth-Grade alien heads, Mo Qizheng returned, standing beside Mu Jingliang.

He, too, was already exhausted!

The Vice Admirals and Majors of the human race also descended from the sky, all standing in front of the human army.

”Divine Land shall prevail!”

”Divine Land shall prevail!”

”Divine Land shall prevail!”

All members of the Zhao Qi Corps shouted with excitement, some even crying as they shouted.

Over 2000 low-level aliens perished.

alien Grandmasters died!

This was simply the greatest victory in the past decade, and crucially, the human army suffered minimal losses.

This was a battle that could be recorded in history.

Unfortunately.

The Zhao Qi Corps lost their most important Grand General: Lin Dongqi.

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The remnants and defeated troops of Jing Niao City gathered together, from Eighth-Grade Grandmasters to basic Martial Artists, all terrified out of their wits.

Everyone stared intently at Mu Jingliang, and even if Mu Jingliang moved his arm slightly, the army of Jing Niao City was like startled birds, with many instinctively turning to flee.

They were truly terrified of Mu Jingliang.

Poof!

In the sky, Cang Ji was so furious he spat a mouthful of blood.

So many Martial Artists dead.

And 51 Grandmasters.

Ordinary Martial Artists could be cultivated again, but Grandmasters were the foundation of a city; while those who died were all Sixth-Grade, how difficult was it to cultivate a Sixth-Grade?

Cang Ji couldn’t help but vomit blood.

This was the most humiliating defeat of his life, bar none.

After this battle, he was incapacitated, unable to wield Qi Blood for at least three months.

Jing Niao City suffered a severe blow to its vitality, and without ten years, it wouldn’t even be possible to think about restoring its peak combat strength.

For a long time, he would be unable to invade the human fortress again.