Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 642 - 230: Are You Unwilling? Hold It In_2
What a pity, Number Nine was overthinking.
Facing a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, Su Yue was engulfed by more intense flames. The steel knife in his palm was burnt red, showing signs of being melted.
Fourth Grade? 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
So what!
Su Yue now had a feeling that if he could boldly unleash the Flame Divine Scripture, even Meng Yang from the Hundred Schools Battle could be challenged.
The amplification of the Yangxiang Race state by the Flame Divine Scripture startled even Su Yue himself.
It seems he's been too low-key within the Yangxiang Race.
He should be like the villains in TV dramas, committing all kinds of evil to justify the Flame Divine Scripture.
Rumble!
A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist could only resist five moves against Su Yue.
Then, his head was crushed in Su Yue's palm.
Nine kills!
For Su Yue, eliminating a Fourth-Grade was no big challenge at all.
Of course, this also relates to the Fourth-Grade... too weak.
After all, he forced his breakthrough to Fourth Grade without any foundation.
Finally, only Number Ten was left.
He was already kneeling on the ground, surrounded by nine corpses.
Number Ten was trembling, not daring to lift his head.
...
"Two exceptional battle techniques.
"Not simple, my disciple is indeed not simple.
"And his ferocious killing method, the ruthlessness of his techniques, he absolutely cannot be a refugee.
"My disciple must have been professionally trained, and the one who trained him is a master.
Both battle techniques are expertly mastered.
Mo Kai mused that, at Su Yue's age, he couldn't reach this level, not even close to Su Yue's heels.
Third-Grade killing Fourth-Grade is as easy as slaughtering chickens, effortless.
How could he be a refugee?
That flame battle technique is extraordinary.
Peak Race Venerable.
Mo Kai's mind was only filled with thoughts of the Peak Race Venerable.
Besides those supreme beings, who could train such a terrifying youth?
Recalling the unique aura when first meeting Hong Guo, Mo Kai's conviction in his judgment grew stronger.
So terrifying.
Did Hong Guo come to Mao Yao City merely for trials?
Or does he have other purposes?
You must know, the Peak Race Venerable oversees the Eight Races Sacred Land and wouldn't fail to dispatch some spies.
And during the last Divine Elder Council, I was personally criticized by the Peak Race Venerable.
Could this be the Divine Elder's spy?
Damn.
I seem to have stumbled onto something big.
Looks like I need to carefully rethink my relationship with Hong Guo.
No.
I can't let him see through me, I must play ignorant.
Right.
No matter what he's up to, I'll follow him, give him whatever he wants.
Even, I must teach him the demon language.
Anyways, in pursuit of the peak opportunity, Hong Guo will also gain immensurable benefits, he won't refuse.
Mo Kai dried his throat and continued observing Su Yue.
Indeed!
No matter how much Number Ten begged for mercy, no matter how tragically he cried, Hong Guo still unhesitatingly butchered him.
Mo Kai paid particular attention to Hong Guo's eyes.
Without a trace of compassion.
Without a hint of hesitation.
That was a kind of indifference that regarded all life as trivial.
Aside from the Celestial God-like Peak Race Venerable, who could cultivate such absolute coldness?
Even as a Divine Elder, I can't become this cold and ruthless.
After all, no matter how weak the slain ones are, they are my clan's people.
I can kill but can't do it without a twinge of emotion.
And Hong Guo's attitude towards Lan Qi.
Never mind a Third-Grade Martial Artist, even one of my own Ninth Grade would take note of Lan Qi's face.
Of course, I wouldn't be infatuated with Lan Qi, but that's due to my depth of experience.
Only with experience can one see through this superficial beauty.
The reason Hong Guo can see through is that he has experienced so much.
Within the Eight Races Sacred Land, beauties abound, someone like Lan Qi is just a common powder.
No wonder.
No wonder he doesn't care for Lan Qi at all.
"I must formally accept him as a disciple, I need to establish a bond with him."
Mo Kai nodded in agreement.
...
Ten kills!
As Number Ten's head hit the ground, only seven minutes had passed since the duel began.
Su Yue held the steel knife, and only then did the flames around him start to slowly fade.
Corpses were strewn everywhere.
The crowd was shocked, there was no sound at all.
Every member of the Yangxiang Race was left slack-jawed, not daring to breathe.
No matter who, even the Sixth Grade Grandmaster, found it hard to believe what had occurred right in front of them.
Dead.
All dead.
The ten Martial Artists surrounding Hong Guo were all killed instantly.
Aside from the Martial Artist who briefly reached Fourth Grade, the others were killed with a single blow, without any chance to resist.
Gulp!
Zi Mo's reaction speed was slightly quicker.
His heart pounded wildly, mouth dry, he involuntarily swallowed, his brain unable to comprehend.
Why so strong?
How can a Third-Grade Martial Artist be this strong?
Whether he's a Martial Artist or if I went up there, neither would withstand ten moves.
That flame battle technique brought a kind of soul-stirring oppression.
Zi Bai felt fortunate.
He was glad he didn't act impulsively and join in ambushing Hong Guo.
Otherwise, he'd be dead now.
Huang Kui and Huang Tuo brothers were already unable to think.
What kind of existence did they rob?
Why are they still alive?
How strong is the young master?
Did he spare them out of appreciation?
Huang Kui wanted nothing but to kneel and bow deeply to Su Yue, do it ten thousand times.
