Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

This is practically a disaster.

”Ten pills is impossible, but one pill, that I can consider.”

Cang Ji let out a cold laugh.

He had to give Mo Kai a reason to leave Jing Niao City.

”Just one? Cang Ji, you’re also a Divine Elder, are you trying to send a beggar away?”

”Heiye is nothing but a servant. If it were me, I’d flay his skin off if I had to, and still keep my promise!”

Mo Kai sneered.

”You don’t need to provoke me. Your disciple is only worthy of a single Heiye Pill.

”If you agree, then we fight. If you don’t, then take your disciple and get the hell out, right now!”

Cang Ji shook his head, his face utterly indifferent.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t order Heiye—just one word from him, and even if Heiye had to fight until he was gravely injured, he could still condense a hundred Heiye Pills.

It was simply unnecessary.

Locked in this standoff with Mo Kai, he couldn’t always be the one on the back foot, or the Ninth Grade powerhouses of the other races would laugh him to death.

One Heiye Pill, given like tossing alms to a beggar, was in truth a form of humiliation aimed at Mo Kai.

He could see it written all over Mo Kai’s face.

Mo Kai was furious.

”You...”

Mo Kai was genuinely enraged.

One single Heiye Pill was downright disgusting.

He was even considering whether he should first behead a Sixth Grade, just to establish his prestige.

...

”I, Hong Guo, agree.

”But I have a condition, and I hope Master can decide on my behalf!”

At this moment, Su Yue’s clear voice rang out from below the city walls.

An unexpected windfall.

For Su Yue, he had originally only planned to kill a few Fifth-Grade Martial Artists; who would’ve thought there was something like a Heiye Pill involved.

One pill is one pill, it’s not little. Better than walking away with nothing.

”What condition? Speak freely, disciple.”

Mo Kai looked at the solitary Hong Guo below the walls, feeling a shame he couldn’t put into words.

As long as Hong Guo could voice it, he would do his utmost to fulfill it.

Cang Ji and Heiye also fixed their gazes on Su Yue.

Mo Kai was devious to the core, and his disciple was no saint either. Who knew what schemes they had cooking.

”If I kill one Fifth Grade in Jing Niao City, you’ll give me one Heiye Pill.

”If I kill ten, you’ll give me ten.

”When I’ve killed a full hundred, I’ll stop. We’ll call it squaring the humiliation Jing Niao City has heaped on me.

”But the Martial Artists of Jing Niao City are despicable and shameless, and I figure they’ll bully the few with the many, so this disciple asks Master to uphold justice.

”Today I, Hong Guo, will fight one against a hundred. So long as they are Martial Artists below Grandmaster level, I, Hong Guo, will take on them all alone, refusing no one—if one comes, I kill one; if a hundred come, I kill a hundred!

”For every head I take, you’ll give me one Heiye Pill.

”Jing Niao City, do you dare accept this battle?”

Su Yue’s voice echoed through the sky, his words brimming with an edge that looked down on the world.

Below the city walls, every member of the Yangxiang Race was stunned speechless.

This brat, is he brain-damaged?

One against a hundred.

Are you dreaming?

”As expected of a savage from the Eight Races Sacred Land, the way you do things is overbearing to the extreme. You even managed to shake me a little.”

Mo Kai nodded, moved despite himself.

Back when he was Fourth Grade, Mo Kai could barely manage to kill a Fifth Grade if he pushed himself.

But to put him into a wheel battle against a hundred Fifth Grades? He wouldn’t dare even dream of it.

Yet his disciple, Hong Guo, was shouting so loudly.

Gutsy enough.

He just didn’t know how many years this kind of guts could keep him alive, and that was the real problem.

”Hahaha, you’re going too far! You little thief, why must you humiliate my Jing Niao City like this!”

Before Cang Ji could even speak, Heiye had already lost his composure, so furious he almost spat blood.

If you were a Grandmaster, if you were Ninth Grade, and you mocked Jing Niao City like this, Heiye could swallow it.

But you, a measly Fourth Grade, an ant-like piece of trash—what qualifications do you have to ridicule Jing Niao City?

”I’m asking you: do you dare or not?

”If I kill ninety-nine Fifth Grades today, I’ll spare Jing Niao City. The price will be your Heiye Pills, City Lord Heiye.

”I, Hong Guo, can choose not to reach a full hundred kills, but I’ll cultivate in your Jing Niao City’s Spiritual Spring for three days and three nights.

”Jing Niao City, do you dare?

”Cang Ji, do you dare?

”Heiye, do you dare?”

Su Yue raised his blade, pointing from afar at Cang Ji, his eyes filled with indescribable contempt.

Cultivating in Jing Niao City’s Spiritual Spring would double his results for half the effort. After all, this was a large city; the Spiritual Qi in the Spring was so dense it defied description.

”I can’t take it anymore! You little thief, you’re simply going too far!”

Before Cang Ji could open his mouth, Zitong at the very front was already furious to the extreme.

He stomped heavily on the ground, and the long blade in his hand hacked straight toward Su Yue’s face.

His speed was extremely fast.

The angle of his blade was vicious and sharp.

But unfortunately, he didn’t go all out. Maybe he was holding back, planning to brew up a follow-up killing move.

Swish!

Su Yue’s pupils contracted, his body tilting slightly to the side.

Then he seized a brief instant when Zitong’s motion hit a stagnation point.

Swish!

The blade in his hand flashed, releasing a razor-sharp sonic boom in the air.

”Trash!”

The arc of the blade descended.

Zitong’s eyes went wide.

No one saw it clearly, but a fine line of blood had appeared on Zitong’s neck.

His body lunged forward with its remaining momentum, but his brain had already lost control over his flesh.

Exactly.

Zitong’s head had already been lopped off by Su Yue in a single stroke.

He shouldn’t have tried probing Su Yue with that strike.

He also shouldn’t have saved his killing move for the second attack.

What Zitong never expected was that Su Yue’s combat instincts would be even fiercer than he imagined, far fiercer.

Su Yue sneered inwardly.

He hadn’t expected things to escalate to this point.

It was like nodding off and someone handing him a pillow.

If it were a one-on-one fight using fists and kicks, Su Yue wouldn’t be able to defeat a hundred in one go.

There was no helping it—fists and kicks couldn’t achieve instant kills.

If it were a group battle, Su Yue actually preferred fist and foot. At least then he wouldn’t get hacked to death by random blades.